Seeing that He Mengjie was silent, Wenxuan nodded and said, "Go to bed quickly."
He Mengjie looked down at her feet and said in a low voice, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Wenxuan glanced at her strangely: "I still have to take a shower, I'm too tired today..."
He Mengjie stretched out her hand in front of him.
Wenxuan raised his eyebrows in confusion.
He Mengjie bit her lip: "Where is your camera? You took the camera away this afternoon, which made Tingyu suspicious of me. She always said that I stole her camera."
Wenxuan chuckled and reached for the bag he had thrown casually at the other end of the sofa. He Mengjie saw that he seemed to be struggling to even bend down, so he naturally walked over to help him get it. Just as he reached for it, he suddenly bumped into him.
Hands that can reach over.
His fingertips touched the back of her hand, and for a moment something soft and numb seemed to run through her body, causing He Mengjie to stand up straight.
He Mengjie felt her face burning up again, and she quickly lowered her head and lowered her eyelids.
Wenxuan was also a little dazed, but then he returned to normal. He took the bag in his hand, took out the small camera, and handed it to He Mengjie's eyes: "Here it is."
He Mengjie took the camera and had a strong desire to open it and take a look at the photos he took, so she raised her eyes and asked him.
Wenxuan saw what she meant and nodded without saying anything.
He Mengjie turned on the camera curiously, but was disappointed.
There is only one photo taken today in the camera, and it is not a photo of people, but a photo of the interior environment of a bar. The blue lights give it a different mood.
"Just this one?" she couldn't help but blurt out.
"Isn't one picture enough? I'm not a person who likes to take pictures." Wenxuan replied calmly, got up and walked to the bathroom.
He Mengjie looked at his slender back and glared hard. He just took a photo, what were he doing with a camera? Something seemed to jump in his heart. Could it be that...he was really trying to prevent her from deleting that ugly photo.
Did you take the camera away?
He Mengjie shook her head quickly. It was impossible. Why did he want ugly photos of her? They must have been originally intended to be taken, but when they got there they found there was nothing to take, so they didn't take them.
He Mengjie put the camera on the coffee table and prepared to stop this boring speculation and go to bed. With a glance, she saw the painting underneath the magazine on the coffee table. The painting was originally written by Wen Tingyu and was waiting for her.
His father came back to give it to him, but fell asleep before he could.
He Mengjie took out the painting, looked at the big figure in the painting carefully, and couldn't help but smile. Sometimes, she couldn't help but admire herself. It turned out that she was so talented in art, and this big figure really looked like him.
.
He Mengjie happily placed the painting on top of the magazine, fearing that Wenxuan wouldn't see it, and used his tea cup to hold down a corner of the painting.
I was about to go upstairs to go to bed. Just as I reached the stairs, I heard the bathroom door click open.
He Mengjie turned around to look in surprise. She was surprised that Wenxuan was taking a bath at an incredibly fast speed, but she saw him walking out topless again.
Just like in the morning, his hair was a little messy. Seeing He Mengjie standing at the top of the stairs, he rubbed his head in embarrassment: "Well... I didn't bring my pajamas." He passed her and walked upstairs.
He Mengjie stared straight at his naked back, jumped slightly, and followed him upstairs involuntarily.
Going upstairs, he went to the left - his room, and she went to the right - the room where Aunt Wang originally slept.
When she was about to enter the room, he suddenly stopped her again: "Can you help me get a bowl of noodles? I drank too much tonight and didn't eat much. My stomach is sour and I feel a little uncomfortable."
He Mengjie rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. Half of his body was leaning out of the door, his deep eyes full of apology and pleading.
He Mengjie sighed softly and replied authoritatively: "Okay! What kind of noodles do you want?"
Wenxuan grinned, "Just Yangchun noodles, don't put anything else, just put some soy sauce and vinegar."
Of course, He Mengjie couldn't just put in nothing, so she put in some shredded pork, dried tofu and shredded green peppers. Finally, she added a few drops of sesame oil into the noodles, and the smell of sesame oil suddenly filled the entire living room.
Wenxuan happened to come out of the bathroom, wearing loose pajamas and wiping his hair with a bath towel. His hair was rubbed and messy on his head, making him look a little cute.
He Mengjie quickly lowered her eyes and placed the noodles firmly on the dining table. Wenxuan sat down at the dining table, smelled it, and praised intoxicatedly: "It's very fragrant!"
He Mengjie smiled shyly.
To be honest, although he staged a kissing scene in front of her after drinking tonight, he seemed more gentle and down-to-earth after drinking compared to his usual calmness and "venomous tongue".
For some reason, He Mengjie still likes the down-to-earth person he is now.
When he took the chopsticks, his usually stern face actually showed an expression of pure joy like a child, which made He Mengjie's heart skip a beat. However, his heart only skipped a beat, and a new problem arose.
Wenxuan frowned and looked at the pile of green pepper shreds piled next to the shredded pork.
He Mengjie curled her lips and said, "Didn't some people say that it is good to eat green peppers? If a father cannot lead by example, how can he make his daughter do well?"
Wenxuan looked up at her, picked up a shredded green pepper with chopsticks, brought it to his mouth, ate it with a grin on his face, and then pushed all the remaining shredded green pepper onto the table.
He Mengjie immediately became angry when she saw it. How could he act like a child and do such a childish thing!
Wenxuan ignored her glare, slurped up the noodles with relish, and soon ate the big bowl to the ground.
He Mengjie looked at the way he was eating, and there was no trace of the elegant way he looked when eating Western food at noon today. She couldn't help but snorted and said: "It seems that no matter how elegant he is when eating Western food, he still looks the same when eating Chinese noodles!"
Wenxuan drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, frowned and replied: "Forget about the Western food, thanks to you, I haven't eaten enough since noon!"
He Mengjie glared at him: "What do you mean it's my blessing? Is it your daughter's blessing? Are you the only one who hasn't eaten enough? I still have indigestion." She remembered the embarrassment when nurse Xiaomiao left.
With such a look, he couldn't help but smile and said, "I guess Xiaomiao also has indigestion."
Hearing her mention Xiaomiao, Wenxuan couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. "What are you doing and why are you going there?" He said with some annoyance.
He Mengjie shrugged her shoulders: "Don't you know your daughter yet? She is planning to marry your father when she grows up. How can she let you pick up girls?"