Xu Qinglai listened silently and said I will contact you with another mobile phone. This made Mo Yan's heart sour a little. She only has a mobile phone, not to mention, her mobile phone is still a second-hand item eliminated by Mo Jielian.

Remember the last time Wang Chengyou said that he wanted to help her charge, but unfortunately the charger couldn't match?

She was probably the only one in the school who used a domestic mobile phone.

After a while, Xu Qinglai's trumpet entered Mo Jielianla's WeChat group.

Lovers of money are spitting in the WeChat group, Xu Qinglai has only one question after listening: If her parents ask about it, how should she explain? You must know that after the incident, you have to convince her parents that she is innocent and not involved.

My friend who loves money quickly heard that this was a rich lady who was bent on becoming famous, so he guaranteed the ticket and said: "Everything is on me!" When the time came, I found a friend and said that his child was lost, but the media made a mistake and posted the wrong photo. ”

"Wait, I paid, and still can't be completely 'famous'?"

"We can sign an agreement and do a follow-up report. For example, 'What about real people?' Or, "She sparked a city-wide search, but in fact ......" and other headlines that poke directly at the heart of the hunting curiosity, guaranteed to be on the hot search! ”

Xu Qinglai pondered for a while, couldn't come up with any better suggestions, and instead discussed the service fee.

A friend who is a fan of money dared to quote a price of 50,000 yuan. Xu Qinglai agreed, and in the end, he reported the price of the remuneration to the friends of the financial fans: 2 million. After considering it, the financial fan friend finally agreed to 500,000.

Mo Yan and Mo Jielian, one sitting at the small table and the other on the small bed, peeped at the screen throughout the whole process.

The chat came to an end, and Xu Qinglai left a message asking everyone to delete this conversation.

"Deleted?" Mo Jielian sat on the small bed and turned her head to ask Mo Yan.

Mo Yan perfunctory: "Whatever you want." ”

Mo Jielian was overjoyed: "I'll go to this friend to ask for a benefit." Son, Mom won't bother you to read. ”

Mo Yan was speechless. Since Wenhao confidently explained the crooked reasoning that brokers should take advantage of the fee, Mo Jielian has thickened her face in this regard.

In addition, obviously she is a daughter, Mo Jielian just likes to "slip the tongue" when she is excited.

I was speechless all night, and the next day.

When I got up the next day, I felt that something was wrong. When I opened the curtains, I saw a layer of snow on the eaves on the opposite side, which was 3 centimeters in sight.

"Yan! It's snowing! Mo Jielian's excited voice came through the wall.

Mo Yan bent the corners of his mouth, let go, and lowered the curtain.

She only felt a faint joy because of the refreshment, and she didn't get excited just because she saw the snow.

Just as she watched "The Great Gatsby" yesterday at the request of old man James, reading it late at night, Mo Yan reveled in Fitzgerald's free and free strokes, but in the end, she still closed the coffin with "poor people must have something to hate".

Even Mo Jielian, who is in her early 40s, will be excited when she sees the snow, and she? She thought that her core was probably no longer an innocent and romantic girl. She no longer has a soft sentimental heart.

Change clothes, eat a simple and convenient breakfast, at the No. 21 bus stop, Mo Yan wears headphones to listen to English and grind his ears.

She was so focused on listening to the English radio that she didn't see that in the last row of the bus, unlike before, sat a man in a dark crisp coat.

The writer did not deliberately disguise, and looked at her with his head held high. It's a pity that there are more and more people getting on the bus, and the writer sits in the last row without moving, and Mo Yan finds that the possibility of the writer in the crowd has finally been reduced to zero.

At the next stop of the Huigang business circle, Mo Yan got off the bus with the flow of people.

The gaze of the writer, through the glass of the bus, followed the past all the way.

Mo Yan, who was waiting outside the window, was finally reminded by his sixth sense, and when he turned his head to look around, the bus had already left.

Wenhao sat in the back of the car, lifted his breath all the way, and finally exhaled.

Even he felt embarrassed.

Extremely embarrassed, he casually called Fa Xiao: "I did something stupid this morning. ”

"As soon as you changed your habits, you finally stayed with a woman, and you didn't let the family leave?"

The writer wanted to cry without tears, unable to speak.

"Say it. It's too immoral not to say it, isn't it? ”

"Okay. I said, "Don't laugh." I missed someone this morning, so I got up early, went out to take the bus, and waited to meet someone. As a result, people didn't see me in the crowd, so I took advantage of the excitement and left, laughing at myself. ”

“……”

The other party's rare attitude at the same frequency made the writer quite gratified.

"This kind of madness that only young people have, I haven't experienced it for a long time, I ......"

The writer was lyrical, and the other party suddenly broke out into a burst of hysterical laughter, which was out of control, almost breaking through the mobile phone and wrapping the writer in seventy or eighty layers.

The writer's face gradually turned green in the small laughter.

Speaking of Mo Yan, before he arrived at the class, he met his classmates first.

"Mo Yan, I waited for you for an hour at the west gate of the playground after school yesterday! Why don't you say anything if you don't come? ”

Mo Yan turned around tremblingly, the smile on his face was more reluctant and reluctant.

Cao Junjie put his hands in his trouser pockets, and the open placket of his school uniform was set aside by his two arms, revealing a handsome white cashmere sweater.

"Yo, we're wearing couple colors." Cao Junjie laughed.

Mo Yan was like a frightened bird, and he didn't answer, just left quickly.

"Mo Yan," Cao Junjie grabbed her arm, so startled that she almost screamed, fortunately, years of acquiring horses made her calm, she looked at Cao Junjie fixedly, waiting for Cao Junjie to finish speaking.

Cao Junjie had a heartfelt smile on his face, I have to say that he is actually a little white face. There are a pair of peach blossom eyes floating on her white and tender face, and she almost shoots a little star when she smiles, which can be regarded as a powerful faction with good looks.

It's just that Mo Yan doesn't like such feminine boys.

"See you at the west gate of the playground after school today. Don't let me go again. Be careful I punish you! ”

Goosebumps rose layer upon layer.

Cao Junjie was quite satisfied with the effect of the "conversation", he still had to pester Mo Yan, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Xu Qinglai hiding at the intersection of the trail, which frightened him and made him find an excuse to slip away.

These rich children are more familiar with each other's worth than ordinary classmates. Whoever has a more solid family background is more qualified to run amok. This is the default rule between them.

Based on this, he knew that he was far from being Xu Qinglai's opponent.

As far as he knew, Xu Qinglai's only opponent was the son of Wang Dong's family, the director of the university. It's just that this prince is quite low-key, and he doesn't have a way to deal with them.

The son of the Wang family has good grades and is on the list every year; People are cold and never mingle.

It's just that when he didn't see Wang Gongzi's cold and arrogant face, he only had one sentence in his heart: Owing Bian!