Zhang Yintang is two years younger than Wen Biluo, and joined An Nuan in half a year after Wen Biluo joined An Nuan, at that time, Wen Biluo had just suffered a great change, and he had not yet recuperated, and he looked very haggard, even so, he still insisted on doing things every day, although his identity was much higher than himself, but there was no shelf. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

One day, Wen Jiaer had a fever, but Wen Biluo had a job under her and couldn't let it go, but he didn't worry about her, so he brought her over.

Zhang Yintang's job that day was to take care of Wen Jiaer, and Wen Biluo needed Wen Jiaer to be in his sight all the time, so Zhang Yintang took care of Wen Jiaer in Wen Biluo's office.

Because he was really inexperienced, Zhang Yintang was clumsy, and Wen Biluo had to look at him with a look in addition to doing things.

Wen Jiaer suddenly cried, no matter how Zhang Yintang coaxed her, she cried for a while, Wen Jiaer never showed signs of stopping, Wen Biluo took Wen Jiaer from Zhang Yintang's hand, looked at it, and felt that she was hungry, so she said to Zhang Yintang: "Can you help make some milk powder?" It's in the bag, the water temperature is not too hot." ”

Zhang Yintang hurriedly did so, but he didn't know what kind of water temperature was hot, he thought that the child would be more sensitive, so he added some more cold water, Wen Biluo took the bottle, frowned, and handed the bottle back: "It's too cold, it's hot." After a while, he said, "I'd better go and do it myself." With that, he put Wen Jiaer on the sofa and walked away with the bottle.

Zhang Yintang had just joined, and he was not familiar with Huaying, thinking that he had angered Wen Biluo, and that he had already crooked countless ways to die. Wen Biluo came back with milk powder and fed it to Wen Jiaer, and Zhang Yintang stood next to him tremblingly.

"You get out. Wen Biluo felt a little uneasy about letting an unfamiliar person take care of her child, but she still took care of it herself, and the matter at hand had already been done anyway. But Zhang Yintang mistakenly thought that Wen Biluo meant to drive him away, and almost knelt down.

"Please don't drive me away, it took me a lot of effort to join here, I really don't want to, I don't want to be driven away like this. "Who said they were going to drive you away?" Wen Biluo thought it was funny. Zhang Yintang said solemnly: "Didn't you say let me go?" "I mean you do what you should do, and I will take care of my daughter." ”

Hearing Wen Biluo say this, Zhang Yintang breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's the case, I misunderstood." "You're so cute, this kind of thing can be misunderstood. Wen Biluo couldn't help laughing, Zhang Yintang was really cute and cute like this.

This should be the first time Zhang Yintang has seen Wen Biluo smile, in fact, Wen Biluo is still good-looking, otherwise he would not have been taken by Gu Wei, just because of his physical condition and bad mood, which gives people a gloomy feeling.

Wen Biluo looked up after laughing, saw Zhang Yintang still standing in front of him, and said, "You can go out, right?" There was no longer the feeling of laughing happily just now in his tone, and Zhang Yintang hurriedly left.

In the following year, Zhang Yintang became Wen Biluo's assistant and worked with her, during which Zhang Yintang gradually fell in love with Wen Biluo, but Wen Biluo never reacted in particular, Zhang Yintang felt that she didn't seem to be interested in such a thing.

Later, Wen Biluo started to sell himself in order to collect information, Zhang Yintang wanted to stop it, but he was soft-spoken, and Wen Biluo was voluntary.

Zhang Yintang never understood why Wen Biluo would take his body so lightly, in fact, An Nuan couldn't understand it either. It wasn't until much later that Zhang Yintang understood that it was because Wen Biluo's heart was dead, since there was no one he cared about, why should he care about himself?

"Why don't you leave?" Wen Biluo's voice pulled Zhang Yintang back from memory to reality. "Ah, that, I want to know what the hell is for me to send. He casually made a reason, Wen Biluo looked at him suspiciously, and after a while, said: "It's better that you don't want to know this, go back quickly, by the way, tell the boss, and I will deal with it." ”

Wen Biluo returned to the living room and looked at the thing An Nuan gave her, which was a gun. The gun, An Nuan should have gotten it very early, but it has not been rationed to them, and no one knows what An Nuan is thinking. Now while Wen Jiaer was in the room, Wen Biluo picked up the gun and looked at it, it didn't seem to be a model gun, and there were even bullets in the things sent together.

"Boss, is she finally ready to rely on weapons?" Wen Biluo muttered to herself. You must know that although Huaying is a gangster, it does not have a decent weapon, it is fought by beauty and fists, and now Wen Biluo is training newcomers, today should be the day of An Nuan's inspection results, and she has time to rest.

Now An Nuan sent this gun over, probably telling herself that she is satisfied with the current training results and can carry out further training: gun training.

But now Wen Biluo felt embarrassed, she was also touching a gun for the first time, and she didn't know how to use it at all, so how to teach them?

When Wen Biluo was still thinking about it, Wen Jiaer came out of the room, Wen Biluo was about to hide the gun in his hand, but the gun was still very big after all, and it was not so easy to be hidden, Wen Jiaer saw Wen Biluo holding a strange thing in his hand, and walked over and asked, "Mom, what did you take." When Wen Jiaer approached, she found that it was a gun, and she was so frightened that she dropped her phone on the ground.

"Mom, Mom, how are you, how do you have a gun?" "It's not a real gun, it's just a toy gun that my colleague gave me. "I've seen toy guns, and they're not that realistic. Wen Jiaer didn't believe it.

"It's a replica gun, that's why it's so similar to a real gun. "It turned out to be an imitation gun. Wen Jiaer put his mind at ease, saw that there were still bullets in the box, and said: "It's really realistic, even bullets." As she spoke, she was about to load the bullet, this action frightened Wen Biluo, and she hurriedly stopped: "No, in case it goes off...... it goes off" "Misfire? Mom, didn't you just say that this is an imitation gun? How can it go off?" "I ......" A slip of the tongue made a moment, and Wen Biluo had no excuse to explain.

"Mom, what the hell do you do? Why do you have a gun?" "Jia'er, listen to my explanation, this gun," Wen Jia'er looked at Wen Biluo, waiting for her to give herself a reasonable explanation, but for a long, long time, Wen Biluo was just silent.

"Mom, are you related to ****?" Wen Jiaer asked in a skeptical tone. Wen Biluo did not deny it, it was a tacit acquiescence. (To be continued.) )