He Mengjie pulled him and motioned him to go to the auditorium: "Don't you notice that she is happier these days? It's rare that no children hate her, isn't it?"
Wenxuan didn't speak, but his eyes clearly softened when he looked at her.
He Mengjie smiled: "So, what are you worried about? Tingyu has already gained happiness from interacting with the children. Isn't this what you want as a father?"
Wenxuan nodded reluctantly.
He Mengjie held the corners of her mouth with her hands and put on a smiling posture: "So, poker face, smile a little and use your camera to take some photos of your cute little princess as a souvenir." She said, putting the camera away.
It was stuffed into his hand.
Wenxuan twitched the corner of his mouth and replied dully: "I never take photos."
He Mengjie shrugged her shoulders: "I don't care anyway, it's not my daughter who is performing in a stage play."
Wenxuan glared at her and reluctantly fiddled with the camera. He opened the camera's photo album and flipped through the photos in it casually. Most of them were taken by Wen Tingyu himself. When he turned to the last one,
He stopped, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
He raised his head and glanced at He Mengjie, and saw that she was looking towards the stage with her head stretched out. A gentle light flashed in his eyes.
On the stage, Wen Tingyu and her friends have come out. Although Wen Tingyu only played the role of a sad little tree, she seemed quite serious and dedicated.
He Mengjie was quite satisfied with Wen Tingyu's performance. She turned to Wenxuan and said proudly, "Tingyu has become so cute and well-behaved now. This is all my credit!"
Wenxuan raised the corners of his mouth and responded with a half-smile: "Yes, yes."
He Mengjie pursed her lips and squinted her eyes: "I work so well, doesn't the boss give me a reward?"
Wenxuan replied seriously: "I saved your life, isn't that the biggest reward?"
He Mengjie's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned red. She remembered the scene of being artificially resuscitated. "Then I saved your daughter!" She protested not to be outdone.
Wenxuan rolled his eyes at her: "I saved my daughter myself, okay? If you go, it's just adding to the chaos."
How angry was He Mengjie for erasing her contribution with just one sentence? If she hadn't used her back to support Wen Tingyu's feet and bought precious time, would Wen Tingyu not be injured at all?
When she was feeling angry, she suddenly heard a soft voice in her ear: "Thank you."
He Mengjie was startled and turned her head to look at Wenxuan in astonishment, not daring to believe her ears.
At this time, the distance between the two of them was very close, and she could clearly see the gentle look in his eyes, and her heart trembled involuntarily.
"What did you just say?" she asked, her heart beating like a drum.
Wenxuan's eyes blinked, and the look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by his usual calmness. "I didn't say anything, it's already started. If you don't look at Tingyu, what are you doing?" he said.
He raised his camera and started taking pictures very seriously.
He Mengjie stared blankly at his side face for a long time, seeing that he had no other expression at all. She had to take a deep breath and turned her head to watch the stage play.
The stage play was quite exciting, but He Mengjie felt that no matter how exciting it was, it was far less exciting than Wen Tingyu's performance. Although she only played the role of a big tree, her tender voice and cute expression still won applause from the audience.