For well-known reasons, the writer was not invited by Shiyun to be the best man.

At five o'clock in the evening, the banquet hall was opened to the public, and the service staff invited the guests to sit down one after another.

At this time, the writer came out of the small attic where he was hiding. Before that, he had been secretly watching Mo Yan wandering around through the carved glass for a long time. The advantage of standing tall is looking far.

Seeing her so leisurely, he also relaxed.

Mixed in the crowd and walked into the banquet hall, and came to the first row of tables where Mo Yan was seated without any distractions. Mo Yan looked up and saw a smiling writer.

His eyes searched his front and back, left and right, but there was no young girl.

"Won't you pigeon again?"

"You guessed it."

"Can you explain why you're smiling so much?"

"Adults are good at disguise. Should I cry right now? ”

Mo Yan was defeated, so he had to smile and shake his head, and no longer raise the bar with him.

Because he watched the rehearsal in the afternoon, Mo Yan knew that after the indoor wedding, it was a wedding banquet; The dinner was followed by a starry sky party, where the small building was located in the courtyard where the small building was located, eating a buffet while dancing or chatting.

Mo Yan calculated the time, but she was afraid that the starry sky party would not have a chance with her, and Xi Xi and Wen Jie, who were too excited in the afternoon, might not last so long.

The wedding was beautiful, except for the bride's eyes that deviated from the groom uncontrollably, everything was wonderful.

When the groom said "I do", Mo Yan felt his hand being held.

Holding it so tightly, like a hug from lovers who had finally met against all odds, a big hand wrapped tightly around her little hand.

Mo Yan was shocked, the only man she knew sitting next to her was Wenhao. How can she bear such an emotional handshake?!

Reflexively retracted his hand and turned his head in horror.

At this moment, in the dimmed hall, someone half-crouched at her feet and whispered her name.

With a single sound, her horror was soothed.

It's Wang Chengyou!!

Mo Yan's hand shook his hand hard.

The most exciting "I do" session ended with the groom and bride kissing, with the lights on.

The writer looked at Mo Yan with a smile, only to find that Mo Yan had his back to him, looking down at something. He leaned out slightly, and suddenly found the person he least wanted to see.

The writer's smile instantly froze on his face.

"Why are you here?" The writer has a feeling of anger and revelation.

"Walked in." Wang Chengyou has a hippie smile.

Their table, because it is reserved for the best man and bridesmaids, most of the time, they are not satisfied. A girl next to Mo Yan consciously moved a position under Wang Chengyou's gaze and vacated the seat next to Mo Yan.

Wang Chengyou sat down comfortably and faced Mo Yan: "You are fat, you are just right, well, you can be fatter." It's beautiful. After speaking, he reached out and touched Mo Yan's face.

The writer is like a fish in his throat, and it is inconvenient to stop it.

"How did you get in?" The same question, Mo Yan asked again. It's not that she asked for the writer, she didn't hear what the writer asked at all, and her heart was full of joy.

"An invitation from Wan Ting. I took the invitation and asked my dad for leave. I didn't expect to meet you. I knew I could meet you, so I came over early. Wang Chengyou explained seriously.

The writer was so angry that he turned his face away.

Yes, Mo Yan didn't tell Wang Chengyou that she was going to attend a wedding, since she went to Beijing, Mo Yan unconsciously no longer shared her daily life with Wang Chengyou in every detail.

Life is too simple, feelings are too complicated, and neither is suitable for resorting to words.

And Wang Chengyou is inconvenient to call.

The two of them looked at each other stupidly, and they were full of affection. It took great perseverance to maintain the peace on his face. Fortunately, he has a support group and can make some small moves.

After a while, Mo Yan's mobile phone rang. It turned out that the nanny called and said that he must be Mo Yan.

The duty lies, even if he is reluctant to leave Wang Chengyou, who he finally met, Mo Yan still got up and left. Wang Chengyou got up and followed, but was stopped by the staff at the entrance without any suspense. At the women's desk, men are denied entry.

The writer with a successful smile on his lips finally made him a little happier.

Wang Chengyou sat quietly for a while, looking at the door where Mo Yan had left a few times. There were people coming and going at the door from time to time, but none of them were Mo Yan.

Wang Chengyou, who couldn't hold back, was the first to speak: "I heard Mo Yan say that you talked about a girlfriend who does auditing?" ”

The writer turned his head slightly, and his eyes met Wang Chengyou: "Actually, no." ”

"You deliberately lied to her?"

"That's not the right thing to say. I'd rather not have to lie to her like that. ”

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wang Chengyou sank his face.

"Do you ask me? I thought you already knew. ”

Facing the invulnerable writer, Wang Chengyou realized that he was indeed a tender ginger.

"You won't make it. I advise you to die that heart as soon as possible. Wang Chengyou pretended to be a little disdainful.

"As you say, I won't succeed anyway, please ignore me."

Wang Chengyou didn't get any bargain in words, and seeing that Mo Yan didn't come out for a long time, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Tang Wenhao, did you deliberately find someone to keep Mo Yan?" ”

Wenhao picked up his wine glass and took a sip: "You have a few points of guessing skills." ”

Wang Chengyou was provoked by the writer to be angry, but fortunately, he had a trace of reason, so that he did not spill in public.

"When are you going to let her out?" Knowing that he was under the eaves of others, Wang Chengyou softened his voice.

The writer laughed: "It's really the same as I detained her." Aren't you spewing blood? I'm the one who sits here innocently and honestly, and I haven't even touched my phone. ”

Wang Chengyou was completely deflated. His eyes were about to burst into flames, but he could only stare at his rival in vain.

Seeing that he really couldn't get any bargain in front of the writer, it was not a way to break in, so he had to call Mo Yan.

The phone was quickly connected, and Mo Yan's apologetic voice came from the phone: "Chengyou, Xi Xi and Wen Jie are sleepy, I coaxed them for a while, they are still tired, and the staff of his family means to take the two children home now." I, I've got to go back with them. ”

Wang Chengyou wanted to roar: You just came here to help! Did it sell it to their family? After thinking about it, Mo Yan was so responsible and forbearing, and saying this by himself could not leave her except for adding trouble to her.

I had to knock out my teeth and swallow blood, and I endured the unhappiness.

"Go ahead. I'll be back sooner too. ”

Before Wang Chengyou's words fell, he saw Wenhao stand up, smiled and said to him: "I received a notice from home, I need to go back early." Goodbye, thank you. ”

And if you follow them by car? Wang Chengyou quickly turned his mind.

The premise is that you have to have a car to drive.

When I arrived at the wedding banquet hall tonight, it was the driver of the family who drove me to deliver it, and the car key was naturally on the driver.

This is his father's driver, unlike Brother Zhang, who is in Cao Ying's heart and Han and dares to do anything wrong with him.

There is no other way but to look at the ocean and sigh.