"But I still want to emphasize to you -" Wenxuan's words had just left his mouth, but he was suddenly interrupted by a "hissing" sound like a piece of cloth being torn. He suddenly looked at He Mengjie's skirt in surprise.
He Mengjie looked down in horror, only to see that her skirt was torn from the front of her legs, from the corner of the skirt to her lower abdomen, revealing the small pink panties she was wearing underneath!
He Mengjie was instantly embarrassed. She stood up abruptly as a reflex, put her hand in front of her legs, and pressed her torn skirt on her thighs.
Probably her movements were too intense and too wide, which affected the shirt she was wearing. Two buttons of the shirt also broke off at the same time. By coincidence, they happened to be the two crucial ones on the chest. So the pink
Her bra was also exposed, and her plump curves were exposed to Wenxuan's eyes without any cover-up while she was slightly bent over.
He Mengjie's face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly covered her chest with her other hand. So now her movements became very weird, half-bending her waist, holding her legs tightly, covering her lower body with one hand, and covering her lower body with the other.
He looked up, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Wenxuan was stunned. After a few seconds, he finally came to his senses and moved his eyes away from her chest. "It seems that you are indeed not an ordinary person." His words were low and deep, and it was hard to tell whether they were sarcastic or teasing.
But He Mengjie thought that was an extremely contemptuous mockery.
He Mengjie's face had long turned red as an eggplant, partly because of shame, and partly because of anger at his words.
"I want to change clothes!" Her voice was cold and a little angry.
Wenxuan raised an almost imperceptible smile on his lips and replied: "I think the way you are now is just suitable for you to go to the bathroom and wait for me to get you clothes. Otherwise, if you let the children see it, they will think that the clothes should be
It looks good if you wear it this way, but it’s terrible!”
He Mengjie glared at him, gritted her teeth, swallowed a series of curses back in her throat, and trotted into the bathroom.
The water on the bathroom floor had been cleaned up by Aunt Wang, and it looked smooth and shiny. He Mengjie closed the door, turned around, and fell to the ground with a bang. She fell so hard that her eyes were filled with stars and her head was dizzy.
He Mengjie waited for a while before she regained her composure. She put out her hands on the ground and was about to stand up, but her hands were all sticky. It turned out that the shiny thing on the ground was not clean water, but slippery oil!
A surge of anger suddenly surged into He Mengjie's heart, driving her almost crazy. If the clothes she was wearing hadn't become even more torn because of the fall, she would have rushed out of the bathroom to grab the mischievous kid.
A good beating.
He Mengjie carefully got up from the ground with an angry face, stood next to the piece of oil, and looked up at her embarrassed self in the mirror.
Not to mention the embarrassment of being almost naked. Because of her anger, her face was a little twisted and turned ferocious, which completely destroyed her original delicate beauty. And her hair, I don’t know if it was caused by anger or falling.
, messy, the two braids are now like two feather dusters, hanging on the shoulders.
He Mengjie's face fell instantly and she was so frustrated. She, He Mengjie, had been a child since she was a child. She would fight on trees and do pranks, and she had never suffered a loss. Today she capsized in this gutter!
She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and swore fiercely to herself in the mirror. She swore that she would subdue the "red boy" and let her wash her "lotus throne" properly.
The bathroom door knocked softly a few times, and it must be the "venomous tongue man" who came to deliver clothes.
She opened the door a small crack and stretched out her hand. Wenxuan immediately handed the clothes to her hand.
She locked the door, carefully checked the corners of the clothes, and stretched them hard. When she felt that the clothes were strong everywhere, she finally felt relieved and wore them.
It wasn't until she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror that she realized that the top Wenxuan gave her was a men's plaid shirt. The shirt was a little too big, and the short sleeves became medium sleeves, but when He Mengjie wore it on tall and tall
However, her body shows a different kind of casual style. The beautiful figure does not need to be tightly wrapped, but is looming under the big shirt, which makes it even more charming.
The jeans underneath were obviously women's. They were slightly shorter, but they wrapped He Mengjie's legs well, making them appear slender and slender.
This outfit, paired with her sneakers, is very suitable. He Mengjie blinked at herself in the mirror, and was a little unsure for a moment. Did Wenxuan deliberately match the clothes for her like this, or did he just take them casually?
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She took apart the two braids, combed a ponytail on the back of her head, and then casually twisted her long hair into a bun. In this way, she looked more neat and youthful. Follow
Her outfit matches her perfectly.
She turned around and opened the bathroom door, slightly startled.
What she didn't expect was that Wenxuan was standing outside the door, waiting for her with his hands folded on his chest. When he saw her coming out, he finally asked what she thought was the most graceful question so far: "Are the clothes appropriate?"
Obviously there was no need to answer this question. He Mengjie curled her lips and said angrily: "Very good."
Wenxuan stared at her and said, "Since it's suitable, let's go upstairs and let Tingyu and you get to know each other formally." After that, he turned around and went up the stairs.
He Mengjie pouted at his back, and then followed him. She went upstairs and walked to the door of a room. The door was tightly closed. Wenxuan reached out and turned the doorknob and found that it was locked from the inside.
Wenxuan frowned, raised his voice and said to the room: "Tingyu, open the door, the teacher is here!"
"I don't want a teacher!" Wen Tingyu shouted willfully from inside the room.
Wenxuan's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his lips moved, but no words came out. It seemed that there was no good way for her to open the door.
At this time, He Mengjie stepped forward and suddenly raised her voice and said: "Oh, thank you, Mr. Wen, the gift you gave me is so beautiful!"
Wenxuan suddenly looked at He Mengjie with wide eyes in surprise, wondering what she was doing. He Mengjie put her hand on her lips to signal him to be silent, and then added loudly: "Let's go, Mr. Wen, we
Let’s go downstairs and have a chat!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" on the door, the door opened, and Wen Tingyu stood at the door with an angry face.
Today she was wearing a pink puff-sleeved princess dress with two small braids, and her slightly curly hair swayed gently by her cheeks, much like a doll.
However, her expression was not as cute as that of a doll. She was pouting and angry just like He Mengjie had seen her for the first time that day. She glared at He Mengjie and stretched out a small hand in front of her fiercely.