"Jingjing, where has your Grandpa Wen gone? where is Ziqing?" Feng Xueying asked casually, but she was a little frustrated. It seems that Ziqing, the child, should still resent her. For the first time, I wanted to be kind to my eldest grandson, so I cooked a bowl of noodles myself, but I didn't expect the child to disappear without saying a word.

"Grandma Feng, Grandpa Wen has gone to the study, and Brother Ziqing has gone upstairs. Just when Feng Xueying thought that Wen Ziqing had left, He Jingjing gave her an unexpected answer.

At this moment, Feng Xueying came to the strength, climbed the stairs in a few steps, and ran to the door of Wen Ziqing's room, and after hesitating for a few seconds, Feng Xueying still decided to knock on the door.

"Ziqing, Ziqing, the noodles are ready, hurry downstairs and eat noodles. Feng Xueying's shout was unhurried, and her voice was just right with a hint of love.

Wen Ziqing's room was silent.

"Ziqing, are you taking a bath?" Feng Xueying continued to call.

"Grandma, I'm hungry too, do you have my share of the noodles?" a voice sounded behind Feng Xueying.

"Ouch~!, you kid, suddenly screamed behind me, which scared me a lot. Feng Xueying turned around and saw Wen Ziyun leaning against her door, wearing a set of pajamas, looking a little sad.

Wen Ziyun's room was just opposite Wen Ziqing, Feng Xueying was listening intently to the movement in Wen Ziqing's room just now, and was startled by Wen Ziyun's voice standing behind her.

"Grandma, I'm hungry and I want to eat noodles too. Wen Ziyun touched her stomach and looked at Feng Xueying pitifully.

"Ziyun, aren't you living on campus today?Why are you at home?" Feng Xueying just wanted to nod, but then remembered that today was Wen Ziyun's school time, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Wen Ziyun is in her third year of high school this year, and the college entrance examination is approaching, and the school stipulates that she must live on campus, and she will study at school until ten o'clock every night, even on Sunday. Today is Wednesday, and it is really not easy for Feng Xueying to see Wen Ziyun at home.

"I was a little unwell in the afternoon, I came back from leave, and when I came home, I didn't see anyone at home, and I slept until now. Wen Ziyun opened his eyes and said nonsense. Wen Ziyun came back from leave under the pretext of illness, but not this afternoon, but this morning. After opening the meat, Wen Ziyun is very fond of that file, it has only been three days since the start of school, Wen Ziyun has been vegetarian for two days, and he can't stay at school when he comes back. Only then did he find an excuse to come back and have an affair with He Jingjing.

This morning, Wen Ziyun and He Jingjing messed around in the room for a long time, and in the afternoon, He Jingjing went out for something, and Wen Ziyun made up for sleep in the room, and overslept as soon as he slept, and he didn't even eat dinner.

Feng Xueying looked at Wen Ziyun's sleepy-eyed appearance before letting go of the doubts in her heart. Thinking that she had only made a bowl of noodles, Feng Xueying whispered to Wen Ziyun: "Ziyun, you wait a while! Grandma doesn't know that you are at home, and when you make noodles, you only make your eldest brother's share, and grandma will make yours in a while." ”

"Grandma, you only have big brother in your heart now without me. Wen Ziyun pulled Feng Xueying's arm and shook it, pretending to be pitiful.

"How come? You are all grandma's good grandchildren, and grandma likes them. After Feng Xueying and Wen Ziyun explained, they didn't talk nonsense with Wen Ziyun anymore, turned around and unscrewed Wen Ziqing's door. This noodle is no better than anything else, it will be mushy after a long time.

Wen Ziyun stared coldly at Feng Xueying's back when she walked into Wen Ziqing's room, and she was about to go crazy with hatred in her heart.

And voila, this is his grandmother, a very realistic old woman. I think that when his father was not unlucky, as long as he wanted the things at home, his grandmother never refused.

What about now? It's just a bowl of noodles, and he has to be given to Wen Ziqing to eat, and he doesn't care about him being hungry on the side. This person is so realistic~! He Jingjing is like this, and his own grandmother is like this.

It's just a bowl of noodles! Who is it for to eat? His grandmother only thinks about her eldest grandson in her heart, and there is no place for him Wen Ziyun at all. Wen Ziqing, I hope that after you pass tonight, you will still be the pride in your grandfather's heart!

Seeing Feng Xueying bend down to pick up the quilt on the edge of the bed for Wen Ziqing, Wen Ziyun sneered, turned around and entered his room.

As soon as Wen Ziyun closed the door, there was a pair of soft little hands around his waist.

Wen Ziyun was stunned, standing without moving.

"Why, don't you want to see me so soon?" He Jingjing sighed leisurely.

"Aren't you going to find Wen Ziqing, what are you doing here?" Just looking at the fiery red woolen sweater on He Jingjing's body that looked like a bridal dress, Wen Ziyun's mood was a little manic. Just now, when he stuffed the medicine into Wen Ziqing's mouth, his heart was ready to be separated from He Jingjing.

But this woman actually ran to tease him again, when he was a puppy?

"You're really ruthless, two hours ago you were holding someone and calling it baby! It's about to draw a line so soon?" He Jingjing raised a coquettish face, a little unhappy. She is a monk, an omnipotent monk, and Wen Ziyun is just a mortal who can only hook her fingers, she is willing to pay attention to him and has already given him a lot of face, who gave Wen Ziyun such a big courage to be presumptuous in front of her?

"The medicine you gave, I have already given Wen Ziqing to eat, and he also fainted, congratulations on your wishes coming true tonight. Wen Ziyun said with a straight face. I don't know what's going on, he obviously knows that He Jingjing is a bad woman who thinks differently, on the one hand, he hooks him to work for her, and on the other hand, he tries every possible way to climb into his brother Wen Ziqing's bed. With such a woman, there should be no reluctance in his heart. But when the words came to his mouth, they became sour. Is it because He Jingjing doesn't want him, not that he doesn't want He Jingjing?

He Jingjing glanced at Wen Ziyun, proud of her charm.

Wen Ziqing's room, after Feng Xueying opened the door, she saw the light in the room on. Wen Ziqing was sleeping on the bed.

Feng Xueying opened her mouth, wanting to wake up Wen Ziqing but didn't scream.

This kid should be tired and ruthless, I heard Lao Wen say that some tasks in the army can be regarded as nine deaths!

Feng Xueying picked up the half-bed quilt that was dragged on the ground and carefully covered Wen Ziqing back. In this way, Wen Ziqing still did not wake up.

Feng Xueying didn't notice the blush on Wen Ziqing's face, and after sighing, she turned off the light in Wen Ziqing's room and walked out lightly.

After Feng Xueying went downstairs, she saw the bowl of noodles that was still steaming, and went upstairs again, this time, Feng Xueying knocked on Wen Ziyun's door.

Inside the door, He Jingjing was still there, and when she heard the knock on the door, Wen Ziyun was a little flustered.