"You're suffering from heatstroke, right?" Wenxuan finally wasn't stupid and helped him into the house.
He Mengjie sat on the sofa, lowered her head and drank the glass of water sent by Aunt Wang. She gasped and said, "I'm fine." She stood up and prepared to leave.
"Didn't you say that? I can be a good father if I work hard, but I still need a helper, right?" Wenxuan raised his voice behind her.
He Mengjie stopped walking, turned to look at him, her eyes flickered, and then she smiled and said: "The salary will be more than twice as long as it is settled!"
Wenxuan laughed and replied cheerfully: "Of course, if I become a good father, I might even get a tip when I am happy!"
Tip! He Mengjie glared at her, is she a waiter? Tip, should be a salary increase, okay?
Wenxuan turned around and prepared to go upstairs: "It's decided, let's go see Tingyu."
He Mengjie stretched out her hand: "Stop! There is still a question that has not been settled!"
Wenxuan stopped and turned to look at her: "What's the problem?"
He Mengjie pulled her up and said proudly: "If you really plan to hire me, then you must teach your children according to my method." She saw Wenxuan frown and quickly added, "Of course, I can teach you
I promise that everything I do will be for the benefit of my children, and there will never be any beating or scolding."
Wenxuan looked at her suspiciously, and she raised her head to meet his gaze calmly. Her eyes were so clear, and apart from the breath of youth, they were full of sincerity.
Wenxuan stared at her for a while, then suddenly turned his gaze away: "Okay, I promise you. But if you find out that you are hurting my daughter, I will never let you off lightly!"
He warned quietly.
He Mengjie smiled playfully: "How dare I? I have not forgotten that you are a lawyer!"
The two walked upstairs. As soon as they climbed the stairs, they heard a "bang", coming from Wen Tingyu's room. Wen Tingyu might have been secretly watching them just now, but now that he saw them coming up, he quickly closed the room.
's door.
Wenxuan shrugged helplessly and turned to look at He Mengjie. "Tingyu feels disgusted with the teacher."
He Mengjie stared at Wen Tingyu's white door for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked Wenxuan: "Can I talk to Aunt Wang? Anyway, I have to take over her job in the next few days, and it's good to get familiar with this home.
"
Wenxuan raised his eyebrows, not knowing why. "We are talking about Tingyu..."
"Since you, as Tingyu's father, have hired me, I think -" He Mengjie raised her voice at this point, "Whether Tingyu wants it or not, she will have to spend some time with me in the coming days. So.
It's better for her to calm down and accept this reality. Now I'm going to find Aunt Wang to make ice cream with her. The weather is weirdly hot..."
He Mengjie said that and turned around to go downstairs. Wenxuan moved his mouth, but finally did not stop him and followed He Mengjie downstairs.
Aunt Wang was cleaning downstairs and looked a little embarrassed when she saw He Mengjie coming down.
Wenxuan asked: "Aunt Wang, He Mengjie will take over your job in the future, so you can take her to get familiar with the situation at home." As he was talking, his cell phone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and took a look at He Mengjie.
He said, "I'll answer the phone, you can do it yourself." Then he hurried into the study room on the first floor.
Suddenly, only Aunt Wang and He Mengjie were left in the hall. Aunt Wang smiled at He Mengjie, her smile a little stiff: "That... those clothes..."
He Mengjie smiled and said calmly: "I know, those clothes must have been changed by Ting Yu, right?"
Aunt Wang looked up at her in surprise: "Aren't you angry with me?"
He Mengjie shook his head: "I know you must have difficulties too. Why do you want to tease me when you have no enmity with me?"
A trace of joy flashed in Aunt Wang's eyes, and she held He Mengjie's hand excitedly: "Good boy, you are such a good boy! I think it is the best luck for Tingyu that you can come to this family to be Tingyu's teacher.
!”
He Mengjie laughed and blinked: "Am I that good?"
Aunt Wang also laughed: "Of course, you have gone through all kinds of tests and survived in the end, which is a miracle in itself. Moreover, you are so tolerant, and Tingyu needs exactly this kind of tolerance..."
Speaking of Tingyu, Aunt Wang's eyes showed a look of pity and endless emotion.
He Mengjie took Aunt Wang to the kitchen: "Aunt Wang, let's make ice cream together? The weather is quite hot, and -" she winked at Aunt Wang and lowered her voice, "Ting Yu wouldn't even open the door.
Come on, you won’t even say anything to me.”
Aunt Wang understood what she meant, raised her voice, stretched her neck and said loudly in the direction of the second floor: "Okay, let's make delicious ice cream today!"
He Mengjie opened the refrigerator to get eggs and milk, and Aunt Wang helped her separate the egg yolks. The two were busy chatting.
He Mengjie remembered what Aunt Wang said before and couldn't help but ask: "You said there is a mistress in this house? But as far as I know, Mr. Wen doesn't seem to have a wife, right?"
The scene when Wenxuan and his girlfriend broke up on the spot that day is still vivid in my mind when I think of it.
Aunt Wang laughed: "Isn't the hostess Wen Tingyu? Wenxuan is the male host of this family. Wen Tingyu is at home every day, so she calls herself the hostess of this family! Although she is just a little kid, she matures precociously
She's very smart and knows everything. I really don't know how she knows all those messy things!" Aunt Wang said while shaking her head.
He Mengjie smiled and said nothing. She wanted to tell her that in fact, children have a very strong ability to absorb information. It just depends on whether they absorb good information or bad information. If the child matures early, then the father must not be a good person, let alone not yet.
Mother.
Thinking of Wen Tingyu's mother, He Mengjie couldn't help but feel curious and gossipy. She turned her head to look at Aunt Wang and lowered her voice unconsciously: "Aunt Wang, do you know about Wen Tingyu's mother? Mr. Wen is with her.
Mom is divorced, or something else—"
"My mother is dead!" Before He Mengjie could finish her words, she was interrupted angrily by a childish voice.
He Mengjie and Aunt Wang were startled and turned to look at the kitchen door. Wen Tingyu was staring at He Mengjie with her hands on her waist and her eyes wide open.
"My mother is dead! Are you satisfied?" Wen Tingyu shouted again angrily.
Her voice was sharp and harsh, echoing throughout the room, and it actually sounded miserable.
He Mengjie's heart twitched inexplicably, and she unconsciously walked forward, knelt down, and held Wen Tingyu in her arms.