The writer told Wan Ting about the changes in his father's family in plain language. Of course, the part of Mo Yan's existence is omitted.

This kind of scandal can't be hidden sooner or later.

Wan Ting exclaimed excitedly: "Oh my God, how can there be such a selfish woman? Towngson, I'm willing to give birth to a monkey for you! I'm willing to die! ”

Writer: "......"

"You can rest assured that you can wait for the family business to come to an end. Oops, I suddenly remembered, if this little brother was exchanged for it, and there was no blood relationship, wouldn't you have become your father's only son again? ”

Writer: "......"

Sure enough, people from the same class are more likely to get to the point. The reason why he bothered and worked hard, to put it bluntly, was not to claim justice, but just for the gold-rich status of "the only male heir".

Wan Ting's phone call ended with "People can be in China, but their hearts can't be in China, and they can't be in the little girls who are about to start school", and they almost clearly named Mo Yan. The writer had to be perfunctory: "At this time, of course, I can tell which is more important." ”

This sentence made Wan Ting very happy, and it was also very much in line with her values - money and interests first.

The car drove downstairs to the company, turned off the engine, and before anyone got out of the car, Wenhao called Shiyun first: "It was inconvenient to speak yesterday afternoon, Mo Yan, she really resigned?" ”

Shi Yun let out a "uh-huh", which made the writer almost skip a beat.

"Have you completed the resignation procedures?"

"We have flat management here, and the so-called resignation procedures are just a resignation certificate."

In the silence of the two sides, Shi Yun had a flash of inspiration and understood, where did the writer call to ask Mo Yan if he resigned, he was obviously asking Mo Yan about the situation when he left.

Shi Yun raised his voice and began to speak.

I got off work at 9 o'clock in the evening, and at 8 o'clock, the tall and thin boy, oh, his name was Wang Chengyou, and he was waiting in the yard. At the beginning, he waited in the courtyard, but somehow, he rubbed next to the cash register little by little, and when there were guests, he lined them aside, and when there were no guests, he gaged to relieve Mo Yan's boredom.

His eyes were gentle and bright when he looked at Mo Yan, and at first glance it was the eyes of a little boy in love looking at a little girl.

A little boy who is in love at that age can't wait to do everything for the girl he likes. For example, that Wang Chengyou was very patient to help Mo Yan peel watermelon seeds one by one. Well, this paragraph is omitted, you don't have to tell Brother Hao.

It was 9 o'clock. Mo Yan followed Wang Chengyou and left.

Shiyun specially sent each other to the gate of the courtyard and saw the two walking side by side towards the exit of the alley. In front of them, not far away, walked a young man with a sturdy body, who glanced sideways and backwards from time to time.

The man looked unusual, and at 9 p.m., the man's eyes were like a cat's eye. Shi Yun was shocked, afraid of being on the man's blacklist, and hurriedly retreated into the courtyard. Businessmen, seeking harmony in everything, the most taboo to offend people. Well, you don't need to tell Brother Hao about this paragraph.

After listening to Shiyun's dry narration, Wenhao smiled, said goodbye, and hung up the phone.

didn't get out of the car, Wenhao made another phone call to Xingchen. That cunning kid who was too pretty to talk to.

"I told you to stare at people, how are you staring?"

Unlike the previous flam tongue, this time, the other end of the phone seemed a little silent.

"What? Short of money again? ”

"No, it's not." Xingchen spoke, "I could have lied to you and said something nonsense to you, but now I can honestly tell you that I don't want to roll deeper and deeper into the mire. Forgive me for not being your sentry again. If you don't like it, I can give you back the money I took from you before. ”

After the writer was silent, he said: "I prefer to use the money I gave you before in exchange for a 'why'." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning, tell me why you changed your mind, the previous money, a write-off."

"You're not afraid that I'll make up a reason to lie to you?"

"You're determined to change your mind, why are you still lying to me?"

Xingchen chuckled, "Okay." Thank you for trusting me. The reason why I don't want to be a whistle anymore is because this life doesn't do me any good. If I want to live a sunny and uplifting life, a positive and enterprising person who can rest my heart and mind, the first step is to draw a line with negative things. ”

Xingchen was describing the bright future he longed for, when suddenly there was a burst of uncontrollable laughter on the phone, which grew louder and louder, until he couldn't speak at all.

"I'm sorry," Wen Hao laughed a little out of shape, tears piled up in the corners of his eyes, and he laughed breathlessly for a while before continuing, "The sense of immediacy of taking the wrong medicine is too strong, I can't hold back." Your description is too cola. ”

"Is it funny?" Xingchen's face was gloomy, "I'm rolling in the mire and almost desperate. I couldn't see any hope in this world, and finally someone told me that no matter how much I was burdened in the past, I could live a life full of sunshine in the future. You told me it was too cola? Where's this coke? In the end, Xingchen simply shouted.

The writer couldn't laugh. It turned out that it was not a teenager who was worried about giving new words.

The writer introspected himself for a moment or two, and immediately became upright again. It's not that he didn't see that it was a soul with unbearable burdens and long-term pain, but only that the skin was so delicate and gorgeous that those who faced him lost interest in exploring his heart. The skin is beautiful enough, so why look deeper? What's more, the stars are so good at disguising.

"Uh......" the writer said, "who is the man who preached to you?" His intuition told him that it was likely Wang Chengyou. Otherwise, it can't be explained why Xingchen didn't do it early or late, but he didn't do it after Wang Chengyou came back.

The corners of Xingchen's mouth twitched: "Mr. Tang, you bullied me into a child?" That clearly comes to the second question. ”

"It doesn't matter. I have money. You make an offer, and I spend money to buy the answer, right? The writer was a little unimpressed. He thought he knew Xingchen, a person with an average family background, a heart higher than the sky, and an addiction to spending money. No matter how nice they say, they can't resist the call of money.

Then, to the writer's surprise, Xingchen hung up his phone!

This upset him.

He tried to imagine it calmly. If the stars really have a world-weary heart under the angelic face, who cares (yes, it's perfectly fair to admit that he doesn't)! Why does Wang Chengyou care?

Because Wang Chengyou is too idle? Too young to be too idealistic and moral?

Or is it because - a trace of discomfort slipped in the writer's heart - Xingchen cares about Mo Yan, so Wang Chengyou cares about Xingchen?

Faced with this suspense that he couldn't get the answer for a while, the writer's inner unhappiness and discomfort couldn't help but increase. Coupled with the suspicion of changing children at home, the situation has not yet been clarified, and he is almost in the mood to go to the studio.

Lit a cigarette in the car and forced himself to calm down. After a cigarette, Wenhao got out of the car and entered the company.