Mo Yan saw that he said it very bluntly, but he lost his ambiguous atmosphere, so he also smiled: "I'm in a hurry to see the two children opposite." ”

Wenhao said: "They have already gotten up. It's been 20 minutes since I've been playing in the complex. ”

Mo Yan is embarrassed.

Wenhao looked at Mo Yan, who was slightly embarrassed, his heart was soft and itchy, and he thought deeply, how can he live up to his mother's painstaking efforts to go out for ten days and break through the current tepid relationship with Mo Yan?!

"You don't have to worry about them until eight o'clock." Seeing that Mo Yan was a little embarrassed, Wenhao comforted her, "The person who took them out will bring them up for breakfast at eight o'clock, and you will take over from then on."

My dad and I would leave for work at 7:50. Tonight, I brought my girlfriend over for dinner. Speaking of this, Wenhao deliberately paused and carefully observed Mo Yan's expression.

It's a pity, Mo Yan's expression only has surprise and curiosity, and there is no sourness at all.

"Eng," the writer struggled to hide his frustration, "you must pull your face down when you eat breakfast, otherwise the children will not eat well." If you don't eat breakfast until 10 o'clock, you can't help but eat snacks, and if you eat too many snacks, you won't be able to eat lunch, forming a vicious circle.

Come on, Mo Yan, your problem is on your way. As he spoke, the writer stretched out his watch in front of Mo Yan.

Mo Yan took a look, it was 7:40!

"Are you going to work?"

"Yes. I went to work. See you in the evening. ”

"See you in the evening."

Thinking that Wenhao is already a person with a girlfriend, avoiding suspicion or anything doesn't exist. When facing him, Mo Yan's heart became more and more relaxed.

After saying goodbye to Wenhao, Mo Yan hurriedly washed his face, rinsed his mouth, applied incense, and combed his hair 30 times, at 7:50. Mo Yan pushed the door out of the room and walked towards the restaurant two floors below.

Tangfu has an indoor elevator, but Mo Yan prefers to take the stairs.

Sure enough, as Wenhao said, the housekeeping staff at the table was cleaning up the table, and when Mo Yan arrived, a housekeeper politely explained to Mo Yan that the new breakfast would be served immediately.

Just then, the crisp doorbell rang, the door opened, and the chirping and laughing children rushed in.

A beautiful day begins.

In the evening, Mo Yan, who had been with the children for a day, was a little out of strength. In today's exercise class, the children had to pull her to participate. But she was tortured.

When the crisp doorbell rang again, Mo Yan suddenly realized that it was his father, the writer and the writer's girlfriend who were back.

That's all there is to short hair, just stroke it with your hands.

The door opened, footsteps sounded, and Mo Yan looked over.

The embarrassed father appeared majestically first, followed by the beautiful writer, and then ...... Nope.

After saying hello to each other, behind his father's back, Mo Yan asked Wenhao "Where is your girlfriend?" with his mouth, Wenhao pointed to his watch, Mo Yan took it for granted that it meant that the party was coming, so he waited firmly.

At six o'clock in the evening, the dinner of the Tang family started on time.

It is said that in order to cultivate a relationship with the children, and of course, to be healthier, Mr. Tang did his best to come back for dinner as soon as possible.

At the dinner table, everyone didn't talk much.

Children were asked not to speak while eating. The three adults here, whether they are talking about work or life, will inevitably exclude the third person, and simply don't say anything, but the three of them share silence.

Mo Yan thought that the Tang family's dinner time had always been like this, so he also felt embarrassed.

The writer secretly looked at Mo Yan, who had a straight back and a moderate demeanor, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

After dinner, the children were taken to take a bath by the aunt who was in charge of cleaning, and Mo Yan had a moment to spare. Wenhao took a glass of juice and walked over to Mo Yan.

"When is your girlfriend coming?"

Wenhao glanced at his watch and grinned: "Why are you more anxious than me?" ”

Mo Yan only smiled and didn't answer.

"It's still early, let's go down together and take a walk by the way?" In the context at the time, when Wenhao said this, he undoubtedly wanted to go downstairs to pick up his girlfriend, and invited Mo Yan to go with him by the way.

Mo Yan hesitated, wanting to agree but feeling inappropriate.

"Let's go, the children are playing in the big bathtub, and there is not an hour that they can't get out."

Mo Yan bit his lip, but still didn't let go.

"It's so bright, no one plans to take advantage of this time to make small movements." The writer penetrated Mo Yan's worries, she was afraid of affecting the intimacy between him and his girlfriend.

It can't be affected, because there is no such person at all.

Under the all-round persuasion of the writer, Mo Yan changed his shoes and walked out of the house with the writer.

The community where Tangfu is located has a greening rate of up to 45%, which is a veritable garden community. Stepping into the ground, the Jiangnan garden-style style falls into the eyes, the dragon wall and the flower wall change the scenery step by step, the small bridge flows, the mountains and peaks are stacked, the buildings are covered, and the winding paths are quiet.

Mo Yan seems to be Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, and her two eyes are not enough to see.

As the writer walked, the phone rang. He picked it up, said a short "um", "ah", "okay" and hung up. After hanging up the phone, he turned his head and said to Mo Yan in a rather helpless tone: "She can't come because of something." ”

It took Mo Yan two seconds to understand: "Your girlfriend is not coming today?" ”

"Hmm. Said that the company's project was on schedule. ”

"From Qingfeng Interior Design Company?"

"It's not. She's doing audits. The writer explained seriously.

"Then ......" Mo Yan looked around nostalgically, and said insincerely, "Let's go back?" ”

"It's all down, it's windy, it's cool, let's walk around the community." There are a few places where the greenery and architectural design complement each other, and even I thought it was wonderful when I saw it. ”

Mo Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Fake public and private, the writer coaxed Mo Yan to go around in the community for a long time, and there was a place where you needed to step on the stones to cross the stream, because the canopy of the trees above was dense and impermeable, and moss grew on the stones.

The water of the stream is shallow, and I am a little frightened after falling into it.

At the critical moment, Wenhao made a quick move and firmly grabbed Mo Yan's waist to ensure that her feet slipped and she would not fall. Four eyes to each other, a pair of affectionate, a pair of ...... It's all naughty for the rest of his life.

Alas, the feeling that the channels are not tuned together. Older young people are a little anxious.

"Mo Yan, why did you remember to cut your hair short?" Hearing that Qingsi is in love, she cut her hair short, quarreled with Wang Chengyou again, and stayed in Tangfu for two days, but she never saw Wang Chengyou come to the door...... How does he not think about it.

"When I was preparing for the exam, it was too much trouble to grow my hair long." Mo Yan replied truthfully.

"Oh? Ready to save back after the exam? ”

Mo Yan's clear eyes flashed with a hint of gloom. In Beijing, before parting with my aunt, at the rare moment when warmth was finally flowing, my aunt ran her fingers through her short hair and said word by word: "Women still have to keep long hair, grow your hair." ”

Before her aunt's voice landed, Mo Yan's stubbornness had been aroused, and she made up her mind to fight against her aunt.