Chapter 492: Between Writers and Writers (Part I)

The sweetness is only for a moment, and Mo Yan experiences more sourness.

If it had been two years ago, she would have pounced on him without hesitation.

It's a pity that there is a gap of one or two years between her and him.

Wang Chengyou reached out and pulled Mo Yan's hand, but Mo Yan avoided it unabashedly.

Wang Chengyou took her shoulder without being discouraged. Thinking that he would have to take a ride in his car, Mo Yan gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Who is this man?"

"I don't know."

"Probably Mo Yan's suitor."

The whispering around me buzzed in my ears like wings.

Wang Chengyou grinned and replied in a loud voice: "I am Wang Chengyou!" Mo Yan's boyfriend!! ”

Mo Yan: "......"

It feels like history has come back to life!

When he entered Jinqiao Academy at the beginning of that year, Wang Chengyou swore sovereignty in every possible way and niped the suitors in the bud.

It's a pity that things are not people.

Mo Yan took a long breath, calmed down, and left Wang Chengyou's childish tricks behind. Now, hurry up and rush to the venue.

After three steps, it was two steps away from the mini Cooper, but there was a puddle of water more than 70 centimeters wide. As far as Mo Yan's leg length is concerned, it seems that he is not strong enough to step over.

"Take it." Wang Chengyou stuffed the umbrella into Mo Yan's hand. Mo Yan subconsciously caught it.

Then, she was dumbfounded...... Wang Chengyou actually stopped her waist and hugged her!

It's like wings suddenly growing out of the back, the body is light, and the heart is also rippling.

When Wang Chengyou gently put Mo Yan in front of the car, Mo Yan was still a little distracted. This feeling of heart beating wildly has not been experienced in a long, long time!

Sitting in the car, out of order to cover up the gaffe just now, Mo Yan asked Wang Chengyou in a detached voice: "How did you drive the car to the school?" What Mo Yan thought was that Wang Chengyou had always been scheming, so he set his method out and asked the driver of the big page indoor space to copy it.

"Simple. It is written on the traffic rules of the university. ”

Mo Yan was displeased. Hmph, it's still sold.

"Hahaha, I'll go into details. According to the university, full-time registered students should bring their own vehicles with the college certificate and the original and photocopy of their student ID, driver's license, and vehicle driving license, fill in the application form and apply for the C permit allowed to pass on campus after review. Non-student vehicles will not be accepted for the time being. This car is in your name and just meets the conditions. ”

Mo Yan heard something else: "You issued the academy certificate without my knowledge, in my name?" My student ID is in my possession and I have not lent it for any reason, where did you get my student ID? Imitation? ”

Wang Chengyou hooked his lips and smiled: "It's so smart." It's the girl I like. ”

"Bring it!"

"What?"

"Student ID!"

"How many copies do you want? The one I know who gave false testimony is absolutely impossible. The two certificates appear together, and the custody is really more like piracy. ”

Mo Yan couldn't cry or laugh. Is that what she meant? Forget it, once the fake certificate is engraved, it can be easily printed.

One or two kilometers is a flash for a car.

Soon, it was at the school gate.

"Stop." Mo Yan shouted with full dignity.

"Going to the bathroom?"

What a mess! "Stop!" Mo Yan didn't answer, and shouted again.

"I know your destination, the navigation is set up, trust me, in 40 minutes, I'm sure I'll get you."

While talking, the car had already driven a few hundred meters past the school gate.

"Wang Chengyou!" Mo Yan roared, with anger in her voice that startled her.

"Crunch-" The sound of the car slamming on the brakes.

Wang Chengyou no longer interrupted, only hit the steering wheel counterclockwise, and the car drove towards the school gate again.

When I arrived at the school gate, I opened the car door, and a gust of wind mixed with heavy rain got into the car door. Mo Yan saw that the small parking lot at the school gate was full of cars, and it was windy and rainy for a while, and he didn't know which one was his own.

As a last resort, Mo Yan closed the car door again, and sat on the seat to call the driver angrily.

"Where are you?" Mo Yan is rarely as angry as he is now.

"Mr. Mo?" The other party was surprised, "Didn't you send me a message saying that you don't need a car today?" ”

Mo Yan instantly raised his eyes to look at Wang Chengyou. Wang Chengyou turned upside down and looked at her with a toothy smile.

"I remember." Mo Yan lied and hung up the phone.

There was a soft "pop", and it was the sound of the car door being locked. Mo Yan couldn't help sighing: he really understood her. Thinking that she could not be killed, she was about to rush into the wind and rain to give him some color, so that he would not act recklessly in the future.

Wait, why did she rush into the rain and call him to see some color?

What is the logic of punishing oneself in order to punish the other?

Mo Yan waved his hand, trying to cut through the confusion in his mind.

"In that case, let's go...... No, before you go, you tell me how you didn't get my driver to pick me up in my name? ”

"Easy. Just borrow a phone and send a message to the driver in your voice. As long as enough of your intimate information is exposed, the driver will naturally believe it. ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Very good. ”

Gritting his teeth, squeezing out between his teeth, "Good." ”

"Thank you."

After enduring it for a while, Mo Yan couldn't hold back: "Can't you hear that I'm being sarcastic?" ”

"I've got a good eye on it."

Mo Yan sneered and turned his head to look out the window.

No matter how impatient she is, she is actually at peace and secretly happy.

With Wang Chengyou as the driver, she doesn't have to worry about being late, but she ...... Wenhao said that if today's business trip goes well, he will be free in the afternoon. If the writer waited at the door of Party A's bidding venue, wouldn't he have to bump into Wang Chengyou?

She has long known the writer's special feelings for her.

The writer once had a fiancΓ©e who talked about marriage. That was more than two years ago. Wenhao's fiancΓ©e, Vivian, also accompanied her on a study tour in Japan. saw that they were going to get married, but they suddenly broke up in the beginning of their junior year.

The writer didn't want to talk about the reason for the breakup, Mo Yan vaguely knew that it was probably because the writer thought Vivian was too materialistic, the kind of love realm that the writer couldn't accept and could give up his love for the sake of the bag.

After the breakup, the writer was depressed for a while.

During that time, he often drove to Shanghai on weekends when he was not on business, begging Mo Yan to accompany him to the bar. Writers usually drink until they are slightly drunk, and once, when he was rarely drunk, he hugged Mo Yan and cried: "Mo Yan, what should I do?" ”

At that time, the music was loud and the environment was noisy, Mo Yan was a little confused, and the writer was crying "Mo Yan, what should I do", or "Mo Yan, what should I do with you".

The next day, the writer woke up.

His gaze at Mo Yan was no longer as clear as before, but full of some emotion.

"Mo Yan, be my girlfriend, is it okay?"

Mo Yan was frightened by him.

"I'm tired. I don't want to go on a blind date again. In the past six months, if I am my girlfriend, help me cope with my family, okay? ”