Chapter 3: Who is that man?

Two minutes later, Mu Tingchen's car continued to move forward, and she was also relieved. What was he doing when the car stopped?

In the car, the driver Chen Nuo said with some worry: "Young master...... It's snowing, really don't let the lady get on the bus? Want to wait any longer? I called her? ”

"Eventful." Mu Tingchen looked at the thin and emaciated figure through the rearview mirror, and was inexplicably a little bored. He had waited two minutes to give her a chance.

When she arrived at school, Chen Mengyao was distressed and annoyed when she saw Wen Yan wet: "What are you doing?" Do you ride your bike to school on a snowy day? Crazy? Hurry up, breakfast is still hot, give me a hot meal! ”

Wen Yan took the soy milk and steamed dumplings handed over by Chen Mengyao, smiled slightly, and her chapped lips overflowed with a touch of bright red.

Chen Mengyao took a deep breath: "Your parents don't care about you?" I don't care about eating and dressing, I sent you here to learn to paint, but I didn't care, did you pick it up? ”

"I ...... My mom remarried when I was very young, and my dad died ten years ago, so it has nothing to do with them......" After Wen Yan finished speaking, he took off his soaked coat and drank warm soy milk.

Chen Mengyao rubbed her long wet hair distressedly: "Why didn't you say it earlier?" We learned from high school that you wouldn't tell me anything, and today you finally spoke. You're such a good-looking girl, and your mother can cruelly leave you away, what the hell...... So who have you been with now? ”

Who have you been with?

Wen Yan didn't answer immediately, she was thinking, how should she call Mu Tingchen to others, brother?

"Brother." That's all she can say.

Chen Mengyao was a little puzzled: "Brother? My brother? Even if it's just a relative, it won't make you live so badly, right? ”

She smiled and didn't respond.

Chen Mengyao sighed helplessly: "Did you buy the paint that the teacher asked you to buy this time?" ”

Wen Yan shook his head: "I can't buy it for the time being, I'll think of a way." ”

Three years ago, Mu Tingchen was drunk and pressed her under him.

She was ignorant, but not ignorant, and rejected him for the first time.

He didn't force it, and the cold tone of his voice blurred around her lips: "Someday, you will beg me." ”

Later, he went abroad without a sound, and she never begged him for charity again, and she didn't even eat a meal at Mu's house, relying on part-time jobs to maintain her living expenses.

It's his requirements that she can't fulfill, can't please, and doesn't need to please anymore.

Looking at Wen Yan's frowning and sad appearance, Chen Mengyao was extremely distressed, and just wanted to say something, when she was suddenly interrupted by a warm male voice.

"Xiaoyan, what's wrong with you? Why does it look wilting? ”

It was Shen Jie who spoke, and he was the second person Wen Yan had come into contact with at school.

The circle of rich people in the imperial capital is so big, Chen Mengyao and Shen Jie are among them, but Wen Yan is not there.

"It's not a paint ...... yet"

"Meng Yao!"

Wen Yan interrupted Chen Mengyao and shook his head at her secretly.

Inexplicably, she didn't want Shen Jie to know her embarrassment.

Suddenly, Shen Jie reached out and touched Wen Yan's forehead: "You have a fever." ”

As if complaining, Ke Shou had already spontaneously taken off his scarf and wrapped it around Wen Yan's neck: "If you fall ill, our Meng Yao will become a god again." ”

Wen Yan raised his eyes to look at him, his heartbeat was a little faster, his smile was like the sun peeling off the clouds, gentle and calm, the shallow broken hair covered his forehead, and his eyes seemed to hide thousands of stars.

He is the second good-looking person she has ever seen, and the first one is Mu Tingchen.

When I first met ten years ago, Mu Tingchen was also amazed by her youth.

Wen Yan looked at Shen Jie in front of him, his thoughts were misty, and he didn't notice that in the corridor outside the painting at this time, a pair of sharp and deep eyes were looking at this scene.