The vehicle is speeding on the road from Lingang back to the city.

When I first arrived four years ago, there was a lot of wasteland on both sides of the highway, and now, even in a remote corner like Lingang, there are rows of residential buildings.

"Tomorrow to see the house?" Wenhao asked Mo Yan.

Mo Yan nodded, suddenly shook his head again, and laughed to himself: "I'm so hesitant, I feel that buying a house is so troublesome." ”

"Since there is no shortage of money, let's buy a set. It's also a sense of security. ”

Mo Yan glanced at Wenhao and said with a smile: "Okay, listen to you." ”

After speeding all the way, the car stopped in front of a small western-style building in Jing'an District.

The "Big Page Interior Space" in Yangpu District has now been opened, and the address is this old western-style house that won the space design right after bidding. Under the ingenuity of Mr. Fan, the old western-style house with re-designed space is full of agility and practicality, and has won a number of domestic interior design awards in one fell swoop.

Of course, the award is inseparable from secret public relations. This part, the writer quietly took it.

For Mo Yan, everything came easily, starting a company, doing projects, winning awards, and winning the Baoyan for awards...... The career is going well, so much so that she is convinced of the saying "frustration in love, career pride, and overall balance".

The large iron door of the old bungalow is deeply locked. Normally, they all enter and exit through the small door opened on the big iron gate, although it is a little inconvenient, Mo Yan loves the mystery very much.

Getting out of the car, Wenhao unlocked the lock with his fingerprint, and asked Mo Yan to go first after pushing the door.

Mo Yan curled his lips and smiled, and walked in.

Before his feet stepped into the door, Mo Yan turned around.

Her instincts told her that there was a pair of eyes staring at her behind her.

However, after turning around, all I saw was the chest of the writer following closely. His chest was not thick, but it was straight.

Mo Yan pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed secretly, and thought, distracted one after another, probably because he was too tired to go back and forth in the past two days.

The next day, it was the weekend.

Although the design company lives on weekends and weekends, the boss always has a privilege.

Under the leadership of Wenhao, Mo Yan entered a sales office located along the riverside. The exterior wall of the sales office is about 10 meters high, and the door is 5 meters high.

Mo Yan, who is now well versed in the art of design, knows that this is due to the language of the environment.

She adjusted her mentality, ignored the interior, and walked into the sales office with a normal heart.

It was only a minute before Mo Yan pulled Wenhao out with him.

The writer refused, and Mo Yan had no choice but to drag it.

"Are you faint? The unit price here is 120,000 square meters! The price is sky-high, and you still plan to learn more about the house structure? ”

The writer stroked his forehead and smiled: "It's not that I can't afford it, ask, what if I like it very much?" ”

"You can afford it, but I can't afford it!"

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you."

The writer's voice suddenly deepened, and his eyes became burning. Mo Yan was stunned and hurriedly looked away.

"I'm sorry." After the silence, Mo Yan was the first to speak.

The writer's wry smile was fleeting, and he immediately adjusted his atmosphere hahaha: "Fortunately, you declined, otherwise I would have embezzled public funds." Housing prices in Shanghai are just too oppressive. That is, the river view room, an apartment of more than 100 square meters, it costs more than 10 million! Crazy, crazy. ”

Mo Yan laughed, a little uncomfortable.

After the writer finished sighing, Mo Yan put his hand on the writer's arm and looked directly into the writer's eyes: "Writer, when will we talk?" ”

The writer made a mistake and stared at Mo Yan's eyes: "Talk...... In love? ”

Mo Yan laughed, and the seriousness that had just been adjusted was disrupted: "I hate it." You know I'm talking about heart-to-heart talk! ”

Mo Yan tried several times to get to the point, but was shirked by the writer's gags.

The two of them talked about making trouble, but the house was not seen properly, but went to walk along the riverside to the Huangpu River.

"That is, you can still walk by the river, and everywhere else is surrounded by high-rise buildings." Mo Yan sighed casually.

Listening to his heart, Wenhao turned his head and glanced at the riverside No. 1 river-view house across the road, and he had already begun to plan in his heart, how to let Mo Yan accept a house worth tens of millions.

There was a gust of wind blowing on the riverside, seeing that the sun was getting stronger and stronger, no matter how good the river breeze was, Mo Yan couldn't stand it. Wenhao called the driver, and the two quickly got into the car and went back to the hotel.

In the past two years, for a year and a half, Mo Yan lived in the long-term contract room signed by the original writer. In the last half year, with the opening of a branch in Jing'an District, Mo Yan signed a hotel appointment near Jing'an Temple Station. In order to avoid waste, the room at the Yangpu Hotel was refunded.

For a moment, Mo Yan wanted to keep Yangpu's long-term covenant room instead of the vicinity of Jing'an Temple, after all, Wang Chengyou knew about Yangpu but not about the vicinity of Jing'an Temple. Before changing his mind, Mo Yan decisively informed the secretary to go to the Yangpu Hotel to go through the procedures for terminating the contract.

If he wanted to find her, he would.

If he didn't want to look for it, even if she ran downstairs under him, wouldn't he just say goodbye?

Because of the excuse of accompanying Mo Yan to buy a house, Wenhao went to Shanghai almost every week after that.

As a local conglomerate with real estate as its main business, it would be unwise to enter Shanghai. The writer saw this very clearly.

Since it was impossible for the branch to develop to Shanghai, he had to come over by himself.

Two months have passed.

It's the weekend again.

Mo Yan stepped on eight-centimeter stiletto heels, wearing a silk thick-woven striped suit, looking handsome and capable. Before going out, I suddenly remembered that today is the report day for master's students. Quickly changed back into casual clothes, changed into sneakers, and wiped off the makeup painted on his face.

After washing his face and applying incense, the mobile phone rang zero.

Mo Yan picked it up, sandwiching the phone between his shoulders and ears while drawing his eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. is different from a full set of light makeup at work, on weekdays, Mo Yan also paints eyebrows.

"A bit of a traffic jam. I'll be downstairs in about a quarter of an hour. ”

"Got it, writer. Don't rush, you take your time. ”

After ending the call, Mo Yan, who was not used to tilting his head and drawing his eyebrows, straightened his head and found that his eyebrows were crooked. So I wiped it and repainted. It wasn't until the doorbell rang that she realized that she had overrelaxed, and time had passed several times.

"It's coming, it's coming." Mo Yan shouted and ran to open the door.

It must have been Wenhao who couldn't wait for her downstairs, so he ran upstairs to ring her doorbell.

Mo Yan opened the door, expecting to see the familiar smiling face of the writer. The door opened, and Mo Yan was stunned.

She had imagined all kinds of situations when she saw Wang Chengyou again, but she never thought that it would be such a casual opening.

She imagined all kinds of feelings when she saw Wang Chengyou again, and felt that she had a reason to be arrogant, a reason to accuse, and a reason to be indifferent to him, but she didn't think that it was her heart beating wildly and the deer crashing into each other.

This glance at this moment made her extremely clear, and time had not changed her love for him.

"How...... It's you? Mo Yan's eyes were dull and his words were incoherent.

"Or else?" Wang Chengyou asked rhetorically.