He Mengjie shrugged: "Your camera was taken away by your father. He had a party in the evening and said he wanted to take pictures."
Wen Tingyu said angrily: "You're lying, my dad hates taking pictures. This camera was originally bought for me, and he has never taken pictures!"
He Mengjie was startled, remembering Wenxuan's expression when holding the camera, and her heart trembled.
At this time, Wen Tingyu became angry: "Tell me, did you secretly hide my camera in order to delete that photo?"
He Mengjie looked aggrieved: "How dare I hide your camera? You are the mistress of this house! It was indeed your father who took it. Maybe he suddenly got interested in taking pictures today?" She said and took out the camera.
He turned on his mobile phone and pretended to make a call, "How about I call your dad and you ask him yourself?"
Wen Tingyu stared at He Mengjie's face suspiciously for a while, probably not seeing any clues, and finally shook her head and said, "Forget it. You comb my hair, I'll be painting later."
He Mengjie hurriedly helped Wen Tingyu comb her hair, and Wen Tingyu sat at the desk seriously and began to draw. He was just doodling, and after a while he drew a big monster. It looked different and ugly.
Wen Tingyu tilted his head and looked at her and asked, "Can you write?"
Nonsense! He Mengjie rolled her eyes, did she think she was Wen Tingyu?
"What are you writing about?" He Mengjie pouted, turned the drawing paper to herself, picked up the pen and asked Wen Tingyu.
"Just write next to it, Teacher He." Wen Tingyu pursed her lips and said.
This damn "red boy"! He Mengjie turned around and looked at her sideways. Her little face bulged, and she seemed to be smiling secretly. She rolled her eyes, and wrote three words next to the painting: "Shuashuashua"
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Wen Tingyu stretched out his head to take a look, his face suddenly darkened, and he said angrily: "What did you write!"
He Mengjie blinked: "Teacher He!"
"You lied! What you wrote was my name!" Wen Tingyu tapped the three beautiful words with her fat little finger.
He Mengjie spread his hands and shrugged: "Who told you not to write? Since you asked me to write, you must listen to me."
Wen Tingyu snorted heavily, crumpled the paper into a ball in his hands, and threw it on the ground.
He Mengjie ignored her, took a piece of paper and started to draw seemingly casually, and it was done in a short while.
Wen Tingyu couldn't help but stretched out his head to take a look curiously. When he saw it, his big dark eyes suddenly lit up.
It turned out that He Mengjie drew a little girl on paper with a cartoon-like big head, but very cute. He Mengjie wrote the words "Teacher He" next to the drawing.
Wen Tingyu immediately protested: "This is clearly me, why don't you write my name?"
He Mengjie smiled, pulled out a small piece of paper, wrote the words "Wen Tingyu" and said to her: "Practice like me. You are so smart that you will learn it immediately. Then write your name yourself."
Next to the painting, okay?"
Although Wen Tingyu pouted, she still lowered her head and practiced as she wrote. I have to say that she was indeed a smart child and she learned it in a short time.
Wen Tingyu was not busy writing his name next to the painting. He rolled his big eyes and said to He Mengjie: "I guess you can't draw my dad!"
He Mengjie smiled slightly, fearing that if she didn't draw, she would provoke him. She didn't say anything, took a piece of white paper, closed her eyes and thought for a while.
Wenxuan's handsome face immediately appeared in her mind, like a movie, so lifelike and so close, she could even see clearly the small, inconspicuous mole on his face.
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He Mengjie was a little frightened and opened her eyes suddenly. How could she remember him so clearly?
She stretched out her hand to caress her racing heart, shook her head, and comforted herself. She must have been so "venomous" by him at the beginning, so she remembered his death very clearly. Didn't people also say this to their enemies?
"I will never forget your appearance even if I die." Of course, he is not her enemy, but his "venomous tongue" also makes people have the urge to beat him to death.
He Mengjie was so immersed in her thoughts here that she didn't know that Wen Tingyu had been observing her for a long time. Finally, Wen Tingyu became impatient and reached out to pull her out: "My dad is so handsome, I miss you."
Are you reluctant to stop?"
He Mengjie curled her lips and snorted: "Who said your dad is handsome? I think he is very ugly! In other words, you treat him like a treasure all day long!"
Wen Tingyu stopped talking and stared at her eyes suspiciously. This time, He Mengjie shifted her gaze to the white paper with a guilty conscience. In order to end the topic quickly, she started to draw, and slowly started to draw.
It feels like the tip of the pen is jumping at the back.
Finally, He Mengjie threw away the pen, clapped her hands and said, "Okay!"
Wen Tingyu seemed to be afraid that he would not appreciate it carefully enough, so he turned the paper over and looked at it carefully.
On the drawing paper, there is a portrait of a man with a big head and a small body. The face is not handsome, but it is very similar to Wenxuan. What is special is that he has a pair of particularly large glasses on the bridge of his nose and is holding an official document in his hand.
Bao, looks very humorous.
Wen Tingyu looked at it and smiled and said: "This is indeed my dad, and I also think the pair of glasses he wears are very bad, hahaha!" She didn't know what she was thinking of, but she burst out laughing at the end.
He Mengjie blinked and asked her: "Do you want to write the word dad next to your dad's painting and give it to him as a gift when he comes back in the evening?"
When Wen Tingyu heard this, she immediately clapped her hands and applauded. She sat down seriously and began to copy "Dad" written by He Mengjie for her.
Unknowingly, He Mengjie and Wen Tingyu spent an entire afternoon in peace, which made He Mengjie very happy.
As he said, Wenxuan showed no sign of coming back until seven o'clock in the evening. At eight o'clock, Wen Tingyu's eyes became a little lackluster while watching TV. At nine o'clock, she started to take a nap, but she couldn't hold on.
She refused to go upstairs to sleep. The painting was placed in her hand. She swore during dinner that she would give the gift to her as soon as her father came back.
It's a pity that Wenxuan finally failed Wen Tingyu's enthusiasm. It wasn't until ten o'clock that Wen Tingyu finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep, and he still hadn't come back.
He Mengjie carried Wen Tingyu upstairs, covered her with a quilt, and sat in the living room again. Although the TV was on, she always paid special attention to what was going on outside.
When the clock reached eleven o'clock, there was suddenly a bright light outside. He Mengjie knew that it was the headlights of a car, jumped up suddenly, opened the door and went out.