Hearing her daughter say that she was a "classmate", Mo Jielian's emotion called "betrayal" suddenly decreased, and she relaxed and fell asleep peacefully.

Mo Yan's sleepiness returned in her mother's long silence and even the slight snoring.

At half past seven the next day, Yan Song came from the urban village to make breakfast. The stepfather did his job, which is very authentic.

At half past eight, the writer was already waiting downstairs.

Because it is a long distance, the highway between cities has to drive for more than two hours, and Wenhao asked a driver to accompany him.

At 8:50, under the escort of his stepfather and mother, Mo Yan went downstairs.

When I got out of the building, I saw a writer facing the car and his back to the building, standing tall in the morning light, with one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in the other. Thin smoke spread from his face, giving rise to a sense of loneliness.

At that moment, Mo Yan suddenly moved his mind, should he introduce Li Xinran to him?

Such a good man deserves a good partner.

Just think about it carefully, Li Xinran is arrogant and snobbish, but he is afraid that he will not be able to hide the sharp eyes of the writer, and he is destined to be ridiculed and teased by him like other blind dates.

Mo Yan secretly made up her mind to quietly find a simple, friendly, love-minded, and cute girl who was willing to be a bird for the writer in the school.

"Writer." With his mind decided, Mo Yan spoke briskly.

Wenhao turned around and nodded at Mo Yan. Extinguished the cigarette in his hand, walked over hurriedly, took the suitcase in Mo Yan's stepfather's hand with a smile, and put it in the trunk of the car.

Sitting in the car, after waving goodbye to his mother and stepfather for the last time, the driver slowly drove the car out of the community.

At the gate of the community, when the line was about to turn and merge into the main road, Mo Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of two familiar and unfamiliar faces. At that moment, she couldn't help but grasp the corner of her skirt tightly into her hand.

What she saw was Bai Xiaobai, who was almost forgotten by her own father and stepmother. Look at them sneakily and looking around, as if they are looking for someone.

Could it be that I heard from some source that their mother and daughter live in a high-end community and want to build a relationship? Mo Yan fell into uneasiness.

Everything was a thought in the first place, and by the time Mo Yan made it clear that he was worried about his mother, the car had already driven far away.

Seeing that she kept looking back, the writer asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

"I seem to see my own father and stepmother."

Wenhao confirmed that this group of "Dad", "Mom", "Parent", and "Queen" was different from the previous group, and couldn't help touching Mo Yan's head lovingly: "We really pity each other." ”

Mo Yan gave Wenhao a limited edition exclusive white eye, thinking that Mrs. Wen didn't find you a stepfather, and besides, your relationship with your stepmother is too harmonious, right?

After thinking about it, Xixi's mother has no ambition, and there is no conflict of interest between her and the writer, of course, it is harmonious.

It's like her own father and stepmother, who want to eat meat and drink blood from their mother and daughter every time. If her own parents can maintain their conscience, she can also face them kindly.

So, the root of sin is greed and dissatisfaction.

With such complex human feelings, she was embarrassed to post it in front of the writer, for fear of being ridiculed and ridiculed by him.

He talked about the strange blind date he met, which brought Mo Yan a laugh, and it also made Mo Yan a little jealous of his observation and poisonous tongue.

How did Mo Yan know that the feelings she should really have should not be jealousy, but awe. She should be in awe of the imagination and expressiveness of the writer.

Soon the car was elevated, the windows were well sealed, and the chassis was heavy, resulting in a very stable car. Mo Yan and Wenhao, who were sitting in the back row, began to discuss the high-quality manuscripts selected in the first stage. The writer flipped through the tablet and showed it to Mo Yan.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Mo Yan is not an expert, she is only a person who has stepped into the threshold with one foot. Fortunately, there are senior industry masters and writers to explain, and after more than two hours all the way, it feels like a hanging, and the professional drawing review ability has soared.

"You are a little late in this call for papers, and your practical experience is limited, so I don't think it is very likely that you will win the award. I have a new proposal, there are a lot of old bungalows in Shanghai, we are in contact with the district government, and we want to do the renovation of the old bungalows, will you participate in it then? ”

What else is Mo Yan to say? The old bungalow in Shanghai itself is a charming existence, and it is an honor for many people to be able to participate in it.

"Will I meet Qingfeng's old colleagues?"

"It's unlikely, it's a waste of time to start work in a different place, so we set up a new studio in Shanghai, and we are looking for people who have work experience in Shanghai.

Qingfeng's colleagues are more familiar with the local culture, have a natural advantage in doing local business, and have already broken out of reputation, and are not ready to move their personnel structure at present. However, if you have someone you want to work with, I can transfer him. ”

For this kind of obvious care, Mo Yan has become so accustomed to no longer thinking about it and being honestly afraid. She shook her head at Wenhao and said, "I'm just asking casually, you don't have to do anything special for me." ”

Wen Hao pursed his lips and smiled.

He wanted to say that opening a studio in Shanghai, spending resources to connect with the district government, and only making fame and not making money to renovate old bungalows is actually for Mo Yan.

"Our store" can't be opened, but he can open "our company".

At this point in the story, you may have understood that the writer's so-called plan to pry the relationship between Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou is to use Mo Yan's self-motivation to keep Mo Yan more by his side and pry Wang Chengyou's trust in Mo Yan.

A simple child like Mo Yan is simple, which is the biggest point he can use.

When he arrived in Shanghai, of course, the writer would not send Mo Yan to her school as soon as possible.

Using high-sounding reasons, the writer took Mo Yan to listen to the internal report meeting of the draft stage, had an exquisite French dinner together at noon, thought of a reason in the afternoon, and implored Mo Yan to help him buy some autumn clothes with the aesthetics of an art student.

Mo Yan, who felt a lot of care along the way, was very happy to give back to the writer as much as he could.

In this way, when Mo Yan was finally sent to her school by Wenhao, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening.

At more than seven o'clock at the end of August, the sky was sensitive, and it was the most ambiguous time.

When Mo Yan and Wenhao appeared side by side in Wang Chengyou's field of vision, Mo Yan and Wenhao stared at each other, talking and laughing, which deeply stung Wang Chengyou.

Since getting rid of his parents this morning, he has been running to Jinqiao Academy non-stop, staying downstairs in Mo Yan's bedroom to surprise Mo Yan who arrived at the school today, and Wang Chengyou, who has been guarding all day.

No longer weighing the pros and cons, no longer calm and restrained, Wang Chengyou rushed forward, grabbed the placket of the writer's shirt and was about to swing his fist.