All the way smoothly to the front of the Xingcha shop on Haihuai Road.

The writer flashed his lights and pulled over.

Writers have always been so gentlemanly and considerate. The advantage of age makes him mature and not greasy, and when he gets out of the car diligently, bypasses the front of the car, helps Mo Yan open the door, and reaches out to help her get out of the car, everything seems so natural. Even his outstretched hand was a gentlemanly gesture with the palm facing down.

Mo Yan smiled gratefully at him while ignoring his outstretched hand. Coincidentally, when Mo Yan got out of the car beside him, he happened to be seen by Wang Chengyou, who came out to answer the phone.

Angles lead to poor vision.

From Wang Chengyou's point of view, Mo Yan and Wenhao almost looked at each other. Wenhao's Land Rover is a Range Rover Sport, because the chassis is high, and when you get out of the car, you can't step on the ground with one foot like an ordinary car, so for two seconds, Mo Yan needs to look down and find a pedal. In Wang Chengyou's view, this is like shyness after staring closely.

At that moment, the strange emotions in my heart quickly burst out, but in just one second, reason successfully suppressed this primitive emotion.

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly couldn't hear any reply from Wang Chengyou, and kept calling "hey, hey". Wang Chengyou simply hung up the phone and walked towards Wenhao and Mo Yan.

"Thank you for sending her back."

Pulling Mo Yan to his side, Wang Chengyou raised his head slightly and thanked the writer arrogantly. His thanks, there is no temperature at all, natural, and there is no demeanor.

This kind of small trick of swearing sovereignty, the writer disdains to debunk.

He ignored Wang Chengyou's words, but turned to Mo Yan: "Goodbye." ”

"Bye-bye." Wang Chengyou preemptively answered for Mo Yan.

Goodbye, this implication is too bad. He had to put it another way.

The writer didn't stay long, he didn't want to embarrass Mo Yan, and besides, he had a verbal fight with a 19-year-old boy? Forgive him for disdain.

Wenhao turned around and got into the car, drove away, and drove towards the office parking garage only a few hundred meters away from the Xingcha shop.

Wang Chengyou, who has been busy since returning from the United States, suddenly discovered that the Xingcha shop is really close to Wenhao's studio.

Quickly weigh the possibility of moving a drink shop, which often has tens or millions of shops along the street...... It's more practical to choose to trust Mo Yan.

Since he stopped selling his academic results, Wang Chengyou has no source of income. Mo Yan's mother is supporting 100,000 yuan a month, and he hasn't thought of a solution once and for all. Luxury goods were bought as VIP, and the brand side sent him free visits to fashion shows in Turkey and France. The invitation was still in the desk drawer in his room.

Without spending a penny on himself, spending money like flowing water is a portrayal of his current life.

When he was in high school, he dared to sell exam rankings, because he knew in his heart that his father could cover it if something happened. When I entered the university, I didn't dare to make a mistake like that. Besides, if he makes trouble in the future, the price of his father wiping his ass will inevitably be to force him to go to Stanford, the ideal university in his father's mind. So didn't he give up all his efforts?

Although grandpa's inheritance is rich, there is still a year before he gets the dividend for the first time. Far water can't quench the thirst of the near. He is used to seeing that money can solve most things in life, and he really doesn't feel at ease when he doesn't have much money in his hand.

In the spirit of economy and revolution, Wang Chengyou didn't say a word about the writer, and he didn't even dare to ask how Mo Yan would go to Xixi's house with the writer.

Mo Yan squinted at Wang Chengyou, only to see the expression on his face rolling in turns, waiting for him to be jealous, and turned into lemon essence to ask her what was going on? Unexpectedly, Wang Chengyou's face turned, and when he looked at her, he was already smiling, and he couldn't smell any sourness: "It's hot, right?" Thirsty? Want to drink something? Eat ice cream? ”

What kind of brain circuit is this?

The two of them touched their arms and walked side by side to the door of the Xingcha shop, and met a gloating one: "Yo Yo, I smelled gunpowder just now, why did the fire go out so quickly?" You're really heart-to-heart—cowardly to her. ”

Wang Chengyou laughed twice, and slapped the star who sowed discord aside.

Xinyue in the operating table saw Wang Chengyou bring a beautiful girl in, and her eyes were almost smiling into crescents: "The treasure of our store, avocado banana juice, is on sale, you can make it into a chilled flavor, do you want a cup?" ”

Everyone looked at Xinyue strangely and said nothing. Xinyue pursed her mouth, she could feel that the atmosphere was a little strange, but she didn't know why.

Before going out to Xixi's house, Mo Yan knew that he would definitely go to the Xingcha shop after going to Xixi's house, so the Kafuka was filled with tools such as tape measures, angle rulers, levels, and small notebooks.

While Wang Chengyou was there, I just asked him to take a hand and measure the size of the house together. After a lot of work, he measured and recorded all the sizes that Mo Yan could think of.

"Yan, do you have any arrangements for the afternoon?" He called out her single name, which had a stirring flavor.

Mo Yan's blood-soaked face from exercise smiled: "Not for the time being." ”

"Let's go to the mall together!" I want to be like other little couples, pressing all the roads, eating all the food, and watching all the movies in the schedule...... Of course, in the hot summer when you go out, you can replace the road by visiting the mall.

"Going to the mall?"

"Well, it's just learning. Go and see how other people's drink shops are laid out. ”

I can't refuse this offer! It's just that the stars are going to go. Wang Chengyou glanced at him, his eyes were almost blind, and Xingchen just pretended to turn a blind eye.

knew that Wang Chengyou couldn't let go of his promise to him, so he simply grabbed Mo Yan's hand, pretended to be Xiao Zhengtai, sold cute and coquettish, shook Mo Yan's arm, and almost climbed his waist, circled his legs, and hung on her.

was so frightened that Mo Yan didn't dare to come out.

was so angry that Wang Chengyou simply tore him open manually.

"Okay, okay, just let you go with you." Mo Yan disarmed and surrendered. After knowing that Xingchen had such a sad past, Mo Yan was afraid of him, but his tolerance for him increased greatly.

Xingchen's index finger, which received a positive reply, was inserted in both ears, and his tongue stretched and retracted as his fingers rotated. He was grimacing at Wang Chengyou.

"Just close the store and go with Xinyue." Wang Chengyou puffed up his advice. He couldn't lift Mo Yan to go shopping, didn't he find a companion for Xingchen, and didn't Xingchen stick to Mo Yan's other side all afternoon?

"What are you going to do?" Xinyue asked. As if she wasn't there at all.

"Look at what other people's drinks look like?"

"yes. All right. ”

Xinyue immediately arranged for Xingchen to clean the blender, and she packed the fruit into the refrigerator. Three times five divided by two, and after a quarter of an hour, the four men set out.