Chapter 3: The First Saint

The car stopped slowly, Wei Pujue loosened his seat belt, and turned around, but saw Xiao Leng's eyes empty again.

Distracted from time to time, what's wrong with that?

And Xiao Leng has been reminiscing about the things she swallowed.

What a novelty!

A series of them fell into her stomach, and an indescribable sensation burst through her, as if it wereβ€”colorful.

Even if it is corrected halfway, those things have to be ground with teeth, chew slowly and swallow too quickly.

Even if she first gnawed off a section of the chopsticks and gnawed a notch in the bowl.

Even Wei Pujue opened her chin and looked at her teeth, indicating that he was very interested in her teeth and internal organs.

"It's here. ”

Xiao Leng had been in a daze, and Wei Pujue had no choice but to remind him.

Xiao Leng turned his eyes to him, but Wei Pujue got out of the car, and someone in the car still didn't react at all.

Wei Pujue opened the car door, looked condescendingly at Xiao Leng, who was still in an upright state, and teased: "Little sister, are you waiting for me to carry you down?"

After Wei Pujue and Xiao Leng entered the door one after the other, Wei Chenyuan was stunned, he didn't show his face to the little girl, and looked at Wei Pujue's nose was not a nose or an eye.

"Is your early love still open and open?"

Wei Chenyuan quietly glanced at Xiao Leng, and no one noticed it, but everyone saw it. And his mental activity at this time: the little girl brought back by the stinky boy is quite good-looking.

"That's not above board. Wei Pujue choked him, adulthood is not early love, even if they are not in this relationship at all.

Wei Chenyuan choked and snorted coldly: "You are listless every day, can you satisfy the little girl? I don't know why the little girl follows you, look at the face?"

Looking at Wei Pujue, who looked outstanding, Wei Pujue touched his face, he didn't inherit his own!

Wei Pudong coughed twice in his mouth with a half-clenched fist, and said leisurely: "There is still a strong capital." ”

Mrs. Wei Zhang Ji'an was also curious, stood aside and looked at the little girl, and when she heard the words, she pushed Wei Chenyuan and whispered softly to Xiao: "Little girl, don't listen to him, this person can't speak." ”

Pushing the two fathers and sons aside, seeing the girl's discomfort (not), Zhang Ji'an took Xiao Leng's hand very enthusiastically, took her to sit on the sofa, and asked for warmth for a while, and also secretly probed on family affairs.

Xiao Leng's reply was also concise.

"Ahh ”

"Hmm. ”

"I don't know. ”

"Yes. ”

Zhang Ji'an touched the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, this daughter-in-law seemed to be a little difficult to handle!

She took the time to look at Wei Pujue, you can! Such a girl with a personality has conquered it! It's so difficult!

Wei Pudong took the milk sent by the Filipino maid, looked at Xiao Leng, who was still expressionless, with a smile, and said to his mother who was squeezing his eyebrows: "Second uncle's daughter, let me take care of her." ”

Zhang Ji'an sighed, but instantly accepted the change of this role.

"Wenwen, don't mind, in fact, your aunt hugged you when you were a child, the meat is very cute. But I haven't seen it for a long time, but I forgot that Wenwen has grown into a little girl like a flower. ”

Xiao Leng didn't squint: "Hmm." ”

Seeing that Xiao Leng had no desire to explain, Wei Pujue put the empty glass on the coffee table, sat like an uncle on their side, kept looking at Xiao Leng, and slowly spoke: "Changed your name, Xiao Leng." ”

"It's all good, it's all good. ”

Zhang Ji'an patted Xiao Leng's hand and smiled happily.

Wei Chenyuan was still dissatisfied with Wei Pujue, "What can you take care of, and let you take care of it, take the little girl to mine at night and sleep during the day?"

Wei Pujue sneered, "Second Uncle said that you are too naΓ―ve, you always love to lose your temper, and you want my mother to coax you when you are angry! Before I left, the second uncle took my hand, which was a thousand instructions, let me never hand over his daughter to you!"

Although he added a lot of oil and vinegar, the central meaning was not bad.

Downstairs, the father and son went from moving their mouths to doing their hands, and Zhang Ji'an took Xiao Leng around the room.

"Come, come and take a look, oops, this room is too small; well, this one is too dark to see the light; there is no bathroom here; ah, this is okay, the lighting is good and bright, and it is still next to Pu Jue." ”

The more Zhang Ji'an looked at it, the more satisfied he became: "Lengleng, don't you like this?"

Xiao Leng nodded, "Hmm." ”

Zhang Ji'an immediately yelled downstairs: "Sister-in-law Zhang, come and clean up the room!"

is different from the previous Wu Nong's soft words, Zhang Ji'an is extremely rough and domineering, and the image he carefully created is ruined.

Zhang Ji'an came to his senses after shouting, and resumed his soft and tactful tone with a smile: "Lengleng, I'll go to the supermarket with my aunt to buy some decorations you like later." ”

Zhang Ji'an led Xiao Leng out of the door, and Wei Chenyuan stopped his hand that was about to think about domestic violence: "How is he?"

Wei Chenyuan originally wanted to go by himself, but he was disgusted by his younger brother, so he could only send Wei Pujue.

Wei Pujue's brain turned rapidly, and he made up an excuse: "It's good, but it's said that my daughter has grown up and sent her here for education." ”

Wei Chenyuan had no doubt and thought for a while: "Also, Wenwen seems to be two years younger than you, and now it should be a sophomore in high school, right?"

Wei Pujue nodded as a matter of course, and after nodding, he felt that something was wrong, someone seemed to have said that he was illiterate!

The room was roughly furnished, and a few hours later, Zhang He'an stood at the door with large and small bags, thought about it and said: "Lengleng, you can sleep with your brother for one night tonight, and you can probably live tomorrow night." ”

Wei Pujue leaned against the wall, one foot on the ground and the other on the instep: "Men and women can give or not kiss." ”

Zhang An rolled his eyes gently and unceremoniously: "You go to sleep in the study." ”

Wei Pujue's face was half a question mark and half shocked, shrugged his shoulders and went back to his room to wash.

Outside the bathroom, Zhang Ji'an excitedly and happily moved an aromatherapy machine, put lavender essential oil into the aromatherapy machine, and noisily adjusted a romantic and warm bedside lamp, picked a few rose petals from the vase on the dining table and sprinkled them on the bed table, put a cup of warm milk on the coffee table, and stacked the dolls in the packaging bag next to the pillow.

After Wei Pujue came out of the bathroom, he saw that the black and white style of his bedroom was occupied by a bunch of childish dolls, and his unreliable mother was holding pink wallpaper and gesturing on the wall, eager to try.

"Mom, just stay for one night. ”

Wei Pujue was helpless.

Zhang Er smiled gently: "I'm not afraid that I can't sleep in the cold, your room is just two colors, it's too cold." ”

Wei Pujue didn't want to speak, so he went to the study with the quilt in one hand and the computer in the other.

But in the end, Zhang Ji'an still gave up the idea of sticking wallpaper, told Xiao Leng how to use the things in the bathroom, said goodnight, and finally closed the door for her very intimately.

The room was quiet again.

Xiao Leng took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and Zhang Ji'an popularized the use of mobile phones to her in the mobile phone store, but Xiao Leng also knew a few words in the process.

Xiao Leng raised his head up, put the phone upright in front of his face, habitually pursed his lips, and unlocked it.

Suddenly, the bright light of her wrist broke into her sight, and Xiao Leng's other hand covered the nearly transparent wrist, and the bright light disappeared.

At the same time, in front of Xiao Leng, a frame of drawing appeared out of thin air.

A very beautiful woman sits upright, the picture is not very clear, but it can be seen that the woman's faint willow eyebrows have black and red pupils, mysterious and charming, seductive and seductive.

The woman's body was draped in a layer of fabric similar to the one Xiao Leng first wore when she first wore it, but the layer of material emitted a warm yellow glow.

Xiao Leng was the first to speak, it was an inexplicable tone, a peculiar frequency, and I will translate it for you here.

"Granny Yuan. ”

The picture began to change, the woman's eyebrows and eyes softened, and she withdrew the charm in her eyes.

"First Saint. ”