Mo Yan is puffing up, puffing up. But in 2 minutes, it turned into a smile, a smile. Although that smile can't be faker anymore.

"Thank you."

In memory, this was the second time she waived her surname and called his name directly. provoked him to look left and right quickly, wondering if the king wind had landed in the air. However, none.

"I'll get you something."

"No, no, no, no."

"Are you thirsty, and I'll buy you water?"

"I'm not thirsty, I'm not thirsty, I barely finished the drink when I ate hot pot."

After speaking, he stood obediently beside Mo Yan. For a moment, the two stared at each other.

Mo Yan was helpless, covering his face with both hands, revealing his fingers: "I'm lost." I don't know where to go. ”

Wang Chengyou held back a smile, he had already seen it. It was evident as early as when she walked forward in a puff, turned left after 10 seconds, then turned left, and turned left again. When she smirked and called him "Chengyou", she was even more sure of eight or nine points.

"Poof."

A long-lost "spacebar".

Mo Yan lowered his hand, revealing his pursed mouth. She didn't know that the dissatisfaction on her face was all sweetness and coquettishness.

"Hold me by the corner of my clothes. Come with me. Wang Chengyou said mischievously.

The two men folded back, and as soon as they turned around, they encountered a dark horse. To be precise, it's a handsome guy with a black face.

"Mo Yan?" The other party's gaze crossed Wang Chengyou and looked directly at Mo Yan behind Wang Chengyou.

"Huh......" Mo Yan looked surprised. However, he pointed his finger and pointed for a long time, but he didn't say the name that he was grateful for countless times. The name was obviously on her lips, and she was stunned and completely forgotten it for the time being.

The writer's face darkened.

"I'm Brother Hao." He's got bad taste.

"Writer!" Mo Yanying's eyes flashed, but she shouted out her full name, and then added, "Mr. Wen! ”

The writer's face is simply black, and the bottom of the century-old pot is at a new height. Why is he a "Mr. Wen" who has nothing to do with it and everyone has no special "Mr. Wen"?

"Hello, Mr. Wen, I am Mo Yan's friend Wang Chengyou." Wang Chengyou felt the need to brake the car for Mo Yan's enthusiasm, so he stretched out his hand in the air.

The writer didn't even give Wang Chengyou a hint of a look, and faced Mo Yan directly: "It's so late......" As soon as the words came out, he chuckled in his heart, and stopped the second half of the sentence "Why haven't you gone home yet" in time, and switched bluntly, "The weather forecast says that it will rain heavily after 7 o'clock in the evening." ”

Mo Yan didn't notice the words in his words, and simply continued: "Oh, no wonder it's so dark. ”

"We're just leaving. Mo Yan, let's hurry up, we can get home before the rain. The left sentence "we", the right sentence "we", Wang Chengyou really put a lot of effort into arranging the position. Every cell in his body is shouting - I'm close to her! Closer than you!

"Goodbye, Mr. Wen." Mo Yan said stupidly.

Writer: "......"

Really, why didn't he come out of the office of his peers to negotiate business sooner or later, and he had to be aggrieved to see this heart-wrenching scene!

Wang Chengyou hugged the two bouquets of flowers in the crook of his arm carrying the shopping bag, freed up an empty hand, and stretched out to Mo Yan: "Quick, there are many people in front, I will hold you, so you don't have to get lost." ”

Mo Yan was reluctant to hold hands, but Wang Chengyou's words were extremely inflammatory, just as she hesitated and glanced at Wang Chengyou's clothes, Mr. Wen behind him spoke: "Mo Yan, take my car, I'll send you...... Let's go back. ”

Wenhao understood the position of his rival at the first glance of a young boy, but how old is he and knows that "generosity" is the true color of a man.

Mo Yan happily turned around.

Wang Chengyou opened his mouth wide and couldn't make a sound. Really, this account is on the purple-haired boy! If it weren't for him, would Brother Zhang not be there? If Brother Zhang is here, will the man on the other side say "take my car"?

Let him be angry and not hitchhike...... That's impossible.

Wang Chengyou immediately followed with a sluggish approach, and at the same time leaned into Mo Yan's ear, but did not lower his voice: "You have known each other for a long time?" Why haven't I heard you say that? ”

Mo Yan glanced at him reproachfully: "It's a long story, I'll tell you later." ”

Wenhao's car is parked in the above-ground parking lot not far from the commercial mall.

The car is a white car with no special appearance and no recognizable logo.

"Yo, Denza." Wang Chengyou patted the car body, feeling like patting the horse's back.

Wenhao smiled indifferently: "Like it?" You might as well sit in the front and take a good look. ”

At this moment, the writer's mood slowly sank. He's not a hairy guy anymore, and it's not more than enough to deal with a hairy guy! For example, at present, since Wang Chengyou knows this niche car brand, he should be a car enthusiast, and he should not be able to refuse the temptation of his invitation.

He stood tall and tall, smiled slightly, and with the confidence to control the rhythm of the scene, he opened the door of the car seat in the back row, looked for Mo Yan, and asked her to get into the car. However, Baba huddled beside him was Wang Chengyou, who was holding a bunch of messy things. "I'm afraid that your trunk will be dirty, so I'll put things back."

Writer: "......"

On second thought: I can't be angry! Can't have a seizure! If you lower your downline and ridicule each other, you won't be able to show your graceful demeanor as an adult man!

Thinking about it again, put things in the back seat, put them in the back seat, so that there are so many things piled up in the back seat, Wang Chengyou has to sit in the front even more. So he smiled generously and closed the car door.

It's just that he didn't have time to go around from the front of the car to the other side of the car to help Mo Yan open the door, but he saw Wang Chengyou pulling Mo Yan, quickly going around from the back of the car to the other side of the car, opening the car door, pushing Mo Yan to sit in, and then he also sat down. Well, all in one go.

The writer didn't go around the front of the car, took two steps back, and opened the driver's door. He still had to work hard to continue smiling: "What, don't you sit in front and watch?" ”

"Forget it!" Wang Chengyou waved his big hand for a while, and rested his head on the arm bent behind his head, "Go home and see my dad's Tesla Model S." He spoke casually and indifferently, as if he was not talking about dozens or even millions of cars, but about high-precision pictures of cars for 30 yuan or 50 yuan.

Mo Yan was not too surprised by Wang Chengyou's seemingly unintentional "showing off his wealth". She had used up all her surprise as early as the first time she went to Wang Chengyou's house.

The writer inevitably looked at Wang Chengyou twice, and snorted coldly in his heart. Rich second generation. Scold.

The writer lifted the door. The electric car starts silently. He skillfully played the steering wheel, drove out of the parking lot in a sophisticated manner, and his personable and handsome face added another layer of gold to his own elite temperament.

"Compared to the Tesla Model S, my Denza 500 is very close to the people. Open casually in the city, the cost performance of DENZA 500 is still good. Whether it is the interior, or the engine technology, it can stand at the same height as Mercedes-Benz. ”

The writer is as calm as an old friend. There was even a hint of pleasure in his tone. Like Mo Yan, a novice in the love field, he definitely can't see the shadow of the writer's jealousy, and even Wang Chengyou, who is extremely sensitive to all the men who are close to Mo Yan, unconsciously relaxed his vigilance and really talked to the writer.

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