He actually went down in a wheelchair.

The son helped him up, supported his small half of his body with strong arms, and slowly led him to walk.

The doctor said that the necessary rehabilitation exercises still need to be done. After scientific and effective training, it is possible to recover leg function.

When Mo Yan saw him, he was a little restrained, stopped playing, and stood aside with his hands down.

He smiled kindly at her. Looks kind, right? When he looked at her, his heart was at peace, and he was full of desire to be close.

Michel Chi and Zhang's mother set up a table of delicacies, and everyone had afternoon tea under the winter sun.

"I have the urge to persuade you to take a leave of absence. How harmonious and beautiful it is for us to get along like this. "Michel is lyrical.

Wang Chengyou couldn't help laughing.

It seems that his actions have greatly lowered his parents' expectations of him, and he has gained the freedom he has dreamed of.

Sure enough, my life is up to me.

Happy days are always short-lived.

As time passed, the next day, it was time to return to school.

That night, after having dinner at Wang Chengyou's house in Zhenyuan, and staying for a while, Wang Chengyou drove back to Mo Yan's house with Mo Yan.

Passing by one of the small villas for the Nth time, Mo Yan followed the house again.

"That house changed hands once in the middle."

"What did you say?"

"I heard that it was sold 2 years ago. Now living in it is the new owner of the house. ”

Mo Yan lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

After graduating from high school, she lost contact with them. Later, she changed her number, and they probably couldn't get in touch with her. Sometimes, after staying in the company given to her by the writer for a long time, she will also have a sense of success. Whenever the feeling of fame comes to her mind, she always recalls her father Chen Ji'an faintly.

If only he hadn't abandoned their mother and daughter because of an affair...... Whenever I recall this, my mind is stuck. In fact, he abandoned their mother and daughter because of the mistress!

She felt like she would never forgive him!

Especially when he aided in the abuse, he watched his future wife Bai Xiaobai frame her!

Hearing Wang Chengyou say that the house he was proud of had been sold, and there was no need to inquire again, she knew that he was down.

"Do you want to know their current situation?" When waiting for the traffic light, Wang Chengyou asked Mo Yan lightly.

Mo Yan thought about it carefully and shook his head.

She didn't want to know. Now, she is in a state of self-care. The tuition and living expenses for the next semester depend on the support of her mother Mo Jielian.

"Yan, tomorrow my parents are going to let the driver take us over."

"Oh."

"I may have some daily necessities for you at that time. You're welcome. ”

"Do you want it yourself?"

Wang Chengyou laughed: "Yes." Isn't it already reconciled? ”

At the next intersection waiting for the traffic light, a thin figure, arched in the cold wind, was struggling to pedal the shared bicycle. Wang Chengyou's gaze swept over, but Mo Yan's gaze seemed to be glued to the back.

"Acquaintance?" Sensing that Mo Yan couldn't retract his gaze for a long time, Wang Chengyou asked.

"I don't know." Mo Yan shook his head.

If Chen Yuduo grew up, it should be like this. Mo Yan thought to himself.

In the old photos, she has seen photos of her father Chen Ji'an when he was a teenager, extremely thin, slightly thin, polite and stubborn. It's like the message that the thin back conveys to her.

It's just - Mo Yan thought about it - it's just that Bai Xiaobai loves Chen Yuduo so much, how could he be willing to let Chen Yuduo, who is less than 20 years old, pedal a bicycle in thin clothes in the cold winter night?

"Your half-brother seems to be eighteen or nineteen years old, right?"

Mo Yan glared at Wang Chengyou with disgust: "There is a lot of gossip tonight!" Take a good look at your car. ”

"Yes. Hahahaha. ”

"What are you laughing at!"

"Nope. I'm inexplicably happy to be with you. By the way, when we have a child in the future, let's name him/her 'Inexplicable Happiness'. ”

"The king is inexplicably happy?"

"Isn't it good?"

"Why don't you call it 'Wang Gu left and right'?"

"Hahahahaha." Wang Chengyou was even happier.

When I arrived at Mo Yan's community, the car was parked on the ground.

The parking spaces in the garage are occupied by luxury cars. The entry-level Mercedes-Benz driven by Wang Chengyou casually parked on the side of the gate of the community. Took Mo Yan to the building where his home was.

Passing by one of the flower beds, Mo Yan found a nest where stray cats lived, and offered the leftover fish from dinner to a pineapple meow.

Wang Chengyou stood aside, bending over to illuminate Mo Yan with his mobile phone, who was squatting.

Meow-sama is afraid of light. Mo Yan shouted to Wang Chengyou to stop taking pictures.

Wang Chengyou straightened up. Inadvertently, I looked at a silhouette looking up at the sky. The silhouette is backed by a car with particularly smooth lines, motionless, with a sense of immediacy that people are stupid and have a lot of money, especially coke.

Wang Chengyou held back his laughter and reached out to touch Mo Yan, wanting Mo Yan to be happy.

As soon as his hand touched Mo Yan's small bun on the head of the ball, Wang Chengyou's smile froze.

That silhouette is not looking at the sky, but a watchtower. The silhouette stood in front of the building where Mo Yan's house was located. The silhouette raised his hand to smoke, and the red cigarette butt was bright and flickering, and it felt so familiar.

Although everyone smokes like that, at that moment, Wang Chengyou blessed his soul and realized that the silhouette was a writer!

It's like swallowing a fly.

Wenhao, he still has the face to come downstairs to Mo Yan!

"Yan, you are here, don't leave, wait for me to come back! Remember? ”

"Hmm, okay." Mo Yan, who "talked" to Lord Meow, agreed.

Wang Chengyou left Mo Yan and strode towards the silhouette.

There was indignation in his heart, and the wind under his feet was due to the hurry, and the coat that had just wrapped Mo Yan that was open flew in the wind. There was about an invisible momentum that stirred the air and alarmed the silhouette to turn back.

The silhouette turned around, obviously seeing Wang Chengyou, and the cigarette that was about to put in his mouth suddenly fell. The silhouette shows signs of a rat scurrying.

Wang Chengyou ran.

When he ran around the winding garden path to where the silhouette was, the silhouette just closed the car door, started the car, and slipped away.

Wang Chengyou picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the slippery car.

"Bang." The sound of a stone hitting a car body.

Wang Chengyou couldn't help but burst out laughing.

God knows, he didn't come here to throw a stone at all! It's not to grab the collar of the writer's clothes and wave his fist! He just wanted to solemnly tell Wenhao to stay away from Mo Yan, otherwise he would sue him for harassing them.

How do you know that the writer is so small.

The writer's head-hugging rat scurried out, but it stimulated his gangsterism. The moment he bent down to pick up the stones, he felt incredible.

Crackling and clapping his hands, Wang Chengyou was very happy that he overwhelmed the writer in both momentum and bearing.

When he turned around, he saw Mo Yan, who was looking at him puzzled.

"You just threw a stone at a car?" Mo Yan showed a bewildered expression.

"Is there one? Not an angle issue? Wang Chengyou didn't want to admit it.