Wang Zihao opened the car door and said, "I'll take you back."
He Mengjie was about to get in the car, but Tingwen Tingyu started to make a fuss: "No! I want Teacher He to sleep with me tonight!"
Wenxuan pretended to coax: "Stop making trouble, listen to the rain." He was dissatisfied when he heard that tone.
He Mengjie remembered that she had not returned home last night and couldn't let go of her grandfather, so she rubbed Wen Tingyu's hair and said, "Teacher He will be here tomorrow morning."
Wen Tingyu began to play tricks: "No, I want Teacher He to sleep with me!" His big eyes flashed, and he was about to hang tears.
He Mengjie was so helpless, I don’t know what to say.
Wenxuan suddenly spoke up and became a peacemaker: "Why not like this, Tingyu. Let's take Teacher He home to see Teacher He's grandfather. Teacher He is relieved. Is it okay to go home to sleep with you?"
This suggestion is simply unfair terms! After going to her house, how could my grandfather not let her go to Wen’s house?
He Mengjie curled her lips, a little disdainful. She was simply Huang Shiren, who wanted to exploit her to the point where only bones remain!
Wang Zihao looked at Wen Tingyu helplessly, then looked at He Mengjie. Finally, he took out the red rose from the car and said to He Mengjie: "Don't forget this."
He Mengjie smiled awkwardly.
Wenxuan turned to look at Chen Yuwei: "You don't mind, the child is just a little dependent on her teacher. Let's take you back together, how about it?"
Wen Tingyu immediately expressed his objection: "Don't want dad, I want to go to Teacher He's house first!"
Chen Yuwei smiled generously and decently, saying, "Forget it, I'll take a taxi back."
Wang Zihao immediately inserted his mouth with great gaze: "Or, Brother Wen, I will help you send this lady back?"
Wenxuan didn't object. He turned around, opened the car door, took out a handful of lilies from the trunk, and handed it to Chen Yuwei's hand with a gentle smile on his face.
Chen Yuwei was obviously a little surprised, then covered her lips in surprise and took his lily with tenderness and sweetness.
He Mengjie snorted coldly in her heart, thinking, if they weren't there, I'm afraid they would have a French farewell kiss!
She simply didn't want to watch such a stingy scene anymore. She walked to the back of Wenxuan's car, opened the car door and sat in.
On the way back, Wen Tingyu fell asleep quickly. At the red light, Wen Xuan suddenly threw a lily from the front and fell on He Mengjie's red rose.
He Mengjie stared at him, and he turned around, with a smile on his face: "One fell off, I'll give it to you." After he said that, he stopped and looked at the bouquet of roses with a look of disdain: "How can I look at it, too
Not as elegant as lilies!”
He Mengjie was angry by his eyes and couldn't help but fight back like a hedgehog with a thorn raised: "Yes, yes, your lily is elegant. But everyone has their own preferences. I just like roses. No matter how elegant the lily is,
, I just don't like it, how about it?"
Wenxuan stared at her deeply, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "Superficial."
"Yes, I'm just superficial, what's wrong? I just like this superficiality. I'm superficial and happy!" He Mengjie immediately choked.
Wenxuan did not answer, turned his head, saw the green light, and started the car.
He Mengjie was very angry and ignored him and turned to look out the window.
There was a long time in the car and it was only a little heavy breathing sound from listening to the rain. During the day, she was too tired to play, so she slept soundly.