Han Xiyan hadn't spoken yet. Sitting aside, his sister Wen Xiu spoke eagerly, "Yan! What Xiaoying said is true. Since she came back, I really don't have time to accompany her. You know, I have a lot of money on hand."
I am so busy every day with cases that cannot be pushed out, and I have no time to take care of her."
"Then why does Xiaoying go back to China instead of staying with her parents abroad?" Nangong Minglu suddenly asked.
"It's because my uncle and aunt hope that Xiaoying can get more exposure to the cultural knowledge here. Sooner or later, they will come back. My uncle only has a daughter, Xiaoying, and his career in China will be managed by Xiaoying in the future.
"Wen Xiu explained.
"Oh, that's it!" Nangong Minglu looked at Wen Ying carefully again. She didn't know why she suddenly felt uneasy in her heart.
"Xiao Lu, please, promise me, okay?" Wen Ying simply sat next to Nangong Minglu and shook Nangong Minglu's arm, "I will transfer to Fengyun High School tomorrow and enter a new environment.
I'm really scared of studying. If Xiaolu can accompany me to school, I won't be scared of anything."
Nangong Minglu looked at Wen Ying suspiciously.
Wen Ying kept laughing.
However, for some reason, Nangong Minglu felt that her smile did not reach her eyes directly, but there was something else hidden in it, which made Nangong Minglu want to reject her.
But before Nangong Minglu could think of a suitable excuse, Wen Xiu said again: "Yan! I'll leave my sister to you. I promised my uncle and aunt to take good care of her. If she can eat, live and go to school with Xiaolu, I will
I feel relieved."
Wen Xiu spoke so straightforwardly that Han Xiyan could only nod.
When Nangong Minglu saw that Han Xiyan agreed, she had no choice but to swallow her rejection again.
Just like that, there was an uninvited guest in the Nangong family's villa - Wen Ying.
In the evening, he asked the maid to arrange a place for Wen Ying. Nangong Minglu went back to her bedroom, washed up and prepared to rest.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Nangong Minglu chuckled—it must be Han Xiyan.
Before she could say anything, Han Xiyan had already opened the door and walked in.
Nangong Minglu covered her pajamas tightly, sat on the bed with her arms folded and smiled at him, "I haven't asked you to come in yet, aren't you afraid of seeing something you shouldn't see?"
"I'm afraid I won't see what I shouldn't see!" Han Xiyan raised her lips lightly, walked over quickly, and took Nangong Minglu into his arms.
"Bah!" Nangong Minglu spat at him with a smile, "You are getting worse and worse, you are not serious!"
"Isn't that what you taught me?" Han Xiyan lowered his head and gently smelled the fragrance of her hair, "Who made me fall in love with a little witch?"
"There is a pretty girl living downstairs. You should love her!" Nangong Minglu pretended to be angry and said with a straight face.
Han Xiyan gently stroked her hair and smiled silently.
Nangong Minglu couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing, and punched his chest hard, "You are very calm! You are not anxious at all, and you don't want to explain!"
"Explanation?" Han Xiyan said calmly: "I don't even see her clearly, why do I like her?"
"You!" Han Xiyan rubbed her head dotingly, "Don't be so obedient when you get an advantage. You obviously had the idea of introducing Wen Ying to Yanwei again, so you had such a lively chat with her, but now you are
Another rake."
"Did you see it?" Nangong Minglu looked at him with a raised face.
"What tricks do you have to escape me?" Han Xiyan bent his index finger and tapped her forehead lightly.
