Chapter 1 is a lot of growth

"Wow, Mu Tingchen has returned to China, and as soon as he came back, he donated a lot of money to the major art academies in our imperial capital, which is worthy of being wealthy!"

"I heard that he graduated from our Nanjing University, so it's not surprising to donate money, but the emperor is the richest. The most important thing is that he is so handsome...... The national male god, a man like him who is rich and good-looking, and who is so close to the people, is the only one in the world......"

The entire NTU-art school was shrouded in overwhelming news about Mu Tingchen, but Wen Yan was at odds with the atmosphere.

She sat on the steps and ate the steamed buns that had been cold and hardened without anyone else, and the same cold mineral water, which was a little difficult to swallow in winter.

Mu Tingchen, it's been three years, and he's back......

"Xiao Yan, why are you eating steamed buns again? Let's go, I'll treat you to something delicious! Chen Mengyao sat down beside Wen Yan with a big grin.

Wen Yan shook his head, randomly stuffed the remaining steamed buns in his hand into his mouth, got up and picked up the schoolbag and straddled it diagonally on his shoulder, looking even thinner: "There's no time, I have to go back." ”

Chen Mengyao sighed: "I've served you, don't eat steamed buns tomorrow morning, I'll bring you breakfast ......"

Chen Mengyao's voice gradually drifted away as Wen Yan pedaled the bicycle, and was swept away by the cool winter breeze.

Back at home, Wen Yan carefully parked the worn-out bicycle in the corner, entered through the back door, returned to the cramped and damp utility room, and put down his backpack with a sluggish movement.

Just about to change clothes, Mother Liu hurriedly walked in: "Yanyan, don't help me today, the young master is looking for you...... Ay...... You should be careful, if you can, you won't talk if you can, so as to save him from being unhappy and begging for hardship. ”

Wen Yan nodded, and went upstairs cautiously, not forgetting to reach out and tug at the white-washed coat on his body, she remembered that he didn't like to be sloppy......

The moment she reached out and knocked on the door, she subconsciously held her breath, her fingertips trembled slightly, she hadn't seen her for three years, she had grown up, how much had he changed?

"Come in." A voice as gentle as the winter sun sounded from inside the door, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't detect the coldness mixed in.

Her heart sank a little, and she pushed the door in, deliberately not closing the door.

The man sat in a chair facing the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a magazine in his hand, and his expensive hand-made suit was appropriately tailored, adding a delicate touch of dust to this snow-white winter.

Even when he sits, he can see that his legs are slender, and his knobby fingers turn the pages from time to time, so perfect that his carefully forged facial features look a little unreal under the projection of light.

Mu Tingchen, he is back after all.

"In half a month, you'll be eighteen, right?"

His nonchalant tone smashed a deeply sunken hole in her heart.

Without waiting for her response, he casually threw the magazine on the coffee table beside him, and looked at her sideways, a slight chill in his deep pupils.

Wen Yan instinctively took two steps back, and sure enough...... His gentleness can give everything in this world, but he won't give it to her!

"Yes......" she was as frightened as a fawn, and there was not a trace of blood on her pale face.

Mu Tingchen got up and walked towards her, and every step she took made her retreat in fear.

Retreating to the door, Wen Yan almost tripped over the half-open door, he stepped forward, his hand passed over her ear and closed the door, trapping her between his body and the door.

"Afraid of me?" There was a hint of banter in his voice, and ...... Hate.

Wen Yan didn't dare to look up at him, he was much taller than her, so close, she could only see the position of his chest when her eyes were parallel.

Mu Tingchen's aura enveloped her, robbing her breath a little bit.