Although she didn't want to admit it, it was the truth.
She sighed, put the phone aside, and turned around to continue coaxing her daughter to take a nap.
As a result, this turn around almost scared her to death.
Tang Jingze didn't know when he came in.
He was standing right behind her, so close that she could run into his arms as soon as she turned around.
Her mouth opened, and her frightened instinctive reaction made her want to scream, but the next second, Tang Jingze's hand reached out to cover her mouth, and then he leaned close to her and reminded her: "Your daughter is asleep, what do you want?"
Wake her up?"
Wen Yue: "..."
She slowly turned her head to look at the bed.
It turned out that when she answered the phone, Mianmian had already fallen asleep.
Wen Yue withdrew her gaze, opened Tang Jingze's hand, breathed a little faster, and her voice was trembling: "Mr. Tang, you scared me."
She was answering Tang Yusheng's call just now, with all kinds of emotions digesting in her heart, and she didn't realize when Tang Jingze came in!
Tang Jingze spoke in a cold tone: "Yusheng's phone number?"
Wen Yue swallowed her saliva and nodded lightly: "Yes."
Tang Jingze asked: "What did he say to make you look so bad?"
Wen Yue subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face. Does she look bad?
At this time, Tang Jingze's hand suddenly stretched out.
Wen Yue saw his hand and suddenly avoided it as if she was stressed. She frowned and asked warily: "Mr. Tang, what are you doing?"
Tang Jingze's hand stopped in mid-air: "Your hair is messed up."
In the past two days of Wen Yuelu's program, she didn't care much about her image. Her hair often looked a bit messy, and she didn't do much to keep it in order to maintain a natural look.
Leng Buding saw Tang Jingze reaching out to fix her hair. Wen Yue resisted such intimacy and subconsciously avoided contact. Especially thinking of the forced kiss in the car made her feel uncomfortable for a while and she didn't get over it. She was hiding whenever she could.
, and will never let him take advantage again.
But Wen Yue didn't know that the more she acted like this, the more she would arouse Tang Jingze's desire to conquer.
When Wen Yue avoided Tang Jingze's touch, he showed displeasure, grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him: "What are you hiding from?"
Wen Yue raised her head to meet his aggressive gaze and replied: "Mr. Tang, please respect yourself."
Tang Jingze stared at her pretty lips: "Are you self-respecting?"
His sudden smile made Wen Yue shiver all over. She struggled with her arms a few times, but in vain. Finally, she simply followed his temper: "...Mr. Tang, I didn't distinguish between status. It was my fault."
Her proactive submission made Tang Jingze particularly satisfied: "Knowing how to advance and retreat is quite interesting."
Wen Yue raised a forced smile on her lips: "As long as Mr. Tang is satisfied."
After Tang Jingze let go of her hand, Wen Yue immediately withdrew three steps away from Tang Jingze and opened a safe distance, then asked: "Mr. Tang, why haven't you left yet? Aren't you busy?"
Tang Jingze took off his coat, unbuttoned and rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing half of his thin and strong forearms, and then pointed at the stains on his trouser legs.
Wen Yue was so close just now that Wen Yue didn't notice that Tang Jingze's pants were dirty.
Where he saw his fingers, a stain soaked in vegetable soup suddenly appeared before her eyes. Wen Yue suddenly remembered that not long ago she went to deliver lunch to Tang Jingze and finally put the bamboo basket on his lap...
It turned out that the vegetable soup had overflowed.
And she did it.
Wen Yue looked embarrassed, changed the subject and asked, "Mr. Tang, is today's meal still to your liking?"
Tang Jingze told the truth: "General."
Wen Yue: "..."
She originally wanted to forget it, but she felt vaguely unconvinced. She wanted to defend herself, but she didn't know what to say. She racked her brains and replied: "You are just average."
These words, coupled with Wen Yue's angry expression, made Tang Jingze lower his eyes and couldn't help but laugh: "An average match can be considered a perfect match."
Wen Yue doesn't like this word: "A perfect match is only after death."
Tang Jingze was slightly stunned. He didn't know whether to be angry or laughing for a moment. He simply stopped teasing her and pointed at his pants: "Help me fix this stain."
Wen Yue's apricot eyes widened slightly, and she said in confusion: "Can't you go to the city and buy a new set?"
Tang Jingze said confidently: "No, whoever caused it will deal with it."
Wen Yue couldn't help but cursed: "You are sick."
Tang Jingze narrowed his narrow eyes with a dangerous expression: "You messed with me twice today."
Wen Yue pretended to have forgotten: "How could it be twice?"
She remembers calling him a dog for the first time.
Tang Jingze's attitude was undeniable: "We'll find a way to deal with it."
His tone seemed to ask her to compromise.
Because in Tang Jingze's opinion, the woman who follows him must at least be well-behaved and sensible, and Wen Yue must be one of them.
However, he did not expect that Wen Yue was not only sensible, but also seemed to be too sensible. This time, she did not refute him, but said directly to him:
