Xingchen thought for a moment and replied, "It's not very big, but it's a little bit." ”

A citric acid gushed out in Wenhao's heart, and he said negatively: "What if Mo Yan asks? ”

"He's gone to the United States."

"What if I ask?"

"He went to the United States for medical treatment."

The writer's heart jumped 2 beats in a hurry, and he didn't know whether to show pity or smile unkindly for a while. There is a pause, and reason prevails.

"What disease? Does it matter? ”

"Who knows. It looks like he can't die. ”

Wenhao's fingers tapped on the table: "Listen to what you mean, Mo Yan still doesn't know about Wang Chengyou's illness?" ”

"It's impossible to know from me anyway! I'm sure you won't take the initiative to tell her. ”

The writer smiled silently and agreed. After a pause, he spoke again: "When will that kid come back?" ”

"I don't know. If you know, please tell me, I'll be able to hide. ”

Wenhao was slightly stunned, and immediately understood: "He asked you to tell Mo Yan, but you didn't do that?" ”

The stars acquiesce with silence.

"Why didn't you do it?" The writer has a trace of unspeakable suspicion in his heart - could it be that Xingchen also likes Mo Yan? At this moment, Xingchen's answer rang in his ears: "If I do this, won't I be sorry for the considerable pocket money I got from you?" ”

Wenhao smiled. His intuition told him that the stars' answers weren't necessarily true; However, he is impeccable in this approach.

After ending the call with Xingchen, Wenhao decided that in Wang Chengyou's absence, it should be him who should step in to eliminate the hateful third suitor.

Look at the quarter of an hour before the end of work, the writer walked out of the office with an infectious smile on his face. He walked out of his separate office, stood at the door of the office, and clapped his hands a few times at his colleagues in the large work area, and the applause attracted the colleagues to look at him.

"You've been working hard lately! The financial statements for the first half of the year came out, and our net profit increased by 20% year-on-year compared with last year. In order to express my gratitude to all my colleagues, today I am the east, please have a dinner in Fenghualou! ”

The atmosphere in the office was suddenly ignited, and many colleagues couldn't help but applaud. Only my colleagues in the finance office were a little confused: the financial statements were submitted three weeks ago.

Mo Yan's gaze turned to the high-spirited writer, and then lowered his eyes. She had a cold and had no appetite; Besides, Joey is waiting downstairs, and Joey can release the pigeons on other days, but not today.

The writer called on everyone to hurry up and finish the work at hand, and strive for the first wave of diners after work. The office is filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere, everyone is talking about happy words, turning off the phone, and packing up the backpack. Mo Yan got up silently, she wanted to ask Master Zhu Gong to take leave, but unexpectedly, Zhu Gong just left her seat. Mo Yan looked around, saw Brother Zheng, and told Brother Zheng.

Brother Zheng expressed regret and told Mo Yan to go home to drink more water and rest more.

When it's time to get off work, everyone is rushing out. The elevator was not full, and it was divided into several batches lively, and they walked to the Fenghua Building diagonally opposite the company one after another, and arrived at the double-table private room that the writer said. The writer followed closely behind, glanced around the private room, and sadly found that he only wanted one person, but it was this person who was missing.

"What about Mo Yan?" In a hurry, the writer asked out loud.

Hearing this, everyone looked left and right to look for Mo Yan, and Brother Zheng answered: "She has a cold and has no appetite, so I let her go home." ”

Wenhao didn't ask any more questions, and others didn't think much about it, but Brother Zheng, who felt as if his body had been cut by a gaze knife. Thinking of the boss Sun coming out to the west and inviting them to sit at home, without saying a word, he immediately went into the house to help Mo Yan get the camera, and today I saw at a glance that Mo Yan was not there among the twenty or thirty people...... Tsk, Secretary Tong's gossip is really accurate!

It is said that Mo Yan packed up his things and got off work with the crowd, everyone turned right, and she turned left. Walk around the corner and see Joey holding a Peppy Pig helium balloon.

"To you, my apology gift."

Mo Yan took the delicate pig girl and smiled at Joey: "Okay, I forgive you." ”

She has to forgive Joey, and she has to find out about Wang Chengyou's situation from Joey. The small topic starts with the king wind. Mo Yan said that she felt that after graduating from high school, Joey had more contact with Wang Zhifeng. Joey looked blank: It's not because I finally have a phone.

Seeing Joey smiling brightly, Mo Yan cut to the chase.

"What did you all talk about yesterday?"

What did Joey talk about?

It seems that these are all trivial words that are not worthy of outsiders.

Wang Zhifeng said that he never thought that one day he would miss his mother's green vegetable noodles so much; said that he went to New York for four or five days, and he didn't say anything in the house every day, but he didn't hear a word of foreign language in his ears.

He also said that it was finally going to be transferred, and he thought it would be different, but it turned out to be different—worse, now, he couldn't even see the people; He said he lived in a garage on the ground floor and two rooms on the second floor, with a three-story main building in front and a beautiful wooden building in the back – you would never have imagined that it was the home of seven lambs!

He said that the landlord raised sheep because it would be much cheaper to buy the land in the name of farming...... Well, that's it, she talked to him for almost 1 hour. However, relaying these small topics to Mo Yan seemed to tear apart the secret intimacy between her and Zhifeng, and she was a little unhappy.

"Nothing, nonsense."

Joey made it clear that he refused to share, which hurt Mo Yan's self-esteem a lot. Mo Yan's fluttering eyelashes fell, wanting to give the battered heart some time to heal. However, in just a second, the idea of wanting to know Wang Chengyou's current situation was as strong as a tsunami, and it easily overcame her shyness and self-esteem.

She spoke, with a lot of effort, but in fact it was not much bigger than a mosquito humming: "Then did he mention Wang Chengyou?" ”

"What?"

"Did he mention ......?"

"No, I heard that. I was just surprised. You don't even have news of Wang Chengyou? No, no, I mean, Wang Chengyou didn't even contact you? He even ......"

Joey couldn't speak, he was emotional, he said "yes" and "no" for a long time, and with his hands waving wildly, Mo Yan was a little dazzled. She looked at Joey eagerly, but Joey stopped as she spoke.

"Or even what?"

Joey quieted down, tenderness and love welled up in his eyes, and he looked at Mo Yan without speaking. Mo Yan was panicked by her, and then her nose was sour: "You tell me, it's better than me thinking nonsense." ”

Joey shrugged: "He even sent me a voice, but unfortunately I was outside at the time, it was noisy, and when I found a quiet place to listen again, that voice was withdrawn." His voice sounded good. I always thought he had a connection with you. ”

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