On the surface of Dishui Lake, a vast artificial scenic spot, the sun casts golden waves. Wang Chengyou wears sunglasses and an orange life jacket with a white T-shirt exposed from the life jacket.

The arms exposed under the T-shirt are normal pale skin tones; The hand holding the handlebar of the jet ski shows a bit of strength.

As he drove past the seemingly calm but actually bumpy water, behind the jet ski, an objective white wave rolled out, and he looked very happy.

And Mo Yan, who was sitting on the back seat of the jet ski with his waist around his waist...... You can only bite your own clothes, so as not to scream and break your throat.

The thrill of a small yacht is completely incomparable to that of jet skiing. After a lap, Mo Yan felt that her skirt had been wet with a splash. No, it was a complete mistake to come out in a skirt today.

As far as the writer is concerned, Mo Yan's perception can be described as light, and the heart-wrenching feeling should be like this: Oh my God! Why didn't I ask Wang Chengyou if he was not there and broke in? Am I playing on the water as a little dad taking care of the two older children? Am I full and panicked?

The writer was indignant in his heart, and he had to squeeze out a smile on his face. Because Wang Chengyou showed a bright smile, took Mo Yan's hand, and walked over from the trestle.

The bright sun shone brightly on him.

He looked away from the two hands that were holding him together.

He is clearly a young talent, how can he give birth to the lament of "Maiga, I'm old"! Could it be that "youth" is a relative concept? For example, with the old antiques in his father's company, he is young; With Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan, who couldn't see a trace of wrinkles no matter how much they laughed, he became a little antique?

"Brother Hao, the jet ski is amazing! Why don't you feel it? ”

The writer glanced at his high-end silk and linen blended trousers with silver silk and handmade shoes made by the Italian handmade leather shoes that Mr. Tang loved...... This equipment is equipped with a supercar, not a motorcycle.

The equipment made him sit under a parasol with an expression of I love the sand and the sun.

"I'm a yacht in waters like Tahiti, the Adriatic in Croatia, Bali, etc., so I'm not interested in the lake."

"Brother Hao is a person who has seen the sea, and I am satisfied and unwilling to see the world when I stay in Yihong Lake."

Wenhao couldn't help frowning. This is the rhythm of words in words?! He was speechless to refute, so he had to laugh it off.

"I remember, Fudan University is in Yangpu District, far away from here, right?"

"It's a bit of a distance. However, the fresh air at Lingang makes the journey well worth the cost. ”

is cunning enough, it is clearly aimed at Mo Yan, what kind of fresh air by the sea! However, the writer could only silently swallow his inner dissatisfaction.

The ideal should be a beautiful day, but in fact, it is like a fish in the throat, and in Wang Chengyou's energetic troublemaking, it is finally coming to an end. After a hard day, I couldn't say more than ten words to Mo Yan, and the only thing I gained was to take a few group photos - or a group photo of the three of them, and when I went back, I got rid of the nasty ghost in the middle!

"Ah, nice day! By the way, Seungwoo, you're going back to school, right? I'll send you. Before leaving, at the gate of Jinqiao College, the writer who pretended to be very happy asked Wang Chengyou with a smile in a graceful manner.

"Nope. You go first. After Wang Chengyou finished speaking, he took Mo Yan in a false way, took her around and walked towards the school. How to say it, every time he sees a writer, he only cares about declaring sovereignty in tricks, and never thinks about his own image. Compared to sovereignty, the image is really not worth mentioning. That's probably what he thought.

Mo Yan didn't speak. She knew that Wang Chengyou had come by renting a car, so she naturally needed to drive back.

She just thought it seemed rude to turn away so impatiently. However, when I thought that it was more inappropriate to rely on it, I stopped thinking about it.

Accompanied Mo Yan back to the girls' dormitory where she lived and made a farewell call to King Kong, Wang Chengyou reluctantly said goodbye to Mo Yan downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

"Yan, I'll come back to see you next week."

"Okay, drive carefully on the road."

The words of farewell have been said, but Wang Chengyou still doesn't want to leave. The pairs of people downstairs in the girls' dormitory are grinding their ears and temples as an essential step for textbook lovers.

Wang Chengyou took a small step forward with the psychology of luck...... Mo Yan took a big step back faster than him.

"Chengyou, you said that you don't want to be a person who doesn't believe in your word."

When the head stick was drunk, Wang Chengyou had to calm himself down, and he smiled bitterly: "Okay." I'm leaving. ”

turned around, took a step, and turned back again, Mo Yan was still looking at him in place. "By the way," he said, "don't accept any gift from the opposite sex without a third person." ”

Mo Yan sneered and turned around first.

After a full day of play, it was over. She tried not to think about the writer, so as not to come to the conclusion that "today's miserable man".

In the dormitory, all three girls are ...... Oh no, four! That is—

"Mo Yan! You don't remember me? I'm Han Xiaoyu. You forget, that time King Kong took us to dinner, and I was still sitting next to you. ”

Mo Yan smiled: "I remember." I haven't seen you since I got to school. ”

There was no need for Mo Yan to ask, Han Xiaoyu chattered and said it herself.

She said that she studied English and finally survived the military training, so she had the heart to find a fellow countryman to play. She knocked on the door of 318 once yesterday, but unfortunately there was no one. Today, I was reluctant, but fortunately, I met Li Xinran in the bedroom, and I accidentally learned that Mo Yan's fellow was also there, and she was so surprised that she was reluctant to leave, for fear of missing Mo Yan, and she had to wait for a week.

Han Xiaoyu is as proactive and talkative as she remembers.

"Mo Yan, Mo Yan, the photo that was circulated in the school forum today is gladly said to be you, is it true?"

Mo Yan had a vague premonition that something bad was going to happen, and when he looked at the mobile phone handed over by Han Xiaoyu, he suddenly languished. Which title party, such a thunderous topic: The campus is shocked by the sky-high supercar, 2 handsome guys + 1 beauty, the one you know is here to break the news!!

Without waiting for Mo Yan's approval, Han Xiaoyu shouted again: "Dwarf oil, it's you, sunglasses are proof." ”

White-rimmed sunglasses hung right on her chest.

Sister Ma tilted her neck exaggeratedly, Jiang Xiaoxi covered her mouth in surprise, and Li Xinran was the calmest, she just pursed her lips and laughed softly: "I'll just say it, you still don't believe it, our Mo Yan is about to become a campus Internet celebrity." ”

Mo Yan covered her face with her hands: why did she realize it so late. Wang Chengyou, who was obviously overexcited today, had no last resort, and he must have thought of a plan to make her "famous" at the first glance of the writer's sports car.

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