"Laughing at what? What to laugh at? Why didn't I understand? Jiang Xiaoxi interjected. Jiang Xiaoxi was probably overprotected by her capable and assertive mother, who was very smart, but a little detached from her intelligence.

"Sister Ma, what you see is the appearance." Li Xinran crossed his legs on the table, turned around and rushed to Ma Jiajia behind him. Li Xinran has a pair of near-perfect legs. Straight, white, fat, and moderately thin. She was well aware of this, so she often treated her legs unusually.

The above is yesterday's episode about "boyfriend". After a flash in her mind, Mo Yan's thoughts fell on her, she needed to reply to Wang Chengyou today's itinerary for tomorrow.

When I found out the phone, the phone rang.

The person who called...... Oops, she'd almost forgotten that there was still a man in the world since he'd disappeared so completely in the last month.

"Mr. Wen?" I can't call the name "Wenhao", and I am not used to calling him his real surname, so I have to continue to preconceived "Mr. Wen".

"You've been in school for half a month, haven't you?"

"Hmm."

"I'm passing through Shanghai tomorrow."

"Oh."

Wenhao was stunned and laughed to himself: "Should you tell me that Shanghai is not my home, just pass by?" ”

Mo Yan smirked and responded.

Of course, she could hear that the writer wanted to take the opportunity to meet, but it was also an objective fact that she couldn't find time. With the status of the writer in her mind, it is not enough to push Wang Chengyou or his roommates for him.

"I have a friend who works in advertising, and he often has a bunch of odd jobs. After reading my "Wheat Field" hanging in the study, he is very interested in your color control, and has told me twice that he wants to establish a cooperative relationship with you. It just so happens that tomorrow he will be free too...... He's also available the day after tomorrow, about noon or late on Monday......"

The writer himself felt that he had fallen into the sewer.

Mo Yan heard the smell of begging, thinking that he had compromised again and again on time in the name of a friend, and she felt embarrassed when she compromised on the other end of the phone, and she impulsively agreed: "Understood." I'll get back to you later. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

Mo Yan held the mobile phone that ended the call, and his heart was somewhat moved. not only remembered the writer's grace to buy "Wheat Field", but also did his best to provide her with professional convenience.

Perhaps, in essence, these professional conveniences are just a means for him to maintain her and even pursue her. But at least he managed not to make her feel disgusted and embarrassed.

"OH, Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way......" The music of "Jingle Bells" sounded, which was the exclusive ringtone of Mom Mo Jielian.

"Yan, I've been holding back for 2 weeks, and I'm finally waiting for your military training to end. How about you come back for the weekend? Or, I'm going to see you? ”

Oops, when did she become a sweetheart?!

Mo Yan needs to plan well, who to accept, who to reject, and how to arrange his time in the case of acceptance.

The question of the order of importance became the first public topic in the dormitory after dinner that night.

The evening self-study from Monday to Thursday does not end until half past eight. In view of the size of the Jinqiao College campus, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening when I returned from the classroom to the dormitory. If I didn't pay attention, it was almost ten o'clock when I was lying in bed. Thinking that there would be morning self-study the next morning, the thought of chatting naturally faded.

Friday night is different, there is no evening self-study on Friday night. What's more, there will be no morning self-study and no military training tomorrow! Perfect!

When you have limited time, the only time you have is to prioritize it for your family? Female friends? Prospective lovers? Work partner?

The conversation was not as strong as usual.

When Mo Yan threw out the topic, the roommates immediately blew up.

Ma Jiajia was the first to answer: "Do you still need to say it?" Of course, friends come first. Your family will always understand you. What the hell is a prospective lover? It's too early for us to work with a partner, right? Do you want to focus on your career and give it to your work partners? ”

Jiang Xiaoxi replied secondly: "It must be a work partner." My mother said that a woman must be financially independent in order to be happy. Men can be relied on, sows can go up trees. Work partners first, female friends second, family members third, yes, what the hell is a prospective lover? ”

Only Li Xinran heard from the "prospective lover" that this was not some metaphysical philosophical discussion question, but the confusion that the questioner was facing, so her answer was: "What we give can only be an answer based on our values." You'll have to find your own answers. ”

Mo Yan's heart was in a mess, and what bothered her the most was her mother.

From the school, it takes about 6 hours to get home. 3 hours to Shanghai South Railway Station, 2 and a half hours to your own city, half an hour to home. She can hold her single mother who has been thinking about her for two weeks and comfort her...... Deep down, what is there that makes her unwilling to do this.

After thinking about it, trapped in the point of his mother, Wang Chengyou's call came in time.

Mo Yan was stunned and threw his problem to Wang Chengyou.

"Well, that's not a problem for me. I just turned down my mom to come and see me on the grounds that I was growing up and wanted to fly solo. You can also tell your mom bluntly that she is stronger than you think and understands you better than you think. You should encourage her to find her own life.

As for lovers and female friends, if the time is really inseparable, I suggest that you choose a female friend this time and compensate your lover with ten times the time in the future.

Prospective work partner? I think forget it. Don't you want to take the transfer exam? ”

Quietly adjusted the order of the word "quasi", which felt much more comfortable. Wang Chengyou showed a sly smile on the other end of the phone, he really didn't expect that the transfer student exam could also play a role in defeating his rival.

Wang Chengyou's words are like a lighthouse in the dark sailing, pointing out the direction to Mo Yan with reason and evidence, and it is the direction that meets her inner emotional needs.

It's just that rejecting the writer seems a little cruel.

But, since they all said no to their mothers, what can't they say to the writers.

Just do it, Mo Yan called Wenhao on the first phone: "I'm sorry, I'm too busy this weekend, so ...... I beg your pardon. Also, thank you for the wrong love of "Wheat Field" from your friend who has never met, I need to adapt to life in my freshman year, and I want to take the transfer exam, so I can't find time to work part-time, so I don't see your friend. ”

The writer is about to have a heart attack. Whining. Obviously a diamond president, he was determined to wait for a reply, and suddenly became a miserable man.

After getting the invitation of the writer, Mo Yan was full of enthusiasm and called Mo Jielian.

"Mom, make an appointment with your roommate this weekend to go to the place where you can buy clothes and shoes......

"Oh, okay, in that case, I'll ask someone to go to the mall too."

Hey, Mom, are you turning too fast? I'm a little incompetent.