The crowd dispersed automatically, and the well-dressed Wang Chengyou appeared.

Inky suit, snow-white shirt, red bow tie, spotlessly polished leather shoes, hair in place, holding a bouquet of flowers, walked slowly towards her...... If there are multiple emcees, it will be very similar to the groom at the wedding scene.

It's just that he doesn't look as confident as the momentum he created.

"Mo Yan." Wang Chengyou spoke, his voice full of nervousness.

Mo Yan wanted to retreat, but his body was already blocked in a half-circle, and he couldn't escape.

"Be my girlfriend." He said. Because the nervousness seemed like a murmur.

After his heart was beating wildly, Mo Yan stabilized his rhythm in the fastest time.

Wang Chengyou suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of her and handed the bouquet of roses in his hand: "Be my girlfriend!" He repeated aloud.

The enthusiastic audience roared one after another, and the echoes around them generally remembered the cries of "yes" and "yes".

One is hotter than the other, and one is louder than the other.

Mo Yan didn't notice that she was crying, she only realized that she was biting her lip tightly and refused to say the "I promise" that everyone was expecting.

There was no way she could say yes.

She had told him twice that she wanted an explanation. Without an explanation, she couldn't agree to him in a vague way. Even if you are forced to say yes to the status quo, it is a perfunctory feeling.

And she, a person who has been a general manager for two years, will not be forced by this momentum.

Mo Yan had a cold face in the warm crowd, looking at Wang Chengyou who was kneeling on one knee indifferently.

Time seems to freeze through. The roses were blown by the wind, moving delicately, but they were not collected for a long time, and no one asked Wang Chengyou to get up.

"Mo Yan, will you promise me?"

Mo Yan's mouth fluttered and he said something. The environment was too noisy, and Wang Chengyou didn't hear it.

"What did you say?"

The audience was so into the play, and found that the heroine had something to say, and sure enough, she quieted down, and looked at her nervously like the male protagonist.

"I said, you know why I didn't say yes. Do you think I'll compromise if you ask me in public? Are you courting? It feels more like a forced debt! Isn't it ridiculous? ”

After saying this, Mo Yan walked straight past Wang Chengyou. She didn't move to open the crowd, but the crowd took the initiative to give way.

With an awe-inspiring look on her face, she is one meter six tall and has an aura of six meters one.

Wang Chengyou, who was still kneeling on the ground on one knee at that time, saw that Mo Yan was leaving and there was no hope for courtship, so he stood up and shouted at Mo Yan's departing back: "Mo Yan! I love you! It doesn't matter if I am rejected by you this time, I can shout my love for you in public, and I am already satisfied! ”

Mo Yan's back did not look back, did not wave, but walked into the dormitory building with firm steps.

As soon as he entered the dormitory building, his firm steps were instantly messy, and his figure became shaky. The feeling of exhaustion, the forbearance just now took too much of her energy.

When she came to the door of the bedroom, Xiaowen looked at her tremblingly, and took the initiative to beckon: "I'm sorry, I was bought by him because he told me that he really, really, really loves you, and I can't refuse him, because I can't refuse love." ”

Mo Yan looked at Xiaowen calmly, and there were no mood fluctuations in his heart: "It's okay. Either you are bought, or someone else is bought. If he wants me to be here, there's always a way to get me here. But it doesn't matter, I can control myself, and I'll reject him. ”

"Why not? He seems to have a deep affection for you. Even if it's a love affair with no ending, at least you have a good memory! ”

"I had a good memory with him. Because I have memories, I know more that compared with memories, the companionship of getting along day and night is more rare. In Mo Yan's mind, she remembered the writer who supported her when she was in trouble.

"You promise him. Wouldn't you have company if you promised? ”

"There are too many grievances in the middle, and there is no way to agree. A love is so aggrieved and low to the dust, and in terms of my age, it is no longer possible. Mo Yan covered her chest and said with tears in her eyes. It's not that she's hypocritical, when he didn't contact her for two years, she was already cornered.

Xiaowen saw that Mo Yan was in pain but was in pain, and suddenly became at a loss: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I shouldn't be indiscriminately substituting into beautiful imaginations. I'm sorry to hurt you, I didn't mean it. ”：

Mo Yan shook his head weakly and didn't speak again.

Mo Yan sat on a rattan chair covered with small soft cushions, his arms propped up on the small round glass tabletop, covering his heart and breathing.

Xiaowen stayed with Mo Yan out of apology. She stood in front of the window, peeking downstairs through the hanging curtains. The crowd downstairs is slowly dispersing. Some people dismantle lights, some people dismantle metal scaffolding, and some people hold large cardboard boxes to collect the garbage on site.

"Wait!" Xiaowen exclaimed in surprise and opened the curtains.

Mo Yan closed his eyes tiredly. I don't know what kind of moth is going to come out of that enemy.

"No, it won't!" Xiaowen's voice was full of disappointment, "He seems to ...... I am handing out gifts to onlookers. ”

Mo Yan sneered slightly: "He is a ghostly person, and he is generous, I can imagine what he specially promised in order to make the audience have one heart with him." So, it's really not strange to send gifts or something afterwards. ”

Xiaowen hugged her arms tightly: "God! For this kind of boy with good EQ, high IQ, and generous family, I am actually afraid of it. I like the romance they give, but I'm afraid that they will change their minds too quickly, and I will only be loved by them for a short time, but it will take a long, long time to heal.

Mo Yan, now I have changed my opinion. If you think he's bad, he's bad. If you don't think you're a good fit, it's really not a good fit. I'm never going to help him chase you again. ”

Mo Yan was noncommittal, his hand supported his forehead and did not speak, and he closed his eyes tiredly.

After this farce, he should have felt his face dull, disappeared for a long time, or never.

Thinking that the two of them were really separated from each other from now on, Mo Yan suddenly felt pain somewhere in his heart.

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It is said that Wang Chengyou, the plan of courting in public, failed gorgeously. To say that you are not sad is false. He still endured the huge loss and sadness, cleaned up the scene, and called Zheng Shuguang to pick him up.

It's not that he wants to use Zheng Shuguang as a driver, but Zheng Shuguang pleaded to be his driver.

The driver is the one who owns the car.

Zheng Shuguang was already driving a car in the university town to hit the beautiful love luck, received a call, and soon came to Shanghai University to pick up Wang Chengyou.

According to Wang Chengyou's request, Zheng Shuguang sent him back to the dormitory of Dan University. After returning to the dormitory, Wang Chengyou felt that the sound effect of his new roommate's pesticide application was too shocking, so Wang Chengyou simply ran out of the campus and found a hotel near the school to stay for one night.

With the paper and pen provided by the hotel, he decided to write a letter to Mo Yan.

A letter of explanation.