The lobby manager was the first to keenly notice that Wang Chengyou lowered his hand, and in his eyes, it not only represented the end of the call, but also symbolized the failure of the struggle.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Wang Chengyou stared coldly at the lobby manager, and his voice was full of chills. Don't bully young people into poverty. He wants to remember everyone who let him taste helplessness today, and double it in the future.

"There may be some misunderstanding here." The lobby manager began to explain tactfully, "As soon as I got downstairs, I received a call saying that someone in the room was planning to commit suicide. No matter what way we look at it, we can't afford the consequences, so in a hurry, I called the firefighters......"

Wang Chengyou's eyes were almost frosty, and he impatiently interrupted the lobby manager: "Now, can the misunderstanding be eliminated?" ”

"This ...... It is estimated that you will have to work hard, meet the psychologist I invited separately......" It can be seen that the lobby manager is not involved in the act, and he casts helpless eyes at Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan from time to time, and almost says that he is forced.

"Hmph." Wang Chengyou sneered. An accomplice is an accomplice, whether voluntarily or forced. He hates everyone who stands against him today!

Mo Yan kept looking left and right. She was not stupid, and quickly understood that this was Wang Chengyou's father's posture of taking Wang Chengyou away.

Although she didn't know why Wang Chengyou's father was so eager to take Wang Chengyou away, she didn't dislike Wang Chengyou's father's approach, and even faintly thanked him for saving face for Chengyou in such a roundabout way.

Afraid that Wang Chengyou would have a temper attack and cause some discord with his father, Mo Yan hurriedly persuaded Chengyou: "Chengyou, this Manager Xia is usually a serious and responsible person. You won't be able to go back to school for a while anyway, so why don't you go down and take a trip? I'll be with you. Didn't you always tell me that chatting with professionals is fun? ”

Wang Chengyou squinted, and the frost in his eyes was still condensing. Dad's strong intervention touched his self-esteem. In front of his father's undoubted power, he realized the pathetic feeling of being a little arm.

"Thank you."

At this moment, only Mo Yan dared to stand beside Wang Chengyou. She put her hand on Wang Chengyou's shoulder, shook him gently, and the frustrated call of "Chengyou" made Wang Chengyou stop the frost process.

The lobby manager said without any eyesight: "As long as you go down alone." ”

Wang Chengyou raised his chin: "What if you don't go?" ”

The lobby manager was struggling, and wanted to give some more hints. The assistant police officers at the door who were scrambling to look inside felt that the lobby manager was too weak, and one of them answered: "How can you not go?!" Experts charge by the hour, which is expensive. If you want me to say hurry up and go downstairs to see the experts, everyone can make a difference. ”

Wang Chengyou followed the prestige with cold eyes, and the assistant police leader who was chattering couldn't help but stop talking.

"Master, I just want to ask, if I really can't go down, what are you going to do?"

The assistant police leader scratched his nose, determined to put some cruel words to get back to the lost field just now: "What can it be?" What do you think of the gentlemen carrying you down? ”

Mo Yan's eyes widened, and his brain couldn't keep up with the rhythm in front of him: Why does it sound like a bar?

Probably the other party received a death mission from Wang Chengyou's father. No, she can't let Seungwoo stop talking about it!

"Thank you!" Mo Yan pushed Chengyou's shoulder with all his strength, and at the same time looked at Chengyou with teary eyes, "Even if it's for my ......"

Wang Chengyou looked back at Mo Yan and slowly covered Mo Yan's hand on his shoulder. She is his armor and his weakness.

Since it is not good for Mo Yan to fall out with his father, he is willing to endure the anger of being watched and intervened for Mo Yan's sake.

Wang Chengyou stood up, held Mo Yan's cheek in his hand, and whispered softly, "Don't worry. Wait for me to contact you. ”

The temperature on his face disappeared, Wang Chengyou withdrew his hand, turned around and walked towards the door, the lobby manager followed behind him, wiping away the non-existent sweat.

Walking to the door, Wang Chengyou suddenly stopped: "This door tonight-"

"Don't worry, within half an hour, it will be replaced."

Wang Chengyou did not look back, and after getting the promise of the lobby manager, he continued to move forward.

When Wang Chengyou turned the corner and walked out of sight, a large group of people also disappeared. Only the empty room and Mo Yan were left alone. Mo Yan suddenly felt sad.

She realized a fact that she had been ignoring before: Wang Chengyou did not necessarily get his father as he said.

As he promised, the lobby manager immediately sent someone to change the insurance door. During the period, I was afraid that the noise would disturb Mo Yan, so I asked Mo Yan to go to the next room to rest. Mo Yan shook his head and hid on the balcony.

Without Wang Chengyou's questioning, Mo Yan still wanted to continue to call Wenhao. That was the only thing she could do for Wang Chengyou. In addition to asking the truth, she has a mess in her heart that is unclear and unclear, and she wants to consult the writer whether the difference between the doors and the family really can't be crossed.

"Xiao Yan?" The writer's voice was as warm as usual.

"Writer......" For a while, Mo Yan didn't know which one to ask first.

"What's wrong with you?"

The writer's concern almost provoked Mo Yan's tears.

"Did you go to Seungwoo today?" Mo Yan wiped his tears with the back of his hand, filtering his emotions out of the questioning voice.

"Yes, because of the new round of forest hotel solicitation, I went to his school. I happened to meet him by chance. ”

The rhetoric of the writer is much more credible than the door-to-door provocation that Wang Chengyou said.

"You told him you were going to take me away for a month?"

"I told him it was possible...... How can I hear about this from your mouth again, and it tastes a little bad? It's like being jealous. In fact, it is. Do you know the Asia&Pacific Interior Design Award? ”

Mo Yan was unusually accustomed to the official tone of the writer, and was unconsciously taken away: "I know." Founded in 1992, the Asia Pacific Interior Design Awards is the highest Asian interior design award in Asia to date. ”

"Yes, you know JCD, right?"

"Yes. 'Business Environment Designers Association Design Award' from one of Japan. But what does that have to do with your threat to take me away for a month? ”

"Of course it does. Mr. Kawabata, who won two prestigious awards last year, will hold a three-week private class. There is no open enrollment and the number of students is about three. I'm not sure I'll be able to secure a spot, so I didn't tell you about it.

I meant to pour out my troubles to Seungwoo, why, it seems that he heard it as a show-off? Wenhao laughed softly, "Besides, apart from taking you to study and further your studies, what other reason do I have to take you away?" ”

Mo Yan couldn't hear the pun in it, he just thought it was a writer who was making it clear that there was no private relationship between the two.

"Didn't you make it clear to Seungyou?"