Because the two people who accompanied him wanted Mo Yan to be happy, this simple meal was extremely happy, whether it was Wang Chengyou or Wenhao, they all had witty words, and Mo Yan was missing the important task of the exam that was pressing on his heart, and it was very conducted.

It's obviously a simple meal, but it gives you the satisfaction of being full of wine and food.

After the simple meal, Wang Chengyou affectionately and without losing measure, he pulled Mo Yan's shoulder-length hair with his hand: "Where did you cut it, let's repair it again." ”

"How?" Mo Yan looked over, and his eyes had recovered a lot.

"It's not that I think it's ugly, it's that it's ugly." Wang Chengyou said without fear of death.

The writer looked at them with a smile, and most of his eyes fell on Mo Yan.

Mo Yan stretched his waist, and the arm wrapped in puff sleeves was slender and white, giving birth to a sense of fragility that would break if he was forced. The gaze of the writer was startled by the height of the bulge on his chest, and he was obviously such a thin person...... His thoughts were about to fly, and he quickly pulled back vigilantly, and the two people in front of him had reached a consensus on hair.

"Hey, let's go cut our hair, you have to go beforehand." Wang Chengyou said. Manners seemed like a burden to him.

The writer stood up slowly: "Goodbye, Xiao Yan." ”

Wang Chengyou wanted to shout, "Xiao Yan" is also what you call casually, but after thinking about it, it seems that in the city of his hometown, many people call young people, and they love to remove their surnames and add the word "Xiao" in front of their names, that is, he, "Mo Yan Mo Yan" shouted smoothly in high school.

Wang Chengyou glared at Wenhao stupidly.

After the personable writer and Mo Yan nodded, they turned around and left.

As soon as he turned around, the smile of sincerity on his face fell.

Wang Chengyou put his hand on Mo Yan's shoulder, rubbed it, and said unhappily: "You are too thin now." ”

Mo Yan was dissatisfied: "I think my hair is ugly, I think I'm too thin, I knew I wouldn't see you today." ”

After speaking, I found that the person next to me did not follow. Looking back, Wang Chengyou's face seemed to have knocked over the condiment shop, and the sweet, sour, salty and spicy were all on his face.

"I, that's what I mean." His voice is not high, but the emotions contained are very strong.

Mo Yan's physical strength has not yet recovered, and his patience is very limited: "Then what do I mean?" Am I wrong when I say it literally? ”

Wang Chengyou was so angry and wronged that his hands couldn't help but tremble. He obviously felt sorry for her, how could she distort him so unreasonably?!

"Don't you understand, I actually ......"

"What if I don't understand, I'm just not happy to hear it! Ugly hair is seen in your eyes, care in your heart, ugly hairstyles can be repaired, thin people can eat fat, what about ugly people? Sick? What about getting old? Mo Yan slammed back.

The moisture in Wang Chengyou's eyes rose again: "You, why are you ......" The more anxious and complaining, how can you guess that I dislike you?!

"How can I be so unreasonable?" Mo Yan snatched the conversation, "Is it that I'm unreasonable?" Have you ever thought about how I would feel after listening to you? ”

Wang Chengyou stood stunned. His spirit, the moment Mo Yan turned around and ran away, had already split.

One of them thumped his chest: she was angry.

One of him holds his head in both hands: why is she angry?

Another roundabout: What did I say?

There is also an attempt to discern the details: should it not be, should it not show intimacy in front of the writer with his hair?

The one with the least sense of existence suddenly conjured a big horn: What do you want to do so much, hurry up and chase people back!

Wang Chengyou took a step back and rushed forward suddenly, he wanted to chase Mo Yan who had run away quickly!

In order to create a sense of space, the food street in the mall was originally designed to be awkward, with dining tables and chairs, it was like a low version of the maze.

Mo Yan actually didn't run far at all, she turned around and ran for a while and stopped, afraid that she would really be separated from Wang Chengyou, not to mention that it was difficult for her to return to school, she also missed Wang Chengyou very much in her heart.

She stopped, and there happened to be a cloth banner beside her, and the cloth banner embroidered with the name of the store was inserted diagonally from a height of two meters, from top to bottom, blocking most of Mo Yan's body. From her point of view, it was easy to see Wang Chengyou stunned in place, running after her.

Wang Chengyou ran so fast that when Mo Yan wanted to stop him, he had already run a long way; When he shouted, the voice quickly drowned out in the noise around him.

Mo Yan wanted to chase it, but suddenly there was a pain in his stomach, and the food he had just eaten turned over the river and the sea, vaguely about to make a revolution. It's probably because I ate too fast in the past three months, and I have been eating in the canteen, and I have eaten quite lightly, and I can't stand such strong food for a while.

Afraid that he would vomit, Mo Yan covered his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other.

"Xiao Yan, what's wrong with you?"

The familiar voice, with concern, suddenly sounded in Mo Yan's ears. Without looking back, she knew that it was the writer who had just left.

The writer had already left, entered the elevator, went to the underground garage, and turned back again. He had an idea on the spur of the moment.

Since Mo Yan likes to eat hot and sour noodles and pork buns so much, why didn't he buy them up and let them open them in the backstreets of Jinqiao Academy?

Since Wang Chengyou can give her a "our car", why can't he give her a "our store"? This little money is a drop in the bucket for him now.

Rich, capricious, just do what you say.

Wenhao pressed back to B1 directly, but he didn't expect that before he walked to the restaurant where he had just eaten, he saw Mo Yan first. Mo Yan covered his mouth and slowly squatted down, so he couldn't help but walk up quickly.

Wenhao held Mo Yan's arm with both hands and drove her to sit on the dining chair next to her, only to find that her face was pale and her hands were covering her stomach: "Is your stomach uncomfortable?" ”

Mo Yan nodded weakly.

"Waiting is not the way, I'll take you to the hospital." couldn't help but say, the writer helped Mo Yan up. Mo Yan was so thin and unwell, shaking his head couldn't stop what the writer was going to do.

Wang Chengyou searched for half of the food street, but Mo Yan was still missing, and no one answered the phone, only to realize that he had run over, he turned around and ran back, until he ran to the place where the three of them had lunch just now, there were people everywhere, but Mo Yan was nowhere to be seen.

With his hands on his face, at that moment, he was helpless.

He didn't know what else he could do except continue to call Mo Yan's mobile phone.

Wang Chengyou stood in place tiredly, his face had long since lost his expression, and suddenly, his gaze fell on the camera on the ceiling.

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The writer helped Mo Yan to the underground garage, and before he got out of the elevator, Mo Yan spit out "wow". The food eaten has not had time to be fully digested, and the hot and sour noodles and meat buns can be recognized.

The rancid taste doesn't change depending on gender or likability. However, the writer did not dislike it at all.