After her grandfather left, she valued friends more and more because friendship and love are things she can rely on now.
She was originally full of grievances and resentment, but now she suddenly met Wang Zihao who was asking about her well-being, and she couldn't help it.
When Wang Zihao saw He Mengjie crying, he was shocked and hurriedly brought her tissues in a hurry, keeping comforting: "It's okay, just tell me if you have anything!"
He Mengjie threw herself into his arms with a "wow" sound and started crying.
Wang Zihao clumsyly patted her back and kept comforting her...
After a long time, He Mengjie's mood finally stabilized a little, and then she stood up straight from Wang Zihao's arms.
She looked at him with a little apology and said, "Sorry, I couldn't help it for a while and even dirty your clothes."
"It's okay for clothes or something. What I'm worried about is you. What happened to you?" Wang Zihao held her shoulders and looked down at her red eyes. "You have something to do with Brother Wen, right?"
He Mengjie was silent for a while before taking out her cell phone and handing the photo to Wang Zihao.
Wang Zihao lowered his head and looked at the photo carefully, then suddenly laughed softly. "Oh, I said He Mengjie, you are so easy to deceive!"
He Mengjie still had crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes, and she looked at Wang Zihao in great surprise.
Wang Zihao said leisurely: "Fortunately you met me, otherwise you would have had a fuss with Brother Wen for this photo, and Brother Wen would probably be so angry."
He Mengjie was stunned.
Wang Zihao looked at her dazed look and couldn't help but pat her head: "Have you ever heard of a technology called PS?"
ps...
He Mengjie didn't react for a few seconds, and then asked stupidly for a long time: "What do you mean is this photo from p?"
Wang Zihao nodded heavily: "Of course it's p-s, it's obvious, but only those who are familiar with the profession can see that idiots like you must be heartbroken because of this photo."
He Mengjie touched her head and asked silly: "That means, Wenxuan didn't go to bed with Chen Yuelin?"
Wang Zihao shrugged: "Then I don't know, you have to communicate with Brother Wen. But this photo must be fake, I can guarantee it. But by the way - who is this Chen Yuelin?"
Wang Zihao squeezed his eyes at He Mengjie in a gossip.
He Mengjie glanced at him and replied: "It's Tingyu's biological mother!"
"Oh, my god! There's still this matter!" Wang Zihao screamed in a gossip, "What are she going to do? Compete with you Brother Wen?"
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for He Mengjie to answer, and immediately said confidently: "But don't worry, Brother Wen will not be stolen by her."
He Mengjie was curious: "Why?"
"Because Brother Wen doesn't like scheming women the most, this woman actually gives you a bed photo. This kind of person doesn't look good at it, so Brother Wen won't like her." Wang Zihao said confidently.
He Mengjie felt relieved immediately, and the fire that was originally depressed in her heart was slowly extinguished.
Wang Zihao patted her shoulder and comforted her: "You can calm down here and wait for Brother Wen to come back, and have a good talk with him. Don't quarrel. Quarrel is too sad to have feelings."
At this time, a colleague came to call Wang Zihao. Wang Zihao comforted He Mengjie and went to work.