Who should I go with?

Which car should I get into?

The problem of the century is in front of Mo Yan.

Click.

Click.

The clock began to beat relentlessly in everyone's head.

Three seconds later, the writer couldn't bear it at first, and quietly glanced at Mr. Fan.

I saw Mr. Fan snorting, hahaha laughing, rubbing Mo Yan's face, kissing the left and the right, regardless of the two men waiting for Mo Yan's answer, hooked Mo Yan's shoulder and walked into the rain: "Go, you must follow me!" Happy today, let's go! ”

Ignoring the drizzle overhead, Mo Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and let Mr. Fan take him away.

Wang Chengyou smiled and leaned towards Wenhao: "I saw you make your eyes color." ”

Wenhao: "So? ”

Wang Chengyou: "So you're afraid that Mo Yan will go with me." I win! You lose! ”

"Childish!" The writer straightened his tie and left proudly.

The two of them stood close together, their voices low, and the others were in excitement, but they didn't attract any special attention to them.

Wang Chengyou is so proud. He took out his mobile phone and called Zheng Shuguang: "Shuguang, you can come and pick me up." ”

"Call Senior Brother!"

"Second Senior Brother."

……

Mr. Fan was driving and suddenly received a text message. After glancing at the text message, his eyes purred, he slapped his forehead, turned his head to Mo Yan and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, there is something at home, I have to put you down and go home to fight the fire." ”

Mo Yan was a little surprised, but he didn't care, and said that he was busy with family affairs, so he was ready to get out of the car.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and Mo Yan waved goodbye to Mr. Fan.

Standing in the middle of Zhongyi Road, Mo Yan began to regret that he had agreed too quickly.

This one-way street is a small road, and the chance of passing a taxi is too small. Mo Yan looked at both ends, thinking about whether to walk to the end of the road or call Didi to take a taxi at will.

A black car slowly pulled up beside her.

The window glass fell, and Wenhao's handsome face was revealed: "Why are you here?" ”

Mo Yan was pleasantly surprised: "Why are you here?" ”

Wenhao smiled: "This is an excellent way for me to take a shortcut back to the hotel." ”

"Coincidentally, Mr. Fan had something at home temporarily, so he put me on the side of the road."

A gust of wind blew while speaking, and the raindrops the size of beans fell loosely, and seeing that there was another torrential rain, Wenhao said: "Get in the car quickly." ”

Mo Yan didn't expect this to be a premeditated collusion, and happily got into the car.

After getting into the car, the writer who was also in the back seat conjured a handkerchief out of nowhere, and carefully wiped Mo Yan's hair and shoulders. Mo Yan's expression turned to embarrassment, and his eyes swept to the driver.

The writer straightened Mo Yan's face and asked her to face him.

This kind of action had never been done before, and Mo Yan couldn't help but increase his heartbeat. Not excited, but surprised.

"Mo Yan, I need to know what's going on in your heart?"

Mo Yan's furry eyes looked at the writer who was close at hand, and gradually became serious: "Let's find a place to sit down and talk." ”

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them walked into a nearby coffee shop.

Due to the typhoon, the café was empty of customers.

Two cups of coffee, one plate of cake. The two of them took their seats in the window seats.

Slow songs, high stools, small round tables, dripping glass, and pouring rain seem to be just the right time to appeal to the heart...... Of course, Mo Yan has no intention to sue.

Mo Yan looked at Wenhao like a big brother with a warm card. In her consistent impression, the writer is warm, reliable, tolerant, open-minded, and reasonable.

Mo Yan has such an impression, which is also the result of the writer's unremitting efforts and long-term operation.

At that moment, Mo Yan faced his eldest brother and began to pour out the heavy pressure in his heart: "Wenhao, I ...... Still in love with him. ”

"Boom-"

The world of writers is like being dropped an atomic bomb.

"Is there a 'but'?" The writer interrupted Mo Yan.

"Huh?"

"No?"

"......" Mo Yan gradually straightened his back, moving away from the writer little by little. Such a writer, such an expression, and such a gaze suddenly made her a little unfamiliar.

"Didn't get it, or didn't you have a 'but'?" The writer asked. The voice is not high, but it is full of anxiety.

The writer's reaction surprised Mo Yan, but it also made Mo Yan suddenly realize something. Long pain is better than short pain, since he opened his mouth, he simply said clearly: "In the matter of still loving Wang Chengyou, there is no 'but'." ”

Wenhao covered his eyes with his hands in a hurry, and although his face was hidden under his hands, it looked even more painful: "You decided to be with him?" ”

Surprise and remorse appeared on Mo Yan's face in turn. She now officially confirms that the writer loves him more than she thought.

Seeing Wenhao like this, she tried to break Wenhao's hand: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you cared so much, I didn't know you ......" Mo Yan couldn't go on.

The origin of the emotional entanglement between the two is that the writer said that he borrowed her as his girlfriend to block the mouth of his family; Later, when her aunt fell ill and her mother accompanied the doctor, she gradually got used to his care.

But between them, there has never been an intimate behavior of lovers, and she also made it clear that she can't let go of Wang Chengyou in her heart.

She knew that there was an ambiguity between her and the writer, and she had quietly thought in her heart that she would simply push the boat down the river and fall in love with the writer.

She is not a fairy, where would she know that when she sees Wang Chengyou again, she will have a reversal of heart like "even if you can't be with Wang Chengyou, you will never fall in love with someone who knows Wang Chengyou".

It wasn't in her plans!

The writer grabbed Mo Yan's hand with his backhand and put it on his face.

Wet tears snaked across the back of Mo Yan's hand, Mo Yan gave up explaining, quietly accompanied the writer, and waited for the writer to calm down.

I don't know how long time has passed, and the writer has finally calmed down.

He took a tissue, pressed it around his eyes, and said apologetically to Mo Yan: "Let you see and laugh." ”

"I'm sorry." Mo Yan sincerely apologized.

"You don't have to say 'I'm sorry', you didn't miss anything. It's because I didn't control myself well, and I unconsciously used too much affection. ”

Mo Yan didn't know what to say or what to say.

"I remember begging you to be my girlfriend half a year ago, and I opened my mouth because I found out I was in love with you. You told me that you couldn't let go of Wang Chengyou in your heart. I said I can wait, and you will make a decision when Wang Chengyou returns.

At that time, and even before that, I always thought that the two of you were in different environments and experiences in the past two years, and there was no contact for two years, and there must be a gap when we meet again.

I never thought that after going through so much, even if he didn't contact you for two years, you would still love him.

You've never done anything that misled me, it's my wishful thinking; You never asked me to wait, I wanted to wait.

I had an emotional breakdown, not because you told me that you still loved Wang Chengyou, but because it was too different from my own expectations. Don't blame yourself either. I didn't scare you, did I? ”

Thinking that after Wenhao cleaned up his emotions, he came to comfort her for the first time, and Mo Yan's heart warmed.

Mo Yan's sense of security when facing the writer has returned.

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