Wen's face was a little more unnatural, but because of the relationship between the mobile phone screen, it quickly eased up.

It's just that it didn't take long for Su Qihua's message to come over again, "Who are you still chatting with?" "Uh, is it seen through?

Wen Ji didn't beat around the bush anymore, and slowly edited the message and sent it over, "Well, there is another old friend." "It's supposed to be an old friend.

Su Qihua over there was not very satisfied with the answer, and felt a little more depressed in his heart, what is an old friend, can an old friend post a selfie at will?

At this moment, Su Qihua has completely forgotten that one time, he once received a selfie from her as a syrup adult, and he was in a mood for a long time.

But how could this be!

"Watching a movie with you that day?" Involuntarily, Su Qihua asked again, if that was really the case, he would have nothing to say, they should be a couple.

Wen didn't expect Su Qihua to continue to ask, nodded to himself, and then found that he was chatting on the Internet, and hurriedly typed a long list of words and sent it over, "Well, friends I've known since childhood." ”

What kind of friend did Su Qihua get a little interested, and without much thought in his brain, he sent a sentence over, "Are you sure it's not a little lover?" "It's weird if not.

Wen Gu only felt that this sentence was a little familiar, as if, when she was cute with Lord Syrup, Song Xingchen also asked the same, and now that she encountered such a problem again, her face was not red and her heart was not beating, "Sure." "It's like she'll be idle and lie to him.

This time, Su Qihua was silent.

Wen Gu waited there for a long time and didn't see a reply, and finally had to silently close the conversation window, and then saw Song Xingchen over there send N new messages.

"What about selfies, what about selfies, what about selfies?" There are several such sentences in a row, and I feel a little depressed when I read it.

She would say that she posted a selfie, but did she send it to the wrong person?

Wen Gu coughed lightly twice, and then replied to the message tremblingly, "I'm a little annoyed, what should I do?" Although he often chatted with many people at the same time, the words in his heart were often only spoken to Song Xingchen alone.

After all, after getting along for so many years, Song Xingchen is the one she trusts the most.

Song Xingchen was also stunned for a moment, and then felt that Wen Su was not joking, so he became stern, "What's wrong?" He knows the old times, and he rarely feels upset.

Could it be, except for something.

I really didn't have anything going wrong, I just felt that the New Year was coming, and I had to go back to that home without a little temperature, and I felt a little annoyed to deal with those smiling relatives.

Indeed, the relationship between the old and his parents has always been not good.

In fact, when she was a child, she also had a little bit of fantasies, fantasizing that she could be like other people's children and have her parents pampering and loving her in everything, and fantasizing about being able to get a little bit of warmth.

However, all of them were her whims.

Her parents didn't love her in the first place, and after having a sister, she was even more tired of her, and she even wondered if she was biological, so she secretly went to take her mother's hair to do a paternity test, but it was really biological.

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't think of the reason why her parents hated her so much.

Later, she didn't think about it, but she still had to visit it before the Chinese New Year.

Song Xingchen held the phone for a long time, but he didn't see the reply of the old man, and he had a little more doubts in his heart, and then he didn't urge, and he began to think about it in his heart.

Up to now, there are probably only two things that can make Wen feel unpleasant.

One is that the editor does not arrange a recommended position, and the other is to go home for the New Year.

The novel of the review is over, so naturally it will not be a question of the recommended position, so the problem can be imagined.

In fact, Song Xingchen went to Wen's house when he was a child, and he didn't know it at that time, thinking that all parents would love their children unreservedly, so he went, and then gradually discovered a little bit of things.

Her parents were cold to her, indifferent to be exact.

"If you really don't want to go home, don't grieve yourself." In fact, Song Xingchen wanted to say this sentence a long time ago, but he was afraid that Wen Gu would be unhappy after hearing it, and finally swallowed it back into his stomach, but now that he thinks about it, even if he can't help but say it, Wen Gu's mood is not very good.

Wen was stunned when she saw this, about this, she really didn't think of it, because she had always been there to sue herself, even if her parents didn't love her, but after all, she had supported her like that for so many years, even if she had no feelings, she was still kind, so, after so many years, she still insisted on where to go to pay New Year's greetings every year, now that she thinks about it, what Song Xingchen said actually has some truth.

Parents, they shouldn't be like seeing her at all!

After so many years, even Vajra Heart can't stand it.

Although her parents really never gave her much care, but every year with the mood of anticipation, all she encountered was a nose of ash, and it was indeed unbearable to review the past.

Wen hummed shallowly, and then turned off his mobile phone when he saw that Su Qihua had not replied yet, and lay on the bed alone thinking about things.

However, Su Qihua over there was about to say something, and found that Wen was no longer online-

When I woke up, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning, and after getting up slowly, I found that someone was squatting at the door of my house, and from a distance, it was the back of a man.

After hesitating for a while, Wen turned out his mobile phone and sent a message to Song Xingchen, "Are you squatting at the door of my house?" "Except for Song Xingchen's words, there should be no one else.

Unexpectedly, Song Xingchen's reply came quickly, but it also brought a little doubt, "No." Then he seemed to sense a little bit wrong, and added, "Is there a man you don't know squatting downstairs in your house?" Do you want to call a security guard? ”

Reminiscence: "......"

"It's okay, I'll see." What if it's someone you know?

There was an oh over there, and then there was no reply.

Wen was thinking about whether to go down and have a look, and the prompt tone of the mobile phone rang again-

PS: Guess who he is~~