Moyan petrification. Doubt yourself auditory hallucinations.

The lifted foot did not fall again, and the open mouth did not make a sound. The scene is awkwardly frozen.

Mo Yan didn't say anything. But her expression says it all.

The writer had no choice but to laugh awkwardly twice: "When I didn't say it." ”

Mo Yan grinned and cleared his throat: "What's wrong with you?" Have you been urged to marry by your parents again? ”

"Sort of. That's a long enough time. Better a finger off than always aching. Mo Yan, let's go on a trip, right? The writer thoughtfully, took his eyes off Mo Yan and looked aimlessly into the distance.

"Okay, you tell me the detailed date in advance."

Mo Yan, who promised "good" in his mouth, was actually not sure in his heart. However, since she personally promised to travel with her, she should fulfill her promise.

The writer who got Mo Yan's approval turned around and was about to leave.

"Aren't you going to eat together?"

"No, I'll go first...... I'll decide on a specific itinerary in about a day or two. Go to an island. So, it should be right to have free time to pack your clothes for your summer vacation. ”

There has never been a time when a writer has left so neatly as this one.

Looking at the back of Wenhao leaving, Mo Yan felt a little flustered. I always feel that there is something wrong with today's writers, but I can't say what's wrong.

Thinking about it carefully, Wenhao has always been very busy, maybe he does have important things to do, so he can only meet her like this. Maybe he just happened to be in a meeting at school and met her by the way!

After thinking about it like this, Mo Yan felt a lot more at ease.

As for going on vacation to an island alone with the writer, Mo Yan has no psychological burden.

She is single, and the writer is also single, and they have no ambiguous sparks. The so-called vacation together is just a matter of her accompanying Wenhao.

If she and Wang Chengyou have the possibility of rebuilding the old relationship, she needs to avoid suspicion.

Since she asked Wang Chengyou to explain several times, Wang Chengyou turned a deaf ear, so she had to run wild on the road to be single for a while!

All in all, a single woman who is financially independent in the new era has the right to allocate her time.

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Bidding farewell to Mo Yan, the writer drove back to his hometown non-stop.

In my stomach, I haven't experienced hunger for a long time. A slight feeling of hunger makes people more awake.

The writer reminisced while driving.

From a young age in memory, he was praised as a "generous" child.

For a long time, he also thought that he was very "generous", until one day, he realized that the so-called "generous" was only because he didn't care. For the things he cares about, he has always preferred to be broken rather than give it to others.

Those who are tormented by obsession on TV shout like crazy "What I can't get, no one can think of it", which is also his heart.

It's just that he's not like them, acting hysterical.

It took more than six hours to go back and forth, and I didn't say more than six sentences to Mo Yan.

Such crazy actions made the writer fascinated and secretly proud.

I'm afraid this is the last stupid thing he did in his life.

Before he got off the highway, he received a call from his father, Mr. Tang, and his mother inviting him to dinner, but he politely declined.

Drive straight into the parking garage of the community where your house is located in one go. Park your car and take the elevator upstairs. This suite, when Mo Yan was interning in his company, he also brought her here. In the refrigerator room, there is still Häagen-Dazs, which Mo Yan had eaten half of before.

Pinching his fingers, four and a half years are like a white horse.

Häagen-Dazs cartons are dry and clean, as good as new, except that the ice cream inside has been severely dehydrated, becoming dry and cracked.

The writer never touches it. Take it out and lick it, it's too perverted. For reasons that are difficult to explain, he just didn't throw it away. Let it sit quietly and exclusively on one floor in a corner of the freezer compartment of the refrigerator.

When he got home, the first thing he did was call his secretary. Ask the secretary to make a small island vacation arrangement as soon as possible.

"Just Tahiti. Give it to me within 1 hour. ”

Take a shower and wash away the tiredness of your body. Taking out the fresh salad that Aunt Tuo bought from the refrigerator, thinking about the trip to Tahiti that would take place in a day or two, the writer became excited.

He turned on the stereo, played his favorite music from the last time, and reclined on the couch with his favorite red wine in his hand.

The red wine is crisp and mellow.

The writer adjusted his lying position and squinted comfortably to think about his thoughts.

What is the significance of a three-day or two-day tour?

The answer is close at hand.

Generous or not, reappear in mind.

The reason why he drove tirelessly for 6 hours to see Mo Yan was to ask them one last time about the possibility of falling in love and getting married. Only when he was explicitly rejected could he justifiably ......

A sun-drenched tropical island.

Blue sky and blue sea.

The sea is blue.

Beautiful tropical fish, visible to the naked eye.

The long-awaited vacation has finally arrived.

For the sake of this intimate hotel, they even changed their destination to an unknown island instead of Tahiti. The hotel was built on a shallow beach, and the sea water was brought indoors, disrupting the boundary between indoor and outdoor, resulting in a sea inside the house and a private courtyard in the sea.

For Mo Yan, the experience was dreamy.

For the writer, this layout is exactly what he wants.

In an environment where privacy is paramount, a bottle of wine that is old is best suited. It is not limited to red and white wines, foreign wines or national wines.

A bottle of red wine that had been awakened for half an hour was selected by the writer, taken out of the ice bucket, and poured into a tall crystal glass. The burgundy stirred color quickly calmed down. Shook it, sniffed it, and the intoxicating aroma of wine immediately diffused on the tip of his nose.

Looking back at Mo Yan, who was sitting on the flamingo swimming ring in a swimsuit behind him, the writer felt that he was not drunk and everyone was drunk.

Holding two cups of ruby beauty, the writer walked towards the flamingo.

The water is up to your ankles, and the lost fish are frolicking next to your feet.

Traveling to knee-high height, the writer came to Mo Yan's side.

Mo Yan took the wine glass and drank it all. Xu is scorching sun evaporated too much water from her body, and her throat felt slightly dry.

A slight swallowing sound sounded in the writer's ears. Goo. Goo. The drink ran down his throat, and the graceful curve of his neck trembled slightly.

His gaze crept down his neck.

There are not many undulations in the curve. Coincidentally, in the past two years, he has become more and more fond of jerky and subtle beauty.

Mo Yan handed him the finished wine glass, and he turned around and walked towards the shore.

The sea is howling. I see gentleness, but not strength.

Wenhao put the empty cup in his hand on the coffee table, turned around, supported the table with his arm, and looked at Mo Yan in the water.