The writer wore a dark coat, held a large handbag with a low-key design in one hand, and held the phone to his ear with the other. He was on the phone, and suddenly, Yu Guang found a figure.

Under the cover of the dark red leaves of the maple tree, Wenhao took a closer look, and it was indeed Mo Yan's mother. took two steps back and saw that opposite her mother, it was not Mo Yan who was sitting.

So, my heart slowed down again.

"Hello? Feed? The person on the other end of the line asked.

He came back to his senses, but he couldn't remember where he had just said half of what he had just said.

A young man came out of the restaurant with the phone, and saw the writer standing alone and dumbfounded on the porch, so he smiled and waved to him, hung up the phone in his hand and shouted: "I said, why don't you be silent halfway through the conversation, it turns out that the person has arrived." What a daze, come in, it's cold outside! ”

The writer didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed.

This young man was the one who laughed on the phone that day, and the aftermath lingered, and it is still small and even.

Shi Yun keenly caught his unhappiness, strode forward and said, "Look, didn't I set up a banquet today to make amends." I called Xiao Si and Ah Xun out, you don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, you should forgive me once, right? ”

Wenhao snorted and said, "You slippery head, don't form a group to laugh at me!" ”

Shi Yun was not careful, revealing a look of incredulity.

The writer mistakenly thought that it meant "how dare you dare".

followed Shiyun and entered a private room. took the opposite path, but he would not pass in front of Mo Yan's mother.

There were already two men and two women sitting in the private room, and when they saw the writer come in, they all turned their heads to greet him.

Shi Yun carefully closed the door of the private room behind the writer.

"Tang Sheng, you tell me that there has never been an urgent production of a menu, this matter of naughty pit people!" A delicate girl stood up and shouted in a negative voice.

The writer's gaze swept towards Fa Xiao Shiyun. Where did Shiyun dare to look at him, he only stuffed his head with vegetables.

"They said you had a crush on a little girl who was a junior high school student. You don't care about them, just let them talk nonsense. ”

Wenhao thought that if he denied it, if he brought Mo Yan out one day, he would fall into the handle again. simply half-truths, people also laughed: "It's really nonsense." ”

The delicate girl's face was full of joy, and she simply let out light.

The writer sat down, poured wine, took a sip, and said clearly: "It's a high school student." ”

The delicate girl's face changed greatly: "Really, really has such a thing?" ”

"Poof."

The hair boys laughed and sprayed wine, and hurriedly found paper to remove the wine in their hands. Shi Yun wiped his hands and turned his head to the girl: "Wan Ting, you don't believe me, look, he admitted it himself, I didn't lie to you." ”

Shi Yun pulled Wanting and wanted her to sit down.

Wan Ting shook her hand violently, and her gaze poked at Wenhao like uncontrollable: "Why? Why! ”

The writer was a little impatient: "What why? ”

"Why would you rather have an unrelated stranger, and would rather stay with those filthy remnants than give me a chance?"

Xiao Si, Ah Xun pretended to cough, and Shi Yun also covered his eyes with his hand.

The writer looked at Wan Ting: "I told you that it is not suitable between us." Plus, my life doesn't have to be defined by you. Whether it's a stranger, or the so-called broken flowers and willows, you have no right to evaluate. ”

"I haven't tried it, how do you know it's not suitable?"

"I know it's not suitable, so it's a fool to try."

"Nope! If you don't try, don't hit the south wall, I'm not reconciled! ”

"Whether you are willing or not, what does it matter to me."

Wan Ting's tears burst out.

The writer didn't even have the slightest irritability, and continued to take a sip of wine: "Huanting, look at them, they're tired of our conversations for a long time, right?"

In practice again and again, I have perfected this part of me more and more ruthlessly, why haven't you woken up? I don't have feelings for you, you've never been on my list of wives to be a wife. ”

Wan Ting is really sad this time. She stubbornly refused to sit down, and she refused to stop crying.

The writer has no pity for the jade, and he does not intend to persuade him when he looks at the posture.

Shi Yun couldn't stand it anymore: "Grandma, sit down." 10cm stiletto heels, beware of knee pain at night! ”

"Don't sit! What is the pain! I'm clean when I'm dead! Save yourself from being tired! ”

The writer placed the wine glass on the table, and the amber wine in the glass rippled out a line of water. He grimaced, stood up, grabbed his handbag, and walked away. As he walked, he threw down a sentence: "I'm tired today, too." Goodbye. ”

Several people got up to chase after them, but Wan Ting picked up the wine glass and fell to the ground, and the people who went to chase were so shocked that they turned back.

"One by one, you persuaded me to take his words seriously, why didn't you take it seriously? Didn't people say they were tired and said they would say goodbye? ”

Wan Ting's tears almost wet half of her face, she held her chin high, her voice was poignant, and her eyes flashed with hatred.

Shiyun and the others were secretly frightened, and the other two girls were also frightened. Everyone has the time to digest it, and the writer has long gone away.

was so provoked by Wan Ting, the writer re-examined Mo Yan in his heart.

Before, Mo Yan was to him, and he was the love of men and women in the mortal world. It's nothing more than hunting. Glamorous, want to be more glamorous. Meet.

At the moment, he had changed his mind a little.

That's what he thought. Today's girls are more capable than the other, and each one is more unbearable than the other. It's Mo Yan, because of his young age, he hasn't been "complicated" yet.

He can intervene as soon as possible, slowly cultivate, and cultivate a girl he can accept, and marry her.

Raising a wife and falling in love are two completely different things. Material things aside, the time, energy, and sincerity spent in it are not the same.

The writer himself is not sure how much it is possible to realize his plan to raise a wife.

It's not that he's not sure of Mo Yan's attitude, he has a little confidence, thinking that as long as he flirts, Mo Yan will definitely be difficult to parry, so he can only nod.

What he wasn't sure of was himself.

Is he really willing to get married?

For the rest of your life, loyal to only one woman?

At the end of a busy day, just walking to a place to live?

Day in and day out, facing only one face?

In order to clarify this premise, he decided to give himself half a year.

Half a year later, Mo Yan was almost finished the college entrance examination, and he was already an adult, no matter what conclusion he came to at that time, he would not delay anything.

With such a train of thought, the writer also pressed the idea of finding an opportunity to get close to Mo Yan.

Mo Jielian got her wish and got a referral fee of 5,000 yuan from a friend who was a fan of money.

"You know, the reason why I transferred a tenth of the 50,000 yuan of service fee to you is entirely because I overheard that you lost your wallet.

I love money, but I also hope that the people I know have a smooth and happy life, and I hope that the money I give you will make you a little happier. "Money-loving friend, Yan Song, said with rare seriousness.

Of course, Mo Jielian was more than a little happy.

She decided to take the 5,000 yuan out of the card, cheer up, and make sure that nothing was lost and brought home, even if it was covered in her chest.