When Wen Qiong returned home, Shang Jing was burying her head in the accounts. Aunt Liu was cleaning and said with a smile: "I'm back." ”

Wen Qiong put down her schoolbag and took the broom in Aunt Liu's hand, "You go home first, I'll clean it, it's too late and it's not safe on the way back." ”

Aunt Liu glanced at the watch on the wall, it was indeed a little late, she was going to leave, there was an Internet café nearby to buy baked cakes, asking for about fifty, and there were only a dozen left, she made another batch, which delayed the time.

"Okay, then I'll go back first, don't make it too late, there's still ......" Aunt Liu glanced at Shang Jing who was settling accounts, "I'll help your mother calculate it later, today is twice as much as yesterday, I'm afraid your mother miscalculated." ”

"Okay." Wen Qiong listened to Shang Jing's words and smiled.

"I'll go first, pull the door down first, it's so late, there are only two mother and daughter in the store, you still have to be careful." Aunt Liu unbuttoned her apron, took the small bag, and instructed as she walked.

Wen Qiong nodded, sent her out, and watched Aunt Liu ride an old-fashioned bicycle away, before turning around and pulling down the iron door and going back to continue cleaning.

Shang Jing's accounts have not been calculated. Wen Qiong dragged the aisle, and the phone on the counter suddenly rang, which was particularly harsh in the quiet store.

Shang Jing suddenly raised her head from the ledger, and raised her head too quickly, and her eyes were dizzy. Wen Qiong wanted to help answer the phone, but Shang Jing picked it up first, "You go take a bath, I'll drag it later." ”

Wen Qiong didn't stop and continued to mop the floor.

Shang Jing fed, and her tone immediately became respectful, "Lawyer Zhou...... yes, not yet, just settling accounts...... What the? ”

Shang Jing's tone gradually weakened, and she was even a little panicked. Wen Qiong looked at Shang Jing, and Shang Jing's face instantly lost blood, "I...... I don't want to see him......"

Wen Qiong frowned, threw down the mop, and stepped forward to listen.

Lawyer Zhou said on the other end: "It's okay, I'll accompany you then." ”

"But......" Shang Jing hesitated and didn't want to agree.

Wen Qiong stretched out her hand and took the phone in Shang Jing's hand, "Lawyer Zhou, is there something wrong with Wen Ling?" ”

Lawyer Zhou was stunned for a moment, reacted and smiled: "It's nothing, he just wants to meet your mother, I guess he wants to persuade Shang Jing not to divorce." ”

"Can we refuse to see him?" Wen Qiong asked rhetorically.

Lawyer Zhou explained: "Yes, but he has been on a hunger strike recently, and the police can't do anything about him, and he seems to have found a lawyer on his side." ”

"Who else will help him get a lawyer?" Wen Qiong's tone was raised.

Lawyer Zhou looked through the information and replied, "A man named Wen Long is your uncle?" ”

Wen Qiong thought for a moment. Oh, she remembered, Wen Ling's bastard brother, who was arrested for stealing in his last life and imprisoned for two years, and then Wen Ling seemed to say that he died in prison, and he also secretly ordered the jewels that Wen Long left in the bank locker, and those jewels were also obtained by Wen Long.

Wen Qiong sneered, "He's not my uncle, he's just a thief." ”

Lawyer Zhou nodded, "Well, I have read his information, but he did help Wen Ling hire a lawyer, and now Wen Ling is on a hunger strike to see your mother, if your mother does not see him, the lawyer over there may not give up." ”

"I see, we'll see, when?"

"Saturday, I think your mother should need you to come with her."

"Well, I'll accompany her. Thank you, Mr. Chow. ”

"You're welcome, that's it, I'm hanging."

"Okay."

Hung up the phone, Wen Qiong was hugged by Shang Jing, Shang Jing buried her waist and cried, "I don't want to see him, I'm fine now, you're fine, I don't want to see him at all." ”

Wen Qiong patted Shang Jing on the shoulder. This year's Shang Jing is thirty-seven years old, simple-minded, and still like a girl who has never stepped out of society.

"Mom, I'll go with you, and Lawyer Zhou will be with you, don't be afraid, he won't be able to get out." Wen Qiong wiped away the tears from the corners of Shang Jing's eyes. If that scumbag dares to beat them again, she will fight him hard.

On Friday, the weather seemed to be colder, and all the breath I exhaled turned into a white mist.

Wen Qiong rode her bicycle into the school and was lightly bumped, she turned her head and looked at Su Guo'er's smiling face, Wen Qiong also smiled back, "Morning." ”

"It's early, I'm cold, I don't want to come to class at all, why don't you come during the winter vacation?"

The two parked the car together, covered their faces that were red from the cold, and walked upstairs. When I entered the classroom, a wave of warmth hit me. Xiu Qingyan and Meng Ling hadn't come yet, and the table was still tilted as when they left yesterday, Wen Qiong stuffed the schoolbag and pushed the table straight, before putting the lunch box on his table.

"You're making him breakfast again?" Su Guo'er asked with some curiosity.

"Hmm." Wen Qiong took out the book, feeling a little cold all over.

Su Guo'er turned her head to look at the delicate lunch box, and then looked at Wen Qiong's side face, she remembered that last night, the three boys who stood under the tree and blew the cold wind, she opened her mouth, and finally didn't say anything.

"How did you do yesterday's homework?" Su Guo'er stepped forward.

"Someone makes up for the class, I'm done." Wen Qiong flipped through the homework book.

"Hmm." Although Su Guo'er didn't want to admit it, having Meng Ling's make-up class did make her thinking a lot clearer, at least it was no longer a mess.

The table behind moved, Xiu Qingyan and they came, Xiu Qingyan stuffed the schoolbag into the drawer, his eyes were always on the lunch box, Wen Qiong's ponytail was hanging down, and it was landing on his desk.

"Yo, breakfast?" Meng Ling looked at Wen Qiong with a wicked smile.

Su Guo'er stabbed Wen Qiong, Wen Qiong turned her head to look at her, "Huh? ”

Su Guo'er pouted. Wen Qiong turned around and saw Xiu Qingyan gently stroking the lunch box.

Wen Qiong pushed the lunch box in front of him, "I owe you breakfast, you see if you like it or not, please don't throw the lunch box if you don't like it, if you throw it away, I will put it in a plastic bag for you tomorrow." ”

"Poof." Meng Ling burst out laughing, and was glanced at by Xiu Qingyan's eyes, he lowered his head, covered his mouth and smiled, his face was red.

Xiu Qingyan approached Wen Qiong, Wen Qiong subconsciously stepped back, he raised his hand to clasp the back of her neck, his gaze swept over her lips, "I can not throw the lunch box, but can you feed me?" ”

Wen Qiong frowned slightly, "Don't you know how to eat it yourself?" No hands? It's not a child. ”

"Poof." Meng Ling couldn't help but squirt again.

Xiu Qingyan backhanded a notebook and smashed it at Meng Ling, and he was completely quiet.

Xiu Qingyan continued to stare at Wen Qiong, who dodged his hand. He grinded his teeth and asked softly, "You've always treated me like a child, right?" You don't want to think about how old you are, in your heart I'm a hairy boy? ”

Wen Qiong didn't say anything, and the two looked at each other.

"So that guy from last night is the type you like? I don't think he's much older than me, or do you like old men in their forties and fifties? Xiu Qingyan's hand clasped her tighter, and the palm of his hand touched her soft skin, making his heart beat faster, he looked at her, and a lot of images suddenly flashed in his mind, and his breathing was a little heavy.

"Xiu Qingyan, are you sick?" Wen Qiong didn't intend to answer his boring questions, and said calmly.

"yes, I'm sick." The corners of Xiu Qingyan's lips were slightly raised, with a bit of ruffianism, he leaned close to Wen Qiong's ear and exhaled slightly, "Remember, Wen Qiong, make me breakfast tomorrow." With that, he let go of her and strode out of the classroom.

Meng Ling and Zeng Ming hurriedly followed, followed to the door of the multimedia classroom, and Xiu Qingyan threw down a sentence, "Don't follow!" ”

Meng Ling and Zeng Ming stopped and looked at each other, puzzled.

The door slammed shut, and the curtains of the classroom were closed.

"What's the situation?" Zeng Ming looked dazed.

"I don't know, early in the morning, what's wrong with Brother Yan?" Meng Ling stuck to the door and eavesdropped.

Half of the morning reading time has passed, and the door to the multimedia classroom opens. Xiu Qingyan put his hand in his pocket, a cigarette in his mouth, and glanced at them lightly, "Go back to the classroom." ”

"Uh...... Good. Meng Ling responded.

The two of them followed Xiu Qingyan in a daze, Zeng Ming suddenly stopped and raised his eyebrows at Meng Ling, who nodded. Zeng Ming quickly turned around and went into the multimedia classroom, looking around inside, and his eyes finally fell on the trash can. In the empty trash can, clean and free of other clutter, there were several balls of paper towels.

Zeng Ming bent down and looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then stepped back suddenly, "Brother Yan, you can really do it!" ”

Back in the classroom, Meng Ling looked at Xiu Qingyan, and then at Wen Qiong, who was reading seriously in the morning, but still couldn't hold back, approached Xiu Qingyan and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yan, what are you doing early in the morning, could it be...... Because of Wen Qiong, right? ”

Xiu Qingyan didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the back of his head with a ponytail in front of him, his hair was jet black, and the skin on his neck was whiter in comparison.

Although Xiu Qingyan didn't respond, Meng Ling's eyes basically understood when he looked at him.

The weather was cold, and there were not many classmates sleeping on their stomachs during the lunch break, Wen Qiong and Su Guoer closed their eyes face to face for a while, couldn't sleep and sat up again, and gently flipped through the book to read.

At this time, someone whispered to her at the back door. Wen Qiong turned her head and recognized that the person who called her was the study committee member of the next class, and the two only nodded at each other. She got up, tried not to disturb the rest of the class, and came to the door.

The study committee member of the next class smiled and said, "Someone is looking for you, at the school gate." ”

Wen Qiong couldn't help but be stunned, "Who?" ”

"A handsome guy, he said to return your pen, go quickly, the weather is so cold, it's not good for people to wait at the door for too long."

Pen? Handsome guy? Wen Qiong was quite dazed, "I haven't borrowed anyone's pen." ”

"Then I don't know, he said to look for Wen Qiong, but he is not from our school, and the guards will not let him in."

Wen Qiong nodded, "I see, thank you." ”

"You're welcome, let's go." She smiled and walked away.

Wen Qiong stood at the door of the classroom for a while, unable to think of anyone who would come to her to return the pen, but she still went downstairs. It was lunch break and the school was quiet. She expanded her memories to her previous life, even in her previous life, she had never had such a memory, and her relationship with the opposite sex was not good, let alone knowing any handsome guys.

Chu Xin came on a mountain bike, with one leg on the ground, one foot on the pedals, and a black backpack on his back, turning his head sideways to look at W City No. 1 Middle School. There are almost no students walking around the campus, not even the teacher, and it is quiet and quiet. He waited for a while, and a girl with long hair came in the distance, Chu Xin subconsciously got off the mountain bike, and the girl got closer and closer, and he saw that the person was not Wen Qiong. Somewhat lost, he leaned back to the mountain bike.

Yu Miao is beautiful and used to being sought after in school, she saw a boy from a distance, and when she saw her appear, the other party got off the mountain bike. Yu Miao pursed her lips helplessly, alas, another one who liked her, she straightened her long hair and walked out of the school gate. When she saw each other's appearances clearly, she couldn't help but be overjoyed that she was so handsome.

Yu Miao looked at this unfamiliar boy, her eyes did not take her eyes off, waiting for the other party to talk to her. But after waiting for a long time, Chu Xin looked at the school as if he hadn't seen her at all.

Yu Miao gritted her teeth and stepped forward to talk, "Are you?" ”

Chu Xin turned his head sideways and glanced at her, "What?" ”

"Y-Who are you looking for?" Yu Miao tilted her head, her long hair was shawl, and she had always been cute and touching when she did this action.

"I'm looking for Wen Qiong." Chu Xin glanced at the gel pen in his hand, the two words Wen Qiong on it were small but very clear.

"Wen Qiong?" Yu Miao thought about it and found that she didn't know, "Who is that?" ”

Chu Xin smiled, "If you don't know each other, forget it." ”

Yu Miao secretly regretted in her heart that such a handsome boy was not looking for her, she didn't want to leave for a while, she wanted to see who he was waiting for.

At this time, Chu Xin's eyes lit up.

Wen Qiong stepped across the school gate and walked out, and when she saw Yu Miao standing next to Chu Xin, she stopped and her gaze fell between the two of them. Seeing Yu Miao's smiling face, she seemed to have returned to the time when they forced her to divorce together, she held the baby and retreated repeatedly, Chu Xin's cold face and Yu Miao's smug expression haunted her like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up.

Wen Qiong frowned, and immediately turned around to leave.

Chu Xin was in a hurry, he threw down the mountain bike, rushed forward and grabbed Wen Qiong's arm, "Wen Qiong, I'll return your pen." ”

Wen Qiong broke away from his hand and glanced at the pen, "Thank you, but don't need it, I don't want this one." After saying that, she pushed Chu Xin away and walked towards the school.

Chu Xin stood in place, the pen cover in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, he hesitated, squatted down and picked up the pen cover. The font of Wen Qiong on it was very beautiful, and he clenched his fingers and clutched the pen tightly.

Wen Qiong only left a slender back, and walked farther and farther.

W City No. 1 Middle School Wen Qiong. Chu Xin chewed on the name repeatedly between his tongue. After a few minutes, Wen Qiong finally lost sight, and he came back to his senses.

"That ......" Yu Miao witnessed the whole process, and also recognized who Wen Qiong was, wasn't it the front table of Xiu Qingyan, Yu Miao thought of the girl's face, and her eyes were full of disdain.

"Are you alright?" Yu Miao's voice was gentle.

Chu Xin regained his usual coldness, he glanced at Yu Miao lightly, and walked towards his mountain bike.

Yu Miao was suddenly extremely annoyed. Can't see her, can you?! She refused to stop and stepped forward and asked, "Do you like Wen Qiong?" ”

Chu Xin's expression was not as gentle as before, and he said in a clear tone: "What's the matter with you?" ”

Yu Miao's face was blue and white for a while, and finally turned red.