Mo Yan was still holding a box of spicy fried rice cakes, and was suddenly pushed away by the writer, listening to the writer's tone, he was quite unhappy. She hadn't understood what had just happened.

"What's wrong?"

Wenhao wanted to complain, talking about his dissatisfaction with Wan Ting still looking at him with complicated eyes after marriage, but fortunately reason stopped him, this kind of slot vomiting can only make things worse, everyone is more embarrassed, it is better to rot in the stomach.

"I'm not glad that Huanting talked to you like that." The writer replied. This is indeed another reason for his dissatisfaction.

Mo Yan bumped Wenhao with his elbow: "You're too stingy, I don't think anything." ”

The writer slowed down: "You are stupid." ”

"Please. It's you stingy, okay. ”

"You're stupid."

"It's you who are stingy. You're stingy. ”

The writer suddenly laughed out loud, stopped, and carefully wiped the red soup from the corner of Mo Yan's mouth with his thumb. I wiped it once and didn't wipe it clean, so I wiped it a second time with another finger.

The hand moved carefully under the nose, and the air flow of breath flowed weakly through the skin of the hand, hot and itchy, which inexplicably made Wen Hao want to pinch her tender face vigorously.

After the first two seconds of silence, Mo Yan realized that something was wrong, and she raised her hand to tweet Wenhao.

She used a lot of force, symbolizing a certain resolute attitude on her part.

Unexpectedly, there was no resistance at all, and the writer immediately took a step back with her movements.

He still looked at her with a smile, like a big brother with a warm card.

Mo Yan immediately regretted his sensitivity. She pushed too hard, and the rice cake soup in the carton in her hand was rippling out. A small patch of chili color appeared on the white shirt in the writer's open padded jacket.

Mo Yan took out a pack of tissues from the bag on his slanted back and handed it to Wenhao.

Wenhao didn't care: "It's okay." ”

The pepper color is clearly expanding.

Mo Yan had no choice but to put the paper lunch box on the ground, pull one for himself, and help Wenhao wipe the clothes on his chest. The writer crossed his hands on his waist and looked down at Mo Yan.

If he can be reckless, he can take Mo Yan, who is 30 centimeters away, into his arms......

That's just "if", he is a person who only has "half a year", how can he be reckless.

Time is precious and cannot be wasted, and now, every step he takes is in the service of "consequences".

"Thank you." Wenhao said to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan squatted down, picked up the lunch box on the ground, and threw the paper towel that had wiped his clothes into the lunch box: "Thank you." Isn't it my own reckless misfortune? ”

Standing in the trunk of the car, using the body as a cover, the driver took pictures with his mobile phone and camera at the same time, with a smile of accomplishment on his face. If you talk about which one is stronger, the Korean uncle is called the second, and probably no one dares to call it the first.

Seeing Mo Yan and Wenhao walking towards him, the driver's uncle hurriedly put down his equipment, closed the trunk, and ran to the driver's seat.

Next, wait for Huanting and Shiyun to go to the hotel when they come back.

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Wang Chengyou, who woke up at nine o'clock in the evening, did not wait for any news from Mo Yan, but waited for the Wenhao's circle of friends to update.

Today's writer is obviously very excited, and he has updated 4 dynamics in a row. Zhang Zhang only has pictures, no text.

One is a cheesy red and green.

One is a half-cart snack full of fireworks.

One is a bar with ambiguous lights and crowds.

One is a splendid and cold restaurant.

Has this guy's WeChat been hacked?

Wang Chengyou changed an arm pillow and lay on the bed and flipped through his mobile phone.

Wait a minute!

sat up suddenly, and Wang Chengyou began to enlarge the pictures of the writer's circle of friends one by one.

In the photo of the tea grove, the shadows on the ground are two people. Why does the hairstyle look so much like Mo Yan's?

The one with half a cart of snacks...... It's conclusive, it's Mo Yan! The decorative ring of the little bee and the flower was still the one he picked out for Mo Yan when he died in Boyuan.

Thunderbolt in the clear sky! No, a black cloud floated from the ceiling of the bedroom, and the pouring rain poured Wang Chengyou cold.

She went to South Korea with Wenhao! Otherwise, why is it that the snacks in the car are all in Korean?

He was lying on the top bunk and was breathing, his body and mind were worried about her, but she went to a bright bar with Wenhao and ate a romantic meal at first glance?

What's next?

I had a splitting headache and didn't dare to think about it.

Wang Chengyou held his mobile phone and involuntarily dialed Wenhao's number. The phone came in faster than expected.

"Where are you?"

"Hotel ...... Why should I tell you? ”

Hotel! Hotel! They're in the hotel!

The vinegar intent of the flash flood made Wang Chengyou completely unable to control himself: "Bastard! What about Mo Yan? ”

She ...... Why do you ask me? ”

"Despicable! Shameless! The surname is Tang, if you dare to touch my Mo Yan, you are dead! ”

Wenhao sneered and hung up Wang Chengyou's phone.

Wang Chengyou was furious, and when he called again, his mobile phone was turned off.

"Smack." There is nowhere to vent his anger, and the mobile phone that happens to be in his hand has become an unlucky ghost.

The phone fell off the top bunk and fell to pieces on the tiled floor.

The other two outside the dormitory went to study at night, and only Zheng Shuguang turned on a small desk lamp and nestled in front of the desk. The moment Wang Chengyou sat up, he was looking up at him.

Suddenly saw Wang Chengyou smash the mobile phone down, he wanted to sprint over a hundred meters to pick it up, but unfortunately, he only moved the idea of picking it up, and the mobile phone was martyred.

"It's a few thousand dollars." Zheng Shuguang sighed, didn't dare to sigh, just slandered, "It's really a son." I want to get angry and smash the other party's phone. ”

Zheng Shuguang turned on the headlights in the bedroom, squatted on the ground to study the disintegration of the place, and suddenly, heard a suppressed cry.

No way? Lost love, was split on the legs, and cried?

Do you take men's dignity seriously?

Zheng Shuguang climbed up the stairs of Wang Chengyou's bed and saw that he was not only crying with his hands covering his face, but also crying quite effectively, and tears were flowing down his fingers.

The man has tears and doesn't flick, it seems that he is really sad.

Zheng Shuguang, who originally wanted to make a joke, honestly shut up.

Wang Chengyou cried for a full ten minutes before stopping.

"Your phone." He stretched out his hand towards Zheng Shuguang.

Zheng Shuguang, who had been watching curiously at the staircase of the bed, jumped away and covered his pocket.

"Bring it."

"Don't fall."

"Got it."

"If I fall, I'll lose the latest Huawei."

"Long-winded!"

Zheng Shuguang handed over the phone.

Wang Chengyou took Zheng Shuguang's mobile phone and dialed a number that he had never actively contacted.

"What about Mo Yan?" The phone was connected, and he asked.

"Didn't she tell you herself?" A girl's voice answered him. Hearing this, the girl pushed her chair as she answered. As you can imagine, she must have been answering the phone while looking for a convenient place to talk.

"What did she tell you?" Wang Chengyou avoided answering.

"She's on Jeju Island, South Korea. At noon, a man picked her up in a car. The other man paused.