The writer watched Wang Chengyou become more and more angry, and he couldn't help but be more and more happy.

"The expressiveness of your expression is so tense. I suddenly had the feeling that you might be an actor who was delayed by your heir status.

Oh no, you don't have to be the heir. I heard that you have a half-brother who studied at Harvard, and he has excellent grades and a good image. ”

Wang Chengyou suddenly had an epiphany at this time, Wenhao, this is suppressing him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed softly, and the person returned to his usual lazy, hippie smile: "Thanks to your attention, you can be regarded as lifting me." I can't help but be lifted. That's it, I originally made an appointment with Mo Yan for lunch at noon today, and you just mentioned that you want to invite Mo Yan to dinner, so I generously promised you to have lunch with us. ”

The writer twitched the corners of his mouth.

It was easy to sneer at Wang Chengyou for a few words, but if the price was to miss having lunch with Mo Yan, he would feel that the gains outweighed the losses, so he stopped talking, and stood aside with a smile.

"How much is the grand prize for the interior design of your forest tent hotel?" Wang Chengyou asked casually.

"It's not much money for you. Fortunately, you are not the target of our submission. ”

Wang Chengyou glanced at Wenhao. Sure enough, Jiang was old and spicy, not only easily blocked the topic back, but also belittled him openly and secretly by the way.

Wang Chengyou was not angry, and said with a smile: "When you hold a business management-related event, I can hold a show." ”

"Business management? I'm sorry, it's either that I look down on your university, or Harvard, and we don't buy it. Who wouldn't talk about it? Is it a skill to talk on paper? ”

Wang Chengyou was glancing at the writer. Is he boasting that he has actual experience in running a business?

The two of them are arguing with each other without missing a trace, and the written test time for the last exam has run out.

Mo Yan was caught in the middle of many candidates and walked out of the teaching building.

Wang Chengyou downstairs immediately raised his arm and beckoned. Mo Yan's chaotic face suddenly filled with anger. She took two quick steps and ran, about to see another person waving behind Wang Chengyou, and Mo Yan's footsteps slowed down again.

Wang Chengyou's open arms naturally fell short. Mo Yan pulled the broken hair in front of his ear behind his ear, smiled shyly at Wang Chengyou, and raised his hand to greet the writer who was a few steps away. The writer came over slowly.

Wang Chengyou was still surprised.

He turned around and stared at Mo Yan's hair. Her waist-length hair had reached shoulder-length and was hastily tied back with a black headband that was too ordinary to be ordinary.

She cut her hair!

Didn't even tell him!

No wonder she didn't see him in the last exam room!

The gaze finally took away from her short, ugly hair, and was attracted by her thin arms. His arms are too thin, and he feels skinny, which makes his eyes hurt.

How the hell did she get through these three months? He really is, why do you take her words as military orders so much.

I knew that he would go to Jinqiao Academy in the middle, even if he secretly looked at her, he would not be so distressed and regretful at this time.

The moisture in his eyes dissipated and rose again, so that he did not dare to blink, for fear that tears would roll out. Her throat was so choked that she was one step away, her back to him, but he couldn't make a sound to call her back.

I just looked at her smiling face, and I didn't pay attention to what she had lost weight.

In this way, Wang Chengyou looked at Mo Yan's back in a daze, completely lacking the agility just now.

The writer's gaze wandered on Mo Yan's face, and he felt that he hadn't seen her for more than half a year, she had changed, the baby was fat, and her slimmed down face became smaller and more delicate. The tiredness on her face brought her a sense of age, and she stood in front of him, finally no longer causing him to feel guilty about luring minors from time to time.

"You've grown up." The writer blurted out.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you're finally looking like a college student rather than a high school student." Wenhao explained with a smile.

"Do you mean I'm old?" Mo Yan touched his cheeks with both hands, and there was tiredness in his tone, and there was also a little anxiety.

"No, no," the writer hurriedly explained, "Of course you are a young ......" because he was in a hurry to explain, but he couldn't find the most powerful word.

"Okay. It's been a bit hard lately. Speaking of this, Mo Yan turned his head to look behind him. She always remembered that Wang Chengyou was behind her.

Turn your head and half-turn around by the way.

The light of his eyes was upward, and he happened to meet the gaze of Wang Chengyou.

Mo Yan suddenly felt a sour feeling in her heart, she saw it in his eyes...... Tears.

Mo Yan quickly withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and brushed his hair again uncomfortably.

She did have a lot of tiredness, a lot of grievances, a lot of depression - she really spent all her strength to do a comprehensive review of what she could, but the questions encountered in the examination room were simply other things that were not related to the wind and horses, so strange that her eyes were dizzy and her mind was blank.

If it weren't for the weakness of her legs, she really wanted to abandon the roll and run away.

If she hadn't thought of making an appointment with Wang Chengyou to meet outside the last exam room, she wouldn't have wanted to take the third exam.

At that time, Wang Chengyou persuaded him that the transfer student examination was designed for outstanding students who had lost their feet, and the school had never disclosed the scope of the examination.

She took his words as a deaf ear, thinking that God would reward hard work, thinking that there would be a reward for paying, but who knows, pay is pay, but the return hurts in the face.

He must have understood her grievances, otherwise he wouldn't have tears in his eyes on her behalf.

"What do you want to eat at noon? You deserve a feast. The writer conjured a parasol out of nowhere and propped it on Mo Yan's head.

Mo Yan's slightly pale face showed a little dullness, and the writer couldn't take his eyes off it, how to look at it, how to feel fresh. This is Mo Yan, not Mo Yan. At the same time, it is not without regret that he hesitated and hesitated, and he actually missed the process of Mo Yan changing from an innocent and carefree little girl to a young girl.

At noon in the magic capital at the end of May, walking in the sun, the surroundings are bright and dazzling, and the temperature in the air is a little hot.

The writer used a parasol as a help to guide Mo Yan to the parking lot with him.

Mo Yan brewed a lot of courage before he half-turned his head to look at the person behind him. Fortunately, the people behind him followed.

The reason why the examination hall is located in the Faculty of Literature and Journalism is probably because the building is close to the parking lot.

After a while, he was already in front of the writer's car.

The writer put his hand on the car door and was about to pull the car door, when he suddenly heard Wang Chengyou shouting behind him: "Mo Yan! He couldn't help but pause, straightened up, and turned his head.

Mo Yan also turned around.