The tall male shop guide came back, and his attitude was quite resolute, and he politely invited the two out.

Xu Lin was unwilling, her eyes looked at the sky, and she muttered to herself in distraction. Yun Moyu lowered her head, the demon god seemed to have been pestering her these days, making her exhausted and dizzy. Think about it...... Maybe he was the only one who could help, but the words of that day were so hurtful, once I went to him, I was afraid that I would not be able to figure it out again.

But what about academics? Yun Moyu looked at her mother with empty eyes, she worked so hard for me to go to school, how could she not disappoint my mother, not to mention that my father was gone......

"Mom, you go home and wait, I have a way."

"What can you do? Forget it, I'll beg the teacher again, but I can't beg the principal, you can go back to class. ”

"Mom, I have a classmate who is also a teacher, and she must be able to talk, and she should be able to help when I used to play when I was young."

Sky! There is still such a relationship, Xu Lin saw hope, and glared at Yun Moyu complainingly: "Then don't hurry up, I'll go too." ”

"Mom! They haven't gotten off work yet, so I'll talk to my classmates first. ”

The child's words are reasonable, Xu Lin still wants to follow, this is a big deal. But Yun Moyu had her concerns and sincerely persuaded her mother to go home.

Riding a bicycle, Yun Moyu came to another aristocratic university.

Students walked out of the campus in twos and threes, and among them, there was a tall student who attracted attention, and his arrogant face was full of confident smiles......

Wan Zhiwei never thought that Yun Moyu would come to him, and when his eyes caught the thin figure, he squinted unconsciously. All this came too suddenly, he could only stand more than fifty meters away and look at each other from a distance, not daring to move.

Was it accidental?

She was riding a brand new bicycle, her white dress was particularly fresh in the sun, and her hair was not long or short and shone with a healthy sheen, swaying lightly in the wind, and she seemed to be doing well. But judging from the friendship and understanding of the past ten years, she doesn't seem to be doing well.

Yun Moyu kept looking at this side, the two looked at each other for a long time, she knew that he was not sure if he was looking for someone.

A wry smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, did he hurt him so much?

There was no way, Yun Moyu had to pluck up the courage to walk forward, but unexpectedly, just one step, Wan Zhiwei ran over quickly.

The distance was drawn in little by little, and time seemed to stand still, leaving only a man and a woman looking at each other after a long absence.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Moyu endured bursts of sour tears and squeezed out a smile: "How are you doing?" ”

"What about you?"

"I listened to your advice and lost weight."

"......" In an instant, Wan Zhiwei, who can speak well, lost his voice, and his words at that time were just teasing her.

Wan Zhiwei is a man of the year after all, and chatting with a girl like this naturally caused a lot of onlookers, and even pointed fingers. Some of the people who drove out of the garage to go home also stopped on the side of the road and looked at the place.

After Yun Moyu noticed it, she immediately restrained her emotions: "Please drink coffee and go." ”

"Good!"

took the bicycle from Yun Moyu's hand and stepped on it, just like snatching her bicycle when they first met.

"Where's your locomotive?" Yun Moyu tilted her head, this guy likes to be cool the most, and he likes the feeling of freedom and chic when blown by the wind.

"Locomotives?" Wan Zhiwei looked back at Yun Moyu depressedly: "Hurry up and sit down." ”

Through the exchange, Yun Moyu learned that Wan Zhiwei's father's condition had deteriorated, and the entire company was now being taken care of by him, so the locomotive could not be ridden at all, how could a president-level figure do such a dangerous thing? If someone else is concerned, will there still be a small life?