Fortunately, Wen Tingyu didn't seem to cause any damage. He went upstairs and just stood at the stairs, waiting for He Mengjie to come and mop the floor.
He Mengjie took out a rag from the bucket and put it into Wen Tingyu's hand: "From now on, we will wipe it together. If you behave well, I will only tell Mr. Wen the good things you did today when you come back in the evening."
Wen Tingyu glanced at her, knelt on the ground with a cloth, and began to wipe. He Mengjie also took a piece of cloth and wiped with her.
The weather was hot, and although the house was a little cool, both of them were sweating profusely after a while. Wen Tingyu's little face turned red with heat, but he didn't say a word and wiped the floor violently as if he was angry.
He Mengjie looked at her, got up and went downstairs, taking out the ice cream she had made a few days ago from the refrigerator. "Without Hagendas, the ice cream I made is also delicious!" She teased her with a smile.
Wen Tingyu pursed her lips and said nothing.
He Mengjie rolled her eyes, quietly took out her mobile phone from her bag, stood on the stairs and took a few photos of Wen Tingyu mopping the floor. Then she walked downstairs and sat down to eat ice cream, talking while eating.
: "Oh, it's so sweet!"
Wen Tingyu stopped, went to the stairs, straightened up and looked down.
He Mengjie went upstairs with the ice cream, handed it to her hand, reached out and wiped her forehead with her sleeve, and said with a smile: "Okay, you can eat the ice cream, leave the floor to me."
Wen Tingyu stood stunned for a while, then went downstairs with the ice cream.
He Mengjie scrubbed the floor hard. By the time the aisles on the second floor and the floors in the storage room were clean, the shirt on her body was already soaked through. Taking advantage of her enthusiasm, she wiped the tables and chairs upstairs and downstairs.
Once, then stop.
Wen Tingyu had gone back to her house long ago, and He Mengjie stood at her door and asked, "I'm going to take a shower, will you take a shower?"
Wen Tingyu probably thought about what He Mengjie had done with water just now, so she curled her lips and said nothing.
He Mengjie smiled and said: "As long as you don't do bad things first, I will never punish you. Let's take a bath together, and then I will give you a beautiful braid and a beautiful skirt, okay?"
Wen Tingyu nodded.
He Mengjie went to collect her "big-mouthed monkey" and took a bath with Wen Tingyu. Wen Tingyu was a little cautious at first, but gradually got better. After washing, He Mengjie helped her blow dry and comb her hair, and dressed up again.
She looks like a little princess and goes to bed with her to take a nap.
He Mengjie sat next to her, turned on soothing music, gently stroked her face, and coaxed her to sleep.
Wen Tingyu was surprisingly well-behaved at the moment. Her long eyelashes fluttered one by one, gradually becoming weak, and finally she closed them and fell asleep. He Mengjie touched her soft little face, which was silkier than satin, and unconsciously
Show a smile.
What a lovely child. If she wasn't so unruly and willful, how much more adorable would she be?
She looked at her delicate facial features and tried to find Wenxuan's shadow in them. Unfortunately, it seemed that this girl had inherited her mother's genes and had no resemblance to Wenxuan. However, thinking of how mean this girl was, He Mengjie couldn't bear it.
Zhu chuckled lightly, it seemed like she had inherited this temper from her father.
The more He Mengjie thought about it, the more she became absorbed in it. Unknowingly, she thought about the process of getting to know Wenxuan in the past few days. At this moment, Wen Tingyu next to her didn't know what she was dreaming about, and murmured to herself.
He Mengjie was curious for a moment and couldn't help but leaned close to her ear and asked softly: "What did you say?"
Wen Tingyu muttered a few words, and suddenly raised her voice and called: "Mom!" She stretched out her arms, and immediately hugged He Mengjie's neck tightly. She became more and more anxious, "Mom, mom, you
Where is it!"
He Mengjie's heart suddenly felt sour, and her eyes turned red. She stretched out her hand to hug her tightly, and said softly in her ear: "It's okay, baby, mom is by your side..."
Her words seemed to have a magical power, making Wen Tingyu gradually calm down. He Mengjie gently opened her little hands and put her on the bed again.
Standing up, she felt her face was a little cold. She raised her hand to wipe it, and her hand was filled with tears.
Mom... This is probably the pain in Wen Tingyu's heart, and it is also the deepest pain in her heart, He Mengjie!
In her memory, her mother seemed very beautiful, quiet and rarely spoke. She didn’t know how old she was at that time, but she only remembered that she always liked to pester her and let her hold her. At that time, her mother would pick her up.
, but there are always tears in her eyes. This is probably why she can't help crying once the word "mom" is mentioned.
Her mother suddenly committed suicide when she was four years old. She once asked her grandmother and grandfather, but she only received a beating. Later, people in the village said that her mother was mentally ill...
He Mengjie quietly walked out of Wen Tingyu's room, her heart filled with sadness for no reason. For many years, she had almost forgotten that "vocabulary", but today, this little girl reopened the scars in her heart.
.
Maybe, it was not her who exposed it, but the scar has not completely healed in her heart. I thought it was fine, but in fact, I just didn't encounter the trigger that caused the scar to become inflamed. Today, the "scar" became inflamed. He Mengjie sat on the sofa
, covering his face with his hands, full of sadness.
When she was a child, her mother's voice and smile hit her heart without warning, making her helpless and sad. She suddenly understood Wen Tingyu, her precocity, her unruliness and willfulness. Her little heart
Probably she is also full of regretful loneliness... A child without a mother cannot afford to be hurt!
He Mengjie suddenly sat up from the sofa and shook her head hard, just like what she usually did when she wanted to get rid of sadness and depression. She took a deep breath and forced herself to think about her grandfather who was still lying in bed.
Suddenly my heart was full of motivation.
She jumped up, tidied the house, cleaned the kitchen, and used labor to forget the sorrow in her heart. After a while, the entire living room and kitchen looked bright and clean.
When she finally recovered from her fatigue and sat down to rest, she looked at the clock and saw that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon! Oh my god, was it time to start cooking dinner again?
Wen Tingyu's voice sounded from upstairs, it seemed like crying.
He Mengjie was startled and ran upstairs quickly, where she saw her sitting sleepily on the bed crying, crying so sadly. This time it was definitely not a cunning pretense, she was really crying.
He Mengjie rushed over, hugged her into his arms, and asked softly: "What's wrong, Tingyu?"
Wen Tingyu cried and said: "I dreamed of my mother, but she hugged me and left. I couldn't find her..." Fortunately, Wen Tingyu didn't seem to cause any damage.
When I went upstairs, I just stood at the stairs, waiting for He Mengjie to come and mop the floor.
He Mengjie took out a rag from the bucket and put it into Wen Tingyu's hand: "From now on, we will wipe it together. If you behave well, I will only tell Mr. Wen the good things you did today when you come back in the evening."
Wen Tingyu glanced at her, knelt on the ground with a cloth, and began to wipe. He Mengjie also took a piece of cloth and wiped with her.
The weather was hot, and although the house was a little cool, both of them were sweating profusely after a while. Wen Tingyu's little face turned red with heat, but he didn't say a word and wiped the floor violently as if he was angry.
He Mengjie looked at her, got up and went downstairs, taking out the ice cream she had made a few days ago from the refrigerator. "Without Hagendas, the ice cream I made is also delicious!" She teased her with a smile.
Wen Tingyu pursed her lips and said nothing.
He Mengjie rolled her eyes, quietly took out her mobile phone from her bag, stood on the stairs and took a few photos of Wen Tingyu mopping the floor. Then she walked downstairs and sat down to eat ice cream, talking while eating.
: "Oh, it's so sweet!"
Wen Tingyu stopped, went to the stairs, straightened up and looked down.
He Mengjie went upstairs with the ice cream, handed it to her hand, reached out and wiped her forehead with her sleeve, and said with a smile: "Okay, you can eat the ice cream, leave the floor to me."
Wen Tingyu stood stunned for a while, then went downstairs with the ice cream.
He Mengjie scrubbed the floor hard. By the time the aisles on the second floor and the floors in the storage room were clean, the shirt on her body was already soaked through. Taking advantage of her enthusiasm, she wiped the tables and chairs upstairs and downstairs.
Once, then stop.
Wen Tingyu had gone back to her house long ago, and He Mengjie stood at her door and asked, "I'm going to take a shower, will you take a shower?"
Wen Tingyu probably thought about what He Mengjie had done with water just now, so she curled her lips and said nothing.
He Mengjie smiled and said: "As long as you don't do bad things first, I will never punish you. Let's take a bath together, and then I will give you a beautiful braid and a beautiful skirt, okay?"
Wen Tingyu nodded.
He Mengjie went to collect her "big-mouthed monkey" and took a bath with Wen Tingyu. Wen Tingyu was a little cautious at first, but gradually got better. After washing, He Mengjie helped her blow dry and comb her hair, and dressed up again.
She looks like a little princess and goes to bed with her to take a nap.
He Mengjie sat next to her, turned on soothing music, gently stroked her face, and coaxed her to sleep.
Wen Tingyu was surprisingly well-behaved at the moment. Her long eyelashes fluttered one by one, gradually becoming weak, and finally she closed them and fell asleep. He Mengjie touched her soft little face, which was silkier than satin, and unconsciously
Show a smile.
What a lovely child. If she wasn't so unruly and willful, how much more adorable would she be?
She looked at her delicate facial features and tried to find Wenxuan's shadow in them. Unfortunately, it seemed that this girl had inherited her mother's genes and had no resemblance to Wenxuan. However, thinking of how mean this girl was, He Mengjie couldn't bear it.
Zhu chuckled lightly, it seemed like she had inherited this temper from her father.
The more He Mengjie thought about it, the more she became absorbed in it. Unknowingly, she thought about the process of getting to know Wenxuan in the past few days. At this moment, Wen Tingyu next to her didn't know what she was dreaming about, and murmured to herself.
He Mengjie was curious for a moment and couldn't help but leaned close to her ear and asked softly: "What did you say?"
Wen Tingyu muttered a few words, and suddenly raised her voice and called: "Mom!" She stretched out her arms, and immediately hugged He Mengjie's neck tightly. She became more and more anxious, "Mom, mom, you
Where is it!"
He Mengjie's heart suddenly felt sour, and her eyes turned red. She stretched out her hand to hug her tightly, and said softly in her ear: "It's okay, baby, mom is by your side..."
Her words seemed to have a magical power, making Wen Tingyu gradually calm down. He Mengjie gently opened her little hands and put her on the bed again.
Standing up, she felt her face was a little cold. She raised her hand to wipe it, and her hand was filled with tears.
Mom... This is probably the pain in Wen Tingyu's heart, and it is also the deepest pain in her heart, He Mengjie!
In her memory, her mother seemed very beautiful, quiet and rarely spoke. She didn’t know how old she was at that time, but she only remembered that she always liked to pester her and let her hold her. At that time, her mother would pick her up.
, but there are always tears in her eyes. This is probably why she can't help crying once the word "mom" is mentioned.
Her mother suddenly committed suicide when she was four years old. She once asked her grandmother and grandfather, but she only received a beating. Later, people in the village said that her mother was mentally ill...
He Mengjie quietly walked out of Wen Tingyu's room, her heart filled with sadness for no reason. For many years, she had almost forgotten that "vocabulary", but today, this little girl reopened the scars in her heart.
.
Maybe, it was not her who exposed it, but the scar has not completely healed in her heart. I thought it was fine, but in fact, I just didn't encounter the trigger that caused the scar to become inflamed. Today, the "scar" became inflamed. He Mengjie sat on the sofa
, covering his face with his hands, full of sadness.
When she was a child, her mother's voice and smile hit her heart without warning, making her helpless and sad. She suddenly understood Wen Tingyu, her precocity, her unruliness and willfulness. Her little heart
Probably she is also full of regretful loneliness... A child without a mother cannot afford to be hurt!
He Mengjie suddenly sat up from the sofa and shook her head hard, just like what she usually did when she wanted to get rid of sadness and depression. She took a deep breath and forced herself to think about her grandfather who was still lying in bed.
Suddenly my heart was full of motivation.
She jumped up, tidied the house, cleaned the kitchen, and used labor to forget the sorrow in her heart. After a while, the entire living room and kitchen looked bright and clean.
When she finally recovered from her fatigue and sat down to rest, she looked at the clock and saw that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon! Oh my god, was it time to start cooking dinner again?
Wen Tingyu's voice sounded from upstairs, it seemed like crying.
He Mengjie was startled and ran upstairs quickly, where she saw her sitting sleepily on the bed crying, crying so sadly. This time it was definitely not a cunning pretense, she was really crying.
He Mengjie rushed over, hugged her into his arms, and asked softly: "What's wrong, Tingyu?"
Wen Tingyu cried and said: "I dreamed about my mother, but she hugged me and left. I couldn't find her..."