Wen Qianqian pursed his lips and sat back on the bench.

Another sigh.

Wen Qianqian held his little face and looked at the crowd of people bitterly.

"Eh, I heard that the little princess of the Wen family is not biological?"

Lege is located in the city center, the most prosperous area, so even if it is past ten o'clock, there are many people coming and going.

When Wen Qianqian heard his name, he subconsciously pricked up his ears to listen.

"Tut-tut, you said that the bones of the little princess are quite hard now, I heard that her college was bought by her father's money, so she still wants to be independent. ”

"I guess it's a joke, and I guess it won't be long before she has to cry and call her mother to go home. ”

The man who spoke earlier shook his head: "It's hard to say, she is not the biological daughter of the Wen family, maybe she was kicked out." ”

Wen Qianqian wanted to applaud this person's idea, this is a brain hole that can only be seen after watching many wealthy dog blood dramas.

"Well, she's miserable. ”

Although she said that she was miserable, her tone did not have the slightest pity and sympathy, and she gloated brightly.

The two walked over the bench arm in arm, and Wen Qianqian subconsciously covered his face, for fear that they would find out.

The place where she sat was dimly lit, but it didn't attract much attention.

Across the road, a silver Audi stopped.

The door of the back seat was pushed open, and the first to come down was a long leg, the skirt was as good as the middle of the thigh, and the leg shape was slender and good-looking.

"Masks, masks!"

A hand stretched out from the driver's seat, waving a mask.

Mu Tian reached out and took it, and after putting it on, he hurriedly walked to the mall with his high heels.

She was wearing a mask and a hat, and she couldn't see her face, but she was in too good shape, and people kept looking at her.

Mu tilted down the brim of his hat, looked around, and when he saw a lump on the bench, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over, his high heels on the ground, making a clattering sound.

Wen Qianqian was still thinking about how to spend tonight, when suddenly a fragrant breeze blew, and she subconsciously raised her head.

The person in front of him took off his mask, and Wen Qianqian was amazed by the face in front of him. Proper royal sister style, enchanting but not glamorous, charming but not vulgar.

Wen Qianqian's most praised sentence from childhood to adulthood is "You really look like a doll", but in fact, she dreams of being a royal sister, but she is as tall as one meter six, plus her small facial features, she can't match the word royal sister at all.

"Beautiful sister, what's the matter?"

Wen Qianqian's blurted out words that made Mu Qian couldn't help laughing, she raised her hand and rubbed Wen Qianqian's head: "What, don't you remember me?"

Wen Qianqian's eyes widened in disbelief, the title of Qianbao, only that person had called her that.

"Are you, Sister Mu Ting?"

Mu Tian seemed to be very satisfied that she recognized herself, pinched her face with both hands, and muttered with emotion: "It's so soft." ”

Seeing that she was still stunned, Mu Tian pinched her face and shook it again: "What's wrong?

Wen Qianqian subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but his face was still pinched by Mu Tian and couldn't shake.

She held Mu Tian's wrist and rescued her face from her clutches, with a puzzled expression: "When did you return to China?"

Mu Tian smiled, put on his mask again, and sat down next to her, his long legs folded, "Qianbao, don't you watch entertainment news?"

Wen Qianqian shook her head, she is usually really busy, her parents spoil her, but nothing should be left behind, all kinds of courses are arranged, and the few free time is spent on her hobbies, so she doesn't pay much attention to those entertainment news.

The light was dim here, and Mu Tian was not worried that someone would recognize her, so she was relieved to talk to Wen Qianqian about her experience over the years.