Tintin followed the keeper, sometimes helping with feeding and sometimes watering, and he was a competent little helper.
On Wen Tong's side, the phone calls kept coming.
The two artists under her are now red stars, so there are a lot of trivial matters. Zhu Zhu can handle small things on her behalf, but she needs her opinion on big things.
Put down the phone.
Wen Tong saw a man in black sitting on the east wall of the courtyard.
He still lowered his hat, as if sleeping.
The posture was as if it had been moved from the hospital intact.
Wen Tong entered the house and asked the servant for fresh food, then walked over and stood on tiptoes beside him.
He didn't even raise his eyes, still sitting firmly.
"You have to sit for so long and you have to eat. These meals are all fresh. Don't dislike it." Wen Tong was afraid that he would think it was charity, so she also brought a lunch box for herself.
When you open the lid of the box, the aroma of rice immediately hits your nostrils.
"I'll eat with you."
After saying that, regardless of whether he could eat it or not, Wen Tong started to eat it himself.
Maybe it was because the food was so fragrant, Cang Yue's eyes seemed to move, but she didn't touch the lunch box.
Until Wen Tong finished eating, he remained motionless.
"Brother, you can climb so high, can you teach me." Ding Ding ran over at some point and looked at Cang Yue with admiration.
Cang Yue closed her eyes, as if sleeping deeply.
Wen Tong pulled Latin Ding and said, "Shh, brother is sleeping, let's not disturb him."
In fact, I knew he hadn't slept at all, so I added before leaving, "The food will get cold if you don't eat it."
Until Wen Tong entered the house and closed the door.
Cang Yue raised her eyes from under her hat and glanced in her direction.
He did not touch the food in the lunch box, but took out a piece of bread from his pocket.
This piece of bread was placed by Wen Tong next to him last night.
Before leaving, he accidentally put it in his pocket.
This was the first time in twenty-three years that a woman had given him food.
He tore a piece of bread into his mouth and chewed it expressionlessly.
evening.
Bei Chenxiao called and said that he had a party tonight and would not be back for dinner.
He spoke very naturally and hung up the phone quickly.
Wen Tong was holding the phone in a daze.
If he doesn't go home for dinner, you don't need to inform yourself about this.
She was living in his house and she should do as she pleased, but instead he had to explain everything to her.
Ding Ding snuggled over, hugged her legs and rubbed her, "Mom, why isn't uncle back yet?"
"Uncle said that he won't eat with Ding Ding at night. He asked Ding Ding to eat more and not be picky about food."
"oh."
The little guy hung his head in disappointment.
The child is actually aware of it in his mind and knows that he is only staying here temporarily and will leave soon after he recovers from his illness.
Therefore, he wanted to seize all the time to stay with his rental father.
After dinner, Wen Tong fed Ding Ding some medicine.
He played on the video game console for a while in the house and then felt sleepy.
Although his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, he still refused to sleep and looked at the clock on the wall from time to time.
"Mom, why isn't uncle back yet?"
I have been asked this question many times over and over again.
Wen Tong was dealing with work matters and touched his head, "It's coming, it's coming."
But it was so fast that I still didn't hear the sound of Beichen Xiao coming back.
The child finally couldn't stand it any longer and finally said, "Mom, please remember to wake me up when uncle comes back."
"Be good, go to sleep."
Wen Tong patted his son on the back, and the little boy klicked his long eyelashes, and was quickly defeated by Duke Zhou.
Wen Tong used her mobile phone to deal with emails for a while. The affairs were too complicated and messy, and she really wanted to use the computer.
She remembered that there was one in Beichenxiao's study, but she didn't know that it would be inconvenient for her to use it.
So, I made a call to Beichen Xiao.
He said, "It's available," and then hung up the phone, as if he was very busy.
The background over there was very noisy, as if he was attending some cocktail party.
Wen Tong didn't care, put down the phone and went straight to his study.
In fact, she was surprised when Beichenxiao asked her to use his computer, because there must be a lot of business secrets in his computer. He believed in her, so he agreed to her without hesitation.
Wen Tong was deeply moved by this trust.
When he turns on the computer, his desktop is very simple, and even the background is so simple that it only has the ec logo.
Wen Tong directly logged into his mailbox and processed the replies one by one.
An hour passed and she finally finished sorting out all the emails.
Just as I was about to click the x in the upper right corner, the system suddenly prompted me that there was a new email.
There are two letters in total.
The first letter was from Luo Xi, an electronic invitation card, inviting her to attend His Majesty the King's birthday party.
There is only one postscript, I will be very happy if you come.
Wen Tong read this sentence repeatedly, as if she could feel his mood when he typed these words.
In fact, he wasn't very sure that she would go, so he said it so tactfully.
She clicked reply, but staring at the blank space, she didn't know what to say.
Finally, I just closed the email.
The other letter was from Zhu Zhu, an endorsement contract.
There are many clauses in this contract, the most concerning are the endorsement fees.
Wen Tong wanted to find a pen to do calculations, so he searched around the table but couldn't find it.
So, she opened the drawer on the right.
At the top of the drawer is a gold-plated invitation card with the royal emblem printed on it.
She guessed that Beichen Xiao would definitely be invited to His Majesty the King's birthday banquet.
When I took the invitation card away, there was indeed a pen underneath.
Wen Tong happily picked it up, but she moved too quickly and took out the piece of paper under the pen.
The paper was folded and fluttered on the floor.
Wen Tong bent down to pick it up, originally thinking of putting it back intact, but the paper was too old, so old that it was yellow and brittle. The older something is, the more rare it is. It seems to guide others to uncover it.
secret.
Suddenly a bewitching voice sounded in my ears, open it, open it.
Wen Tong pinched the thin paper, feeling like it was a magic spell, and the strange power emanating from it wrapped her tightly around her.
She seemed to hear a sharp cry, the girl's cry for mercy, "No, no."
Her heart was trembling violently, and even her fingertips were trembling.
The sound in your ears begins to echo again. Open it, open it, and you will see many secrets.
Wen Tong held the piece of paper with both hands, and then moved it slightly apart to both sides.
The fear in my heart became deeper and deeper, as if I was opening a letter from the devil.
Even though I knew I was going to be doomed, I couldn't stop myself from the brink.
Finally, she opened the paper.
On the yellow tissue paper is a sketch.
Next to it, someone wrote "Beichen Xiao" in beautiful small characters.
In the painting, he has a slight smile on his lips and tenderness in his eyes.
There was a bang in my mind, as if something had been exploded, and then memories surged out.
Like a fast rewinding movie, it nervously and quickly washed through her brain.
Her eyes widened in horror, and the paper in her hand fluttered to the ground.