The low laughter rolled in Wenxuan's throat, and it combined with the Ye Feng to form a very pleasant song. "What are you afraid of? I don't want to kiss you." He smiled.
He Mengjie's face turned red, and she slowly sat down again.
Wenxuan raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky. His voice suddenly became a little misty, "Her name is Chen Yuelin, she is my college classmate and my first love."
This was the first time he had told her about her first love so positively. He Mengjie was certainly not satisfied and only heard this. She couldn't help asking: "You and she had Tingyu?"
This is really a question that deserves a beating. After asking He Mengjie, I feel a little regretful.
Wenxuan didn't turn his head and replied in a deep voice: "Yes, we are not married." Then there was nothing else.
He Mengjie curled her lips. The information he provided was not as simple as Xue Xue's two sentences.
But she didn't dare to ask too much, after all, she died in a car accident, and she was afraid that it would touch Wenxuan's sadness after asking.
She turned to look at Wenxuan's side face, and for no reason she felt a look of melancholy on his side face. Her heart tightened for no reason, as if she was sad with him.
After a while, He Mengjie decided to change the topic, but her new topic was not very clever: "Then... what happened to you with Chen Yuwei because she looks very similar to Chen Yuelin?"
Until now, when she asked, she realized that this was actually the question she wanted to ask the most.
Wenxuan was silent for a while before slowly answering: "Yes, not."
He Mengjie rolled her eyes again, isn’t this nonsense? A lawyer is a lawyer and she likes to play this kind of text game the most.
Wenxuan turned his head to look at her, and just saw her big eyes in her eyes. He couldn't help but smiled: "She looks very similar to Chen Yuelin, but I'm close to her because of something else."
"Because of good feelings?" He Mengjie blurted out. She couldn't tell the feeling in her heart, she couldn't control it.
Wenxuan looked at her with a funny look, but did not answer, but stood up and stretched his waist, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
He Mengjie stared at her and felt a little angry. This man likes to make people feel so flirted.
She watched him walk slowly into the house, walked to the door and stopped again, looking back at her with a serious face: "Where is the lily I gave you?"
When he was about to sleep, he remembered the arrival of lilies again.
He Mengjie said angrily: "I'm soaked in a bottle with my roses."
Wenxuan looked at her with great confidence and said, "Believe it or not, when all Wang Zihao's roses wither, will my lily die?"
He Mengjie was too lazy to talk to him about the flowers and muttered: "What Wang Zihao, my grandfather thought that the big handful of roses and that ugly lily were all given by you..."
She said as she trotted, crossed by him, and rushed into the house.
That night, the stars were very bright and the wind was cool, and He Mengjie slept soundly.
The next day, she got up early and went to buy fried dough sticks and tofu brain. Although Wenxuan paid great attention to nutrition, she felt that there was no need to be pretentious, and eating some of these occasionally would not hurt.
Unexpectedly, Wenxuan ate very vigorously, as if he had never eaten anything as delicious as fried dough sticks in his life.
He Mengjie hurriedly prepared lunch for He Dasheng, and then left in Wenxuan's car. The car parked there, which had already attracted the attention of the aunts and aunts in the village. When they left, it caused even more sensation.