"I didn't find it." Wang Chengyou said to Mo Yan who came out of the bathroom with his empty hands.

"I'm sorry, I'll look for it."

Maybe sanitary napkins have an extraordinary significance for girls in their menstrual period, seeing Mo Yan looking at him with red eyes, Wang Chengyou panicked.

However, when passing by Mo Yan, he was pulled back. Mo Yan's two slender hands grabbed the clothes at his elbows. The sensation in this place was infinitely magnified and quickly burned.

"No need. I have a way. ”

"But you just cried."

"I just thought of ......" Mo Yan racked her brains, thinking of what would make her tears a little unbearable, so as to cover up the touching brought to her by that row of centipede feet?

"Thinking of Mom?" Wang Chengyou added smartly.

Mo Yan's expression was a stalk.

"I wanted to charge you up, but unfortunately the plug didn't fit, so I could only watch your phone turn off." Wang Chengyou picked up Mo Yan's mobile phone from the desktop and handed it back to her. It was out of her pocket's clothes when she was hugging her. At the same time, he handed over his mobile phone, "Use my phone to send a message to your mother." ”

Mo Yan lowered his eyes: "No." ”

How did Mo Jielian spend the night when she didn't go home?

"You haven't eaten yet? Come and try it, Mama Zhang's craftsmanship is good. ”

Mo Yan, who has been closely followed by hunger, has been following a sandwich by cutting corners at noon, and he can't resist the temptation of food at all. Grab the sandwich and eat it up quickly; Grab the juice glass and drink it all quickly. Hiccup, this glass of milk seems to be more fragrant than usual.

Grace and moderation soon and irretrievably swept towards the clouds. Mama Zhang's craftsmanship is really amazing.

"Am I eating a sandwich? It's delicious, isn't it? ”

"Actually, the finger bread stick is Zhang's mother's pastry."

"Really? Is it? ”

Wang Chengyou happily watched Mo Yan feast.

He figured out that what dangerous people were arresting her were all false excuses he had made for himself. The real reason is that he doesn't want Wang Zhifeng to see Mo Yan, or, he doesn't want Mo Yan to see Wang Zhifeng.

"Hiccup."

Mo Yan put down the cup of freshly squeezed orange juice and covered his mouth.

The two of them, you look at me, I look at you, and they both laughed softly.

"When I get out of your house tomorrow, you can do something for me." The girl tilted her head to look at Wang Chengyou.

"Okay."

The next morning, Wang Chengyou went out of the bedroom door at six o'clock and returned at seven o'clock. When I came back, I brought a dinner plate. The food on the plate is thoughtfully covered with a hood to keep warm.

Mo Yan was cramped: This guy won't make breakfast himself.

That's too gracious.

I really can't imagine that when I was the most depressed, the one who provided me with warmth and help was Wang Chengyou, who had been picking his nose and eyes at school.

It seems that you can't go against Wang Chengyou in the future. She has become a person with a handle, but the other party has done her best, which is enough for her to ignore the series of ado about nothing that she usually does to her.

In the past, she only cared about judging people by their appearance, if she had known that Wang Chengyou grew up in such a rich family, she would have held back and resolutely refused to go back to the series of doing nothing.

She has a strange psychology of mixed awe and rejection of the powerful. For the son of a rich man, he naturally stays away.

Mo Yan was sighing in his heart, and suddenly heard Wang Chengyou say: "If it's not enough, I'll help you get it when I come back." I'll be back in about an hour and a half. You can also take a shower before meals and don't have to worry about keeping your breakfast warm. By the way, I have my pajamas in the bathroom cupboard, if you don't dislike it......"

Mo Yan shook his head like a rattle. Meaning: No, no, I won't wear your pajamas.

Wang Chengyou smiled happily: "Then I'll go first." ”

Well, he must have mistakenly thought that she was shaking her head to say, "No, no, I don't dislike it." Mo Yan touched his head and tore off the fever-reducing patch.

Lifting the cover, he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, and Harazi almost couldn't hold it.

Fresh and plump fried buns, with a thin layer of golden brown at the bottom; In the bright beef broth with buttery flowers, a layer of delicately cut chives is sprinkled with a layer of finely sliced chives, and blanched snow-white rice noodles are placed on the side. A plate of green olive vegetables, the roots are crisp and crisp in the soy sauce soup.

All the food exudes a slight heat, and the aroma of the food is caught in the heat, burrowing into the nostrils and stirring the taste buds...... Flip your index finger!

Mo Yan picked up the chopsticks, wanting to quickly reach for the fried buns, and also wanting to pour the rice noodles into the soup immediately. Although she hasn't tasted a bite yet, she only smells her nose and knows that it is Zhang's mother's craftsmanship.

Pick up the golden fried buns, take a bite, and your soul will dance for it. I was about to take a second bite when I suddenly heard a strange noise at the door.

Tiptoeing over, sure enough, it wasn't auditory hallucinations.

There was a soft knock on the door, and the sound of a sobbing voice in the mouth. The lung capacity is quite large, and the pharynx is tactful. What is it...... Dog?

Mo Yan's brain teaser turned sharply, thinking that it should be a dog outside the door.

Maybe it was the black-backed and white-footed border herd who was attracted by the smell of rice in the bedroom.

Mo Yan tiptoed back in. Mr. Wang said he would return an hour and a half later. This dog can't be outside the door all the time, right? More importantly, it shouldn't attract anyone, right?

Outside the door, in the corridor, the black-backed and white-footed border herd begged for mercy outside the door. However, no one responded to it at all.

"Donuts. What are you doing? A long-legged teenager crouched down beside the border herd and scratched its chin.

The whimper of the border herd became more tactful.

"You're a little naughty, have you even learned to open doors?" As he spoke, the boy lifted one of Bian Mu's front feet and placed it on the doorknob.

"Young Master Feng, what are you doing!"

Suddenly, a stern voice came from behind him.

Wang Zhifeng turned around and saw Zhang's mother carrying a basket filled with fresh fruits, which happened to be passing by.

Listening to her words of clear inquiry and secret accusation, Wang Zhifeng threw down the claws of the doughnut, clapped his hands and stood up.

"Young Master Feng? In your eyes, if you have a young master like me, dare to talk to me like this? ”

Zhang's mother suddenly smiled: "Adolescent children like you think about it the most." You're so big, if I can't see you, I'm blind? ”

Wang Zhifeng didn't say anything, just stood still.

Zhang's mother also stood still.

"What are you doing standing still? Spying on me? ”

"Young Master Feng, you're thinking too much. I'm waiting for you to walk away from Ayo's door. I can't go in until you're gone. ”

Ayo?

In the eyes of Wang Zhifeng, loneliness flashed. He stiffened his back, held his head high, stomped past Zhang's mother, and walked down the stairs.

Is this his home? No. This is just his father's home, the home of the little spicy chicken named "Wang Chengyou". In this family, he is Chengyou, obedient, and Ayou, impolite and uneducated, but he is loved.

And he? In addition to his father affectionately calling him "the wind", although Michel has always been smiling, there is clearly alienation hidden in the ridiculousness; As for the little spicy chicken, he didn't even shout "brother"!

Wang Feng's fist clenched unconsciously.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, he realized that there was no one left and right, and quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.