Wen Tingyu's body stiffened for a moment, and then she reached out and pushed He Mengjie hard on the shoulder. He Mengjie was unprepared and was pushed to the ground by her.
Being hugged by He Mengjie, Wen Tingyu felt as if she had been bullied. Tears flew from her eyes. She curled her lips, stamped her feet, and shouted to He Mengjie: "Stop pretending to be a good person, thinking that you can just hug me."
Do you get my favor? Tell you, it’s a dream!”
He Mengjie simply couldn't laugh or cry. The words spoken by this little girl were more adult than adults, and she didn't know what words to use to reply to her words.
Just when He Mengjie was racking her brains to prepare how to deal with Wen Tingyu, she suddenly found Wenxuan standing at the door without knowing it. His face was gloomy and his eyes were full of anger.
He Mengjie sighed heavily in her heart, she had offended him again.
Wen Tingyu noticed her father coming out, turned around and threw herself into his arms. She cried, rubbing her tears and snot on Wenxuan's collar, and said to him aggrievedly: "Dad, Teacher He asked me about my mother on purpose.
…”
Wenxuan threw a knife over her, as if she had killed Wen Tingyu's mother, with hatred. He patted Wen Tingyu gently, carried her upstairs, and advised her softly: "Don't cry when you listen to the rain."
It's okay, it's okay, dad will talk to the teacher."
He Mengjie let out a long sigh and stood at the door watching the father and daughter go upstairs.
Behind her, Aunt Wang gently pulled her hand and said, "Don't take it to heart. Maybe it's because Ting Yu doesn't have a mother. Mr. Wen feels particularly sorry for her. That's how he is, always protecting his shortcomings."
He Mengjie turned around and looked at Aunt Wang: "Aunt Wang, is Ting Yu's mother really dead?"
Aunt Wang shook her head: "I don't know either. I've been working here for half a year, and this is the first time I've heard Yu talk about her mother. Mr. Wen never talks about it either. I only know that Mr. Wen doesn't have a wife.
But whether he is dead or divorced, I really don’t know..."
"Aunt Wang - it's probably not good to discuss other people's family affairs behind their backs!" Wenxuan's deep voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them, startling Aunt Wang.
He Mengjie turned around and looked up at Wenxuan. His brows were furrowed and his face was unkind. He was staring at her face, showing signs of breaking out.
"I want to talk to you!" He said this, turned around and walked to the study.
Aunt Wang stuck out her tongue and gave He Mengjie an encouraging look: "Go, don't be afraid." She shuddered herself.
He Mengjie smiled and raised her head, of course she was not afraid! It was as if the soldiers were about to go to the battlefield, and she was always ready for another "world war" with the "venomous tongue man"!
He Mengjie entered the study and saw Wenxuan already sitting in his large chair. He lit a cigarette, and the curls of smoke actually made his expression look a little sad.
"You've hit a minefield!" He said as soon as He Mengjie entered the door, "You shouldn't mention Ting Yu's mother in front of her!" His voice was full of dissatisfaction, but it seemed that he was far less angry than He Mengjie had imagined before.
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He Mengjie was silent for a few seconds and replied: "You are too sensitive. Even if I gossiped about your family affairs, this matter has nothing to do with Aunt Wang!"
Her eyes came up to meet his, and she lowered her tone to reveal his thoughts: "Actually, the person who cares most about Tingyu's mother being dead is not Tingyu but you!"
He Mengjie didn't know why she did what she did. Even if she understood his thoughts, she shouldn't have said it like this. But seeing his desolate expression, she couldn't help it.
He was a man with a sharp tongue, the kind of person who was so annoying that he wanted people to slap him to death whenever he spoke, rather than the kind of person who would make people sympathize with him. She felt that she had to provoke his anger, like that
He is more in line with the image of a "venomous tongue man".
He Mengjie did it, successfully and quickly arousing Wenxuan's anger. He suddenly stood up from the large high-backed chair, and the action of extinguishing the cigarette butt seemed to be twisting He Mengjie's head.
"You're fired!" He announced the result directly, a cruel and merciless result.
He Mengjie's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't refute. She nodded, then nodded again, then turned around and walked out of the study with a sneer.
She went straight to the sofa in the living room, picked up her "Big Mouth Monkey" and bag, and was about to leave.
"Teacher He!" Suddenly, Aunt Wang called her from the kitchen door, "The eggs and milk have been prepared as you said. Do we need to put them in the refrigerator now?"
Aunt Wang was holding a big bowl and looked at her blankly, ignoring that the thing in her hand was clearly about to go, she just smiled and waved to her: "Come over and see if I'm doing well.
Is it just like what you said?"
He Mengjie's heart suddenly felt a little blocked. She put down her things and walked slowly to Aunt Wang. She lowered her head and glanced: "Well, you did a great job, but Aunt Wang, I want to--"
"Wait another two minutes, wait two more minutes, and Mr. Wen will definitely keep you." Aunt Wang interrupted her before she could finish her words, with sincere pleading in her eyes.
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, he is too harsh, I don't think I am qualified -"
"He is a good person, you will know that. He just has a bad temper sometimes." Aunt Wang did not let her finish, but defended Wenxuan, with a pleading look in her eyes as she spoke, "Even if it's just for
I'm an old woman, why don't you just wait for another two minutes? My daughter is about to give birth, and without anyone to replace me, this family will be even worse."
He Mengjie looked at Aunt Wang's sincere eyes and felt moved in her heart. She was wondering what kind of enchanting soup a "venomous tongue man" like Wenxuan had poured into Aunt Wang to make her think about him so much.
"Actually, I just pity their father and daughter. Wenxuan is a good father, but he just doesn't know how to express his love." Aunt Wang seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said quietly, "As long as it is to listen to the rain, he will do anything.
Don't give up, even for your own feelings. I saw it with my own eyes. Tingyu broke up with her if he didn't like that woman."
He Mengjie curled her lips and muttered: "Is this good? Doesn't he want to consider the girl's mood?"
She believed that Aunt Wang had definitely seen this kind of scene before. Because when she and Wenxuan had just met, she had seen his "courage" and "unfeeling".
"I never said I was good." A voice continued He Mengjie's words, startling He Mengjie again.