After Mo Yan nodded, he reached out to pick up Wenhao's camera, and he didn't watch out for Wenhao reaching out and pulling her hand, gently taking her to his side, holding her shoulder again, and raising his hand to take a selfie for the two of them.

Flowing water, all in one go.

Mo Yan regretted that she stretched out her hand and made the writer mistakenly think that she wanted to take a group photo. At the moment, I could only smile awkwardly: "I didn't expect you to love selfies too." ”

"I think it's rare to have flamingos in restaurants."

Mo Yan didn't want to leave: "Why don't I help you take a picture with them again?" ”

Wenhao: "Haven't you filmed it?" ”

"Take another one and you'll delete the last one."

"Why should I delete the last one?"

"Vivien will be distracted when she sees it."

Wenhao said indifferently: "You think too much, she doesn't look at my phone." ”

Mo Yan couldn't think of a reason for a while, so he had to shake his head and follow.

The writer, who strode forward, did not hesitate to send a group photo to Wang Chengyou.

There is no pride, only a deep worry. This is the final step in the bottom of the box plan. In the final analysis, it was just to create the illusion that he and Mo Yan had been in the same room all night.

Whether this illusion can make Wang Chengyou mad, he is becoming more and more uncertain.

After the last step that can be done, the hotel is still a hotel with smooth operation, the service staff is still a smiling service staff, and Mo Yan next to him is still Mo Yan with a light expression, and he is already exhausted and can only wait for the judgment of fate.

Wenhao sniffled, weak and sad, and felt like crying.

Mr. Kawabata is a person who is insensitive to rituals, so he does not have a farewell ceremony on the last day or the last half day. On the 30th day, like any other day, they knocked on the door of a house.

Land is expensive in Tokyo, and it is not easy to buy a large house, so the size of housing in Tokyo is generally small. Although the area of the house is not large, the interior is fully configured, the room structure is reasonable, the kitchen equipment is advanced, and it is easy to use.

What Mr. Kawabata took them to was not a house where ordinary housewives took care of three meals a day at home, but a house for unmarried people with a petty bourgeois atmosphere. This kind of house, compared to the house with a housewife, has more romantic furnishings.

What they are looking for is furnishings that are both romantic and functional.

It is said that a book will be published on this trip, but it is the result of the predecessors.

As far as Mo Yan, who has not yet come up with a masterpiece, this trip is a complete eye-opening trip. Perhaps, it will have a profound impact on her design aesthetics. Everything can only be understood when the future comes.

At the end of the day's study tour, Mr. Kawabata went home to eat dinner cooked by his wife, and the other two students were going to an izakaya, but Mo Yan declined their invitation and asked to pick her up.

It's the writer who came.

Mo Yan was not surprised, but when he found that there were only writers, he was inevitably surprised.

"Where's Vivien?"

"She's going to buy a lot of gifts to take home."

"Don't you have to accompany her?"

"I'm not familiar with Tokyo. At this time, ground accompaniment is the most suitable. "It seems good, but it always sounds weird.

Mo Yan didn't want to stand outside the car and talk too much to Wenhao, so he reached out and pulled the car door.

Seeing her pull the door of the back seat, Wenhao smiled bitterly: "I have to treat the ground differently, right?" ”

"Huh?"

"Sit in the front, okay?"

Mo Yan thought that he was indeed suspected of using Wenhao as a driver when he sat in the back, and saw that Wenhao's eyes were full of sadness, so he changed to sit in the passenger seat.

"Are you alright?" Mo Yan asked.

"Quarreled with Vivien." The writer didn't mean to hide it at all. Mo Yan didn't know what to take, and frankly, she didn't want to hear the love and hatred between them.

All she could think about was going back to the hotel to carry her luggage. I can't wait to return to the Magic City, and I can't wait to see the person I haven't seen in a long time.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who cares about money and doesn't want her to spend it?" The writer asked Mo Yan, and his tone was very solemn. Mo Yan shook his head slowly.

"I just think it's very close to departure, and this is the time when I should pack my luggage instead of selling. But she was so bold that she had to go out, saying that she had experience in crossing consignments, and asked me if I was reluctant to spend money on her. Now in the world of online shopping, what can't you buy online? You see, you didn't buy anything. ”

Mo Yanzheng didn't know what position to stand, and when she heard Wenhao talk about her like this, she immediately said, "I have bought it." I bought a little sea lion that would say, 'What are you looking for?' when I opened the fridge, a piggy bank for the Life Bank that could be used through the sonic linkage app, a potted pot of Ghibli, a figurine of Nana, 20 lipsticks, eye shadow, cream blush, ......."

Seeing that Mo Yan was counting seriously, Wenhao couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, I have to say, with your example, my anger towards Vivian has been half gone." ”

Seeing that Mo Yan only smiled and didn't speak, Wenhao continued: "So, among those gifts you said, which one belongs to Wang Chengyou?" Is there a talking baby sea lion in the fridge? ”

He has a fiancée, and she has Wang Chengyou. This kind of interpersonal relationship that will no longer cause emotional misunderstandings makes Mo Yan very relaxed: "Give it to him, bring a piggy bank of the life bank." ”

Wenhao smiled, and the light in his eyes in front of him dimmed, and soon the clouds turned clear.

It was nearly seven o'clock when we drove to the hotel. Before Vivian returned, Wenhao called her, and without saying a few words, her face darkened first.

"How?" At that time, they were still in the lobby, and Mo Yan had not yet separated from Wenhao.

"I can't even tell the priorities! Is Hermès' platinum bag that glamorous? It's all at this time, and I'm still sitting in the store waiting for the salesperson to help her transfer the goods! ”

This is almost the first time Mo Yan has seen Wenhao get angry.

Although Wenhao did not answer her directly, she heard the whole truth from his complaint.

There was a trace of doubt, which made Mo Yan want to open her mouth to refute Vivian - after more than 20 days of getting along, she never felt that Vivian was a girl who couldn't figure it out - but in the face of the facts, she was not allowed to explain it for her.

"Did you tell her she wanted her to come back now?"

"Leave her alone, take your luggage, let's go to the airport. If you can catch her, you will catch it, and if you can't catch her, you will take the next flight. ”

Mo Yan felt trembling. Is it really good to leave Vivien alone? After thinking about it, in order to wait for Vivien, delay her return to Shanghai, is she really willing?

After weighing the two, Mo Yan had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Vivien's suitcase was dragged to Wenhao's room last night. Mo Yan returned to his room, picked up the luggage he had packed last night, and went to the lobby to check out. When she arrived, the writer pushed the small suitcase out of the elevator.

I stayed in two rooms last night, and because Vivian's luggage was still in the room, Wenhao only returned the one where Mo Yan lived.

After completing the check-out procedures quickly, Wenhao drove Mo Yan to the airport.