Syllable.

The door was slammed shut by Lily.

Alas, the Americans, as expected, are blunt and unsubtle. It's not about sex, it's about slamming the door in anger.

Of course, sexually, the king is more willing to boil it down to the heartbeat between young boys and girls.

That's the result of charm.

And not by debauchery nature.

Lily returned to her room, looked in the mirror, recalled the word "no" that Wang Zhifeng said softly, and smiled faintly.

She is a cheerful person, and she can't wait for the next day, so she immediately finds her employer who privately entrusts her with a phone call and proposes to terminate the contract.

Be sure to terminate the contract, and she is even willing to pay compensation.

The employer contacted the person who placed the order, and after several communications, Lily insisted on refusing to double the pay on the grounds that "he is a person with a noble personality". The person who placed the order was helpless and did not ask for compensation, and this private contract was not settled.

For Wang Zhifeng, the sun on the second day is no different from the day before.

It wasn't until that night that he felt anything different.

Wang Chengyou went crazy and circled in front of him, and kept asking him, why hasn't Lily come back yet? Why haven't you come back yet? He remembered that in the morning, it seemed that in the morning, Lily had walked at least two hours earlier than usual.

He had a bad feeling that Lily wouldn't come back.

"Use your phone, call her."

It's almost a commanding tone.

Wang Chengyou was also crazy, and he was a little unscrupulous: "After I left last night, you didn't do anything irresponsible to others, right?" ”

Wang Zhifeng glared at him, took out his mobile phone, and almost smashed it on Wang Chengyou: "Take it!" Call! ”

"But I don't know Lily's phone number?" Wang Chengyou was helpless.

"I mean call your Mo Yan."

Wang Chengyou smiled. Took the phone and left.

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Sunday.

The second day of staying in a suburban villa.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the writer drove to a stop. He came to pick up Mo Jielian to go to work. By the way, get closer to Mo Yan.

Digging sand in the courtyard.

There's sand for her to dig into! It's just playing with mud. He took a miniature shovel and dug Mrs. Moon's lawn like a leper dog.

Mrs. Wen was very indulgent and looked at her with a smile.

It's just that her smile may not be as simple as Mo Jielian thinks, but she loves children.

The two mothers sat on the rattan chairs under the porch, watching from afar as they dug here and there in the morning sun. Yesterday's sister-in-law who shared hot towels was next to Xixi. Mrs. Wen sent Mo Yan to enjoy herself, so Mo Yan went to draw a sketch under the parasol on the top floor.

The writer parked his car and before he walked into the courtyard, Mo Yan found him on the top floor first.

She waved her hand at him, and he, as if in his heart, suddenly raised his head. Seeing her, he also smiled and waved his hand.

Today's Mo Yan tied his hair sideways, tied it loosely on his chest, and wore a yellow floral skirt, which was like a delicate flower.

Today, she is in an extraordinary good mood.

Yesterday's phone call from New York cleared all the gloom that covered her head. Her world has become bright and bright again. Looking at everything today, I am also positive.

Not long after, the writer came up from downstairs.

He brought a calm and steady aura, and when he came up, he didn't stare at Mo Yan, but slowly looked around left and right, and the feeling of calmness was quickly transmitted to Mo Yan. When he paced to Mo Yan's side, Mo Yan was unconsciously mentally prepared to wait for him to look at the painting.

"Hmm."

No flattery, not even praise. He just looked at it carefully and hummed softly.

Go around to the other side of the small white round table under the parasol, pour yourself a glass of orange juice, sit down comfortably, take a sip comfortably, and then say in a slightly lazy voice: "If you want to say the most beautiful scenery, it should be the way you paint." ”

Mo Yan was dumbfounded.

This praise is so full of praise and twists and turns, so meticulous that there is no room for her to be disgusted!

"The next time you draw, I'll draw you."

After speaking, Wenhao raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an elegant and brisk smile.

Mo Yan had no choice but to laugh.

"I'm downstairs."

"See. I'm about to turn over the lawn that my mother has cared for for more than half a year. ”

Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Do you regret it?"

"Cut," the writer smiled disdainfully, "the lawn is only worth a few dollars." It's hard to buy a thousand dollars......" Seeing Mo Yan's face change, he consciously swallowed the remaining words.

"I'll go to the city, do you have anything you want me to bring? Food? Drunk? Played? With? Wenhao took the initiative to filter out the little embarrassment just now, and asked Mo Yan calmly.

Mo Yan regained his smile and shook his head: "There is nothing lacking here. ”

Wenhao nodded with a smile: "I'll be there at about half past ten in the evening." If you don't have anything to buy, then I won't come back. ”

Mo Yan didn't answer. There is no way to pick it up. She could understand that the reason why he had to rush here at half past ten in the evening was to send Mo Jielian off work. And why is he so attentive to Mo Jielian? In the past, she could be attributed to his gentlemanly spirit. Now, she can't fool herself.

He was so attentive for her.

In this situation, this unbearable affection made Mo Yan a little stressed.

However, there was no way back for her.

You can quit your job, but you can't leave it alone.

Fortunately, the writer did not break the words. Her personal pressure is less.

"Mo Yan," Wenhao looked at his watch and stood up, it was about time to send his mother to work, "Promise me one thing, okay?" He stood, looking at her across a table, his eyes begging.

"Huh?" Mo Yan was a little nervous, afraid that he would make too many demands.

"Go back to work on Monday! If you're not feeling comfortable, wait until things settle before going to work. ”

Mo Yan raised his eyes to look at the writer, and did not avoid his gaze. She shook her head slowly, but with extreme determination.

"Isn't there room for manoeuvre?"

Mo Yan looked away and stopped looking at Wenhao.

"Why don't I introduce you to Zimeixuan as a cashier? Zi Mei Xuan, do you remember? Where I first met you. I don't go there very often, I go there about once a month, and if you want me to avoid suspicion, I will avoid this trip. All right? ”

Let Mo Yan go to the vast company to break into the sea, he is really not at ease.

The writer's eyes showed anxiety.

He can allow Wang Chengyou to exist, but it doesn't mean that any other cat or dog can participate.

"When you were working in Zimeixuan, I promised not to go once, isn't it okay?" The writer leaned down and propped his hands on the small round table. The tone was full of pleading.

"I'll think about it." Mo Yan replied softly.

It was a polite refusal for her.

Yu Wenhao, this is a new hope.

"Good! Then I'm gone. The writer simply left neatly, without even looking back.