He Mengjie turned to look at him in surprise and once again appreciated the incredible divine twist in his thinking.
Now I am talking about whether the kiss is good or not, what does it have to do with his first love girlfriend? But...
He Mengjie's eyes widened and stared at his eyes. But... what's the faint melancholy in his eyes? Just like when he talked about his daughter, he was smoking a cigarette lonely.
mood.
He Mengjie's heart beat a little, and for some reason he became soft and soft.
Could it be that this kiss has something to do with his first love girlfriend? It should be that Chen Yuwei has something to do with him...
Wenxuan reached out and locked the door with a "click", then pulled her wrist: "Don't you really want to know?"
He Mengjie stopped talking. She really wanted to know, but could she just let go of the first kiss?
She was a little discouraged. Think about it carefully, what can I do if I don’t forget it? Could it be that she still has to kiss her again with her principal and interest?
When she thought of this "debt-seeking" method, her face involuntarily burned.
Wenxuan finally explained: "I drank some wine before, so my mind was a little unclear. You don't have to mind."
Damn! I didn't mind it and let it go? He Mengjie gave him a hard look. After the silence, she naturally couldn't say anything like "You have to be responsible". After all, she could push him away at that time.
She turned around in a daze, walked back slowly to sit on the sofa, and then looked up at Wenxuan: "Don't you want to talk about your first love girlfriend? Tell me."
Wenxuan raised his lips, laughed softly, and sat down on the sofa next to her. "She is Tingyu's mother. After giving birth to Tingyu, she died in a car accident." He said in a light voice.
He Mengjie turned to look at him, but didn't see any other emotions in his eyes. He was very calm, so calm that he seemed to be talking about something someone else's thing.
"What then?" He Mengjie couldn't help asking.
"Then I raised Tingyu alone. What else can I do?" Wenxuan shrugged.
He Mengjie suddenly felt like she was being fooled. Didn’t she hear what he said long ago from Xue Xue’s mouth? What she wants to hear is not this.
Wenxuan stood up, his voice still felt cold, "It's getting late, go to bed."
He Mengjie was inexplicably annoyed. She stood up and bit her lip and said, "You are lying to others!"
Wenxuan raised his eyebrows: "Why am I lying? I think you probably heard from Xue Xue, right? That's the case."
"..." He Mengjie retorted without saying anything. She always felt that there seemed to be something else in it, but she couldn't tell what it was. She always felt that something was wrong and what was wrong...
When she frowned and thought, Wenxuan had already turned around and walked upstairs. "I'll give you a holiday tomorrow morning. You can go back and take care of your grandfather. Don't go back tomorrow night, I'll come back later." He sent the commander.
He Mengjie immediately pouted and refused righteously: "I won't work overtime!"
Wenxuan turned to look at her, and said in a quiet tone: "That's not overtime, it's just a rest. I'll transfer your evening break to the morning. Can you still make some delicious food for your grandfather? Isn't that great?"
"I won't adjust my rest!" He Mengjie continued to refuse.
"Then deduct the money!" Wenxuan was very decisive.