Dr. Wang replied: "Oh, he is a lawyer. He came to me to ask me some questions about a civil lawsuit." After a pause, she laughed, "He is quite handsome, right? Even though he is less than thirty,
, it seems that he is already a well-known barrister in the industry."
Xiaomiao's voice immediately became sharp: "Oh, it's true! He's so rich and handsome! I wonder if he's married!"
Doctor Wang said half-jokingly: "Let me find out for you later. If not, can I introduce it to you?"
"It's necessary!" Xiaomiao replied immediately.
He Mengjie curled her lips when she heard this. She thought it was better for Xiaomiao not to go to Wenxuan, otherwise "Red Boy" would cause trouble and eat her a pot.
He Mengjie returned to the ward and poured some water for her grandpa, let it cool, and then carefully dipped a spoon in the water and slowly fed it into his mouth. Seeing her grandpa's sick appearance now, she felt sour and nervous.
It hurts. He is the only relative she has in the world, and she must not let anything happen to him again!
When He Mengjie woke up in the morning, she found some tears on her face and quickly wiped them away behind He Dasheng's back. She must not cry in front of He Dasheng, because now, she is the backbone of his life!
She hurried out to buy breakfast and lunch, and the nurse had already arrived. She told the nurse a few words, and then left the hospital and headed towards Wen's house.
Because he left early this time and it was not the rush hour for work, He Mengjie arrived at Haojingyuan before eight o'clock.
Wen Tingyu didn't seem to have gotten up yet, and Wenxuan was busy in the kitchen. He Mengjie came and untied the apron he had clumsily tied on his body without saying a word. When he opened the refrigerator, a strong smell of leeks hit his face.
He Mengjie turned to look at Wenxuan and glared: "Don't you know how to get a fresh-keeping box with a lid? The smell in the refrigerator is so strong."
Those dumplings were cooked. It seemed that he had received a text message from her yesterday. He did not reply even after receiving the text message, which made He Mengjie feel unhappy.
Wenxuan shrugged: "I'm not good at this. It's always the nanny who does it."
"I think without a nanny, you're going to die in a few days!" He Mengjie said with an iron-clad expression.
"I'm not stupid, don't I know how to buy and eat it?" Wenxuan looked disapproving.
"I mean, you're going to be dirty, smelly, and smoked to death!" He Mengjie was so angry that she stretched her head and looked around the messy living room. There were toys thrown by Wen Tingyu everywhere, as well as Wenxuan's tie and
sock.
Judging from his neat appearance and harsh attitude towards things, it seems that he is a man who loves to be clean and picky. It seems that his neatness is just superficial, and his harshness is only towards others.
Wenxuan was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hair and left the kitchen. He Mengjie looked at his tall back and curled her lips.
I fried the leftover dumplings from yesterday and cooked some rice porridge. The aroma of the dumplings and the rice porridge mixed together and filled the whole house. It was very fragrant.
When He Mengjie brought the dumplings out, Wenxuan had already sat down in front of the table unceremoniously. "I have to say, the dumplings you made taste good." When He Mengjie brought the rice porridge from the kitchen, he had already eaten it.
I ordered a fried dumpling and muttered something.
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment. She had never heard him praise anyone before, and she was really not used to it. Just when she didn't know how to respond to his words, she heard him say softly: "Thank you!"
He Mengjie was startled and looked at him with wide eyes. What? Did he say "thank you"? She couldn't help but rub her ears, and then turned to look at the sun outside the window.
Her ears seemed fine, and the sun also came out from the east. So she thought she was hallucinating, so she asked, "What did you say?"
Wenxuan's handsome face seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He hadn't styled his hair with mousse that morning and it was disheveled on his head, which made him look like a big boy leading the family. He Mengjie was inexplicably dizzy again. She didn't know it was because of what he had just said.
That sentence scared me, and when I was frying the dumplings, they were smoky with oil.
"I said, thank you for letting me taste the dumplings made by my lovely baby." He emphasized.
"Oh..." He Mengjie responded softly. She should have been modest in her gratitude to him, but inexplicably, she felt a fire in her heart. Now that she knows how to thank me, what did she do last night!
She thought of his contemptuous and ruthless look last night, and her anger surged upwards. She couldn't help but snorted from between her teeth: "Well, if I weren't a fake tutor from a normal university, you would really
Can’t taste the dumplings made by your daughter!”
Wenxuan didn't seem to hear the irony in her words, and said seriously: "I think you are not pretending. Now even Tingyu says he likes you, which proves that you are indeed studying preschool education!"
"Hmph..." He Mengjie couldn't help but snort twice after hearing this. Wen Tingyu likes her! He is probably the only father who is so naive! Why does Wen Tingyu "like" her?
It seems that she understands the reason best. But she is not afraid. If soldiers come to block it and water comes to cover it, she doesn't believe that she can't take in the "Red Boy"!
Wenxuan looked at He Mengjie's evil expression and frowned. Just when he was about to ask her what she was thinking, Wen Tingyu came downstairs.
She was always dressed in a sweet style, wearing a green polka-dot sarong with her hair disheveled. Her eyes seemed to still have the laziness from just waking up, but they lit up when she saw the golden fried dumplings on the table.
one time.
He Mengjie knew that she wanted to eat it, so she immediately turned around to serve the rice porridge.
When she came out, Wen Tingyu's little mouth was bulging. It seemed that Wenxuan had fed her. She sat on the sofa with her back to her and ordered: "Comb my hair!"
He Mengjie replied coldly: "Please!"
Wen Tingyu turned to look at her, her face full of anger. But when her eyes glanced at Wenxuan, she suddenly changed her mind, rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly: "Okay, please teach Mr. He
Help me comb my hair, okay?" After saying that, he winked at Wenxuan and smiled.
Wenxuan nodded appreciatively towards her, looking very happy.
He Mengjie looked at the gentle smile on his face and snorted coldly in her heart. This little girl knows how to please her father very well. She does one thing on the surface but another behind her back.
He Mengjie went to the bathroom to get a comb, came out to comb her hair, and made a Korean-style scorpion braid. Wen Tingyu took a look in the mirror and was very surprised: "Teacher He, this braid is so beautiful!"
He Mengjie didn't rush to answer, but took a closer look at her. Her expression was very genuine, and it wasn't like she was pretending. It was probably because no one had really braided her hair like this. Then she felt relieved and raised her chin.
Answer: "It's not pretty, I know a lot." Dr. Wang replied: "Oh, he is a lawyer, and he came to me to ask me some questions about a civil lawsuit." After a pause, she laughed, "
He is quite handsome, isn't he? Even though he is only less than thirty, he seems to be already a well-known barrister in the industry."
Xiaomiao's voice immediately became sharp: "Oh, it's true! He's so rich and handsome! I wonder if he's married!"
Doctor Wang said half-jokingly: "Let me find out for you later. If not, can I introduce it to you?"
"It's necessary!" Xiaomiao replied immediately.
He Mengjie curled her lips when she heard this. She thought it was better for Xiaomiao not to go to Wenxuan, otherwise "Red Boy" would cause trouble and eat her a pot.
He Mengjie returned to the ward and poured some water for her grandpa, let it cool, and then carefully dipped a spoon in the water and slowly fed it into his mouth. Seeing her grandpa's sick appearance now, she felt sour and nervous.
It hurts. He is the only relative she has in the world, and she must not let anything happen to him again!
When He Mengjie woke up in the morning, she found some tears on her face and quickly wiped them away behind He Dasheng's back. She must not cry in front of He Dasheng, because now, she is the backbone of his life!
She hurried out to buy breakfast and lunch, and the nurse had already arrived. She told the nurse a few words, and then left the hospital and headed towards Wen's house.
Because he left early this time and it was not the rush hour for work, He Mengjie arrived at Haojingyuan before eight o'clock.
Wen Tingyu didn't seem to have gotten up yet, and Wenxuan was busy in the kitchen. He Mengjie came and untied the apron he had clumsily tied on his body without saying a word. When he opened the refrigerator, a strong smell of leeks hit his face.
He Mengjie turned to look at Wenxuan and glared: "Don't you know how to get a fresh-keeping box with a lid? The smell in the refrigerator is so strong."
Those dumplings were cooked. It seemed that he had received a text message from her yesterday. He did not reply even after receiving the text message, which made He Mengjie feel unhappy.
Wenxuan shrugged: "I'm not good at this. It's always the nanny who does it."
"I think without a nanny, you're going to die in a few days!" He Mengjie said with an iron-clad expression.
"I'm not stupid, don't I know how to buy and eat it?" Wenxuan looked disapproving.
"I mean, you're going to be dirty, smelly, and smoked to death!" He Mengjie was so angry that she stretched her head and looked around the messy living room. There were toys thrown by Wen Tingyu everywhere, as well as Wenxuan's tie and
sock.
Judging from his neat appearance and harsh attitude towards things, it seems that he is a man who loves to be clean and picky. It seems that his neatness is just superficial, and his harshness is only towards others.
Wenxuan was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hair and left the kitchen. He Mengjie looked at his tall back and curled her lips.
I fried the leftover dumplings from yesterday and cooked some rice porridge. The aroma of the dumplings and the rice porridge mixed together and filled the whole house. It was very fragrant.
When He Mengjie brought the dumplings out, Wenxuan had already sat down in front of the table unceremoniously. "I have to say, the dumplings you made taste good." When He Mengjie brought the rice porridge from the kitchen, he had already eaten it.
I ordered a fried dumpling and muttered something.
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment. She had never heard him praise anyone before, and she was really not used to it. Just when she didn't know how to respond to his words, she heard him say softly: "Thank you!"
He Mengjie was startled and looked at him with wide eyes. What? Did he say "thank you"? She couldn't help but rub her ears, and then turned to look at the sun outside the window.
Her ears seemed fine, and the sun also came out from the east. So she thought she was hallucinating, so she asked, "What did you say?"
Wenxuan's handsome face seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He hadn't styled his hair with mousse that morning and it was disheveled on his head, which made him look like a big boy leading the family. He Mengjie was inexplicably dizzy again. She didn't know it was because of what he had just said.
That sentence scared me, and when I was frying the dumplings, they were smoky with oil.
"I said, thank you for letting me taste the dumplings made by my lovely baby." He emphasized.
"Oh..." He Mengjie responded softly. She should have been modest in her gratitude to him, but inexplicably, she felt a fire in her heart. Now that she knows how to thank me, what did she do last night!
She thought of his contemptuous and ruthless look last night, and her anger surged upwards. She couldn't help but snorted from between her teeth: "Well, if I weren't a fake tutor from a normal university, you would really
Can’t taste the dumplings made by your daughter!”
Wenxuan didn't seem to hear the irony in her words, and said seriously: "I think you are not pretending. Now even Tingyu says he likes you, which proves that you are indeed studying preschool education!"
"Hmph..." He Mengjie couldn't help but snort twice after hearing this. Wen Tingyu likes her! He is probably the only father who is so naive! Why does Wen Tingyu "like" her?
It seems that she understands the reason best. But she is not afraid. If soldiers come to block it and water comes to cover it, she doesn't believe that she can't take in the "Red Boy"!
Wenxuan looked at He Mengjie's evil expression and frowned. Just when he was about to ask her what she was thinking, Wen Tingyu came downstairs.
She was always dressed in a sweet style, wearing a green polka-dot sarong with her hair disheveled. Her eyes seemed to still have the laziness from just waking up, but they lit up when she saw the golden fried dumplings on the table.
one time.
He Mengjie knew that she wanted to eat it, so she immediately turned around to serve the rice porridge.
When she came out, Wen Tingyu's little mouth was bulging. It seemed that Wenxuan had fed her. She sat on the sofa with her back to her and ordered: "Comb my hair!"
He Mengjie replied coldly: "Please!"
Wen Tingyu turned to look at her, her face full of anger. But when her eyes glanced at Wenxuan, she suddenly changed her mind, rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly: "Okay, please teach Mr. He
Help me comb my hair, okay?" After saying that, he winked at Wenxuan and smiled.
Wenxuan nodded appreciatively towards her, looking very happy.
He Mengjie looked at the gentle smile on his face and snorted coldly in her heart. This little girl knows how to please her father very well. She does one thing on the surface but another behind her back.
He Mengjie went to the bathroom to get a comb, came out to comb her hair, and made a Korean-style scorpion braid. Wen Tingyu took a look in the mirror and was very surprised: "Teacher He, this braid is so beautiful!"
He Mengjie didn't rush to answer, but took a closer look at her. Her expression was very genuine, and it wasn't like she was pretending. It was probably because no one had really braided her hair like this. Then she felt relieved and raised her chin.