Wen Wanwan smiled: "Big brother went to Sangdi to inspect, I took my mother three days to accompany me, my father said, I have to apologize to the Sannongs," she looked at Pei Xibao's face full of envy, and her apricot eyes rolled, "By the way, you must go to the Nanjun Jockey Club next month!" ”

"Jockey Club ......" Pei Xibao hesitated, she was a little pearl raised in the depths of the boudoir, and she did not step out of the door.

Wen Wanwan grinned and encouraged: "I heard my little cousin who came back last year say that the Jockey Club is full of young talents from Nanjun, Yushu Linfeng and Qiyu Xuanang...... Perhaps the fate will become a wishful husband. ”

She snickered sly, her heart longing for it.

Pei Xibao's face flushed.

"Wanwan, don't pull Xibao to make trouble unreasonably, you're afraid that you'll forget your father's ear and face again." Langsheng came into the garden, and the figure of the water-colored robe had already come into view with great strides, it was Wen Wanwan's eldest brother, Wen Changru.

The Wen family is an old man, Wen Changru is only seventeen now, but he seems to be stable and dignified, quite old-fashioned, but he has a good skin, and he has fascinated many daughters of families in Nanjun with a smile on the wind and waves at the Flower Dynasty Festival.

He was not polite, and when he came up, he flicked his fingers on the head of his little sister, and the angry Wen Wanwan twisted his mouth.

"Always like a brother." Pei Xibao's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, she smiled, the sweet dimples seemed to be about to get people drunk in the mellow fragrance, and the bright moon under her ears was swaying and uneasy.

Wen Changru was slightly stunned, and Wen Wanwan saw the clue: "Big brother is eccentric." She pouted.

"Where is the partial, you are my own sister, a small ghost, tricky and eccentric," his words came easily, Pei Xibao covered his mouth and snickered on the side, "Xibao ......" Wen Changru paused, seeing her begonia hairpin and spring flowers, "Xibao is also a sister, and she is curvy and exquisite." ”

People are more colorless than flowers, and flowers are also gloomy in front of people.

He was not sparing in praise.

Wen Wanwan secretly twisted his arm, hum, isn't this eccentric?

Wen Changru was calm, carrying the back collar of his own little mischief, saying that the house slave was urging him to hurry, so he would not bother much today, and he would have to catch up with the old days when he returned home another day.

After all, Sannon is still waiting.

Pei Xibao nodded and looked at the pair of brothers and sisters, to be honest, she served the son of the Wen family to attract people, her eyebrows were clear and her eyes were beautiful and polite, which one was like - which one was like Yanqi, and every word was hovering on the verge of choking you.

It's just that the smell of slander has just come out, Miss Bao smacked her lips and felt that something was on her body, which was a little intriguing, she bared her teeth and trembled, and just wanted to turn around, her back accidentally hit the young man's chest, Pei Xibao smiled awkwardly, when did Yan Qi stand behind her?

"The Wen family is not related to each other, and you don't feel unfamiliar?" There is nothing wrong with that, but the tone is wrong.

Mocking, naked.

Although they belong to the same thirteen trading houses, there are not many contacts on weekdays, especially these juniors, Pei Xibao is raised in the deep boudoir, and Wen Wanwan is even more of a troublemaker.

Pei Xibao was stunned for a long time because of the young man's tone: "Wanwan and I are two little guesses." ”

"What about Wen Changru?"

"He is a few years older than me, and he is five years older, so there is nothing wrong with calling my brother." Especially Wen Changru doesn't feel tired of sweet words, who doesn't like it sincerely.

Yan Qi squinted, there had always been a smile on his face, the young man took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to support the begonia tree above Pei Xibao's head, which frightened the little girl's shoulders, not because of the side, but because Yan Qi's deep and cold gaze when she was not smiling always seemed to penetrate some mystery to make her feel weak.