Sooner or later, I'll commit suicide with depression

When did you start hating her so much?

Is it when he discovered that Wen Xili had become the producer of Director Jiang's movie, and the person who personally wanted to hold ginger wine was on the throne?

Was it when she was deliberately pushed into the water by ginger wine, fell into the water and was hospitalized, complained to Wen Xili, but was coldly questioned by Wen Xili?

Or that day, when she was secretly photographed by ginger wine, and Wen Xili didn't do anything although she defended her?

No, it's neither.

It was the first time she saw Ginger Wine, and she began to hate her.

She hated Jiang Jiu's face that was even more beautiful than her, hated her style of acting, hated Wen Xili cared so much about her, and hated that someone was competing with her for the position of the young grandmother of the Wen family.

Finally, Chu Wanning stopped fighting with her, and the women around Wen Xili were the only ones left, but another ginger wine appeared.

And Wen Xili cared about her.

Simply, unforgivable.

Lingdankou clasped his hand slightly, and his fingers, which were painted with red nail polish, buckled into the flesh of his palm.

In her life, she has never hated someone so much, and she never knew that she subconsciously hated ginger wine so much.

I hate it, I can't wait for her to disappear into this world.

When I thought about it like this, I felt a little lighter.

She raised her head, pursed her lips, and looked at the man's face: "Brother Wen, I ......"

In front of this man, I don't know why, all the thoughts in my heart can be said calmly.

It seems that no matter what you think, you can be gently tolerated by this man.

The man sat across from her, just looking at her and smiling softly.

*

"Sir, I've already asked someone to send Miss Ling back."

The housekeeper Lin De stood respectfully at the door of the study and whispered to the man in the study.

The man leaned on the back of the chair, his plain white hands, and gently played with a small bronze incense burner on the table.

The aroma in the air seemed to be a little stronger, and Linde took a step back quietly, as if to avoid the sandalwood that invaded people's hearts.

"Did Sang-ryu sleep?"

"The little master is going out tomorrow," Linde lowered his head and said respectfully, "I still refuse to sleep." ”

"......" Wen Fengmian's fingers fiddling with the incense burner flicked lightly, and his white fingertips flicked the switch of the incense burner, extinguished the sandalwood inside, and stretched out his hand to Linde, "Help me go over and take a look." ”

Linde answered, and hurriedly walked over to help him into a wheelchair.

Wen Xiangliu sat on his small bed, holding the small leather ball, his white and tender little face was full of unhappiness.

Seeing Wen Fengmian come in, he snorted coldly and turned his head.

In this world, I am afraid that only he dares to play petty with Wen Fengmian like this, and only Wen Xiangliu can Wen Fengmian be so tolerant.

Linde pushed out, not disturbing the conversation between the master and apprentice.

"Where do you want to run tomorrow?"

Wen Fengmian slowly came to Wen Xiangliu's face, looking at the pouting child, his gentle eyebrows were stained with a touch of sternness.

"If you don't do your homework well and think about going out all day long, how will you inherit the family business in the future? Your father didn't have anything like you when he was a kid. ”

The warm willow mouth is almost like hanging an oil bottle.

"You lock me in the house all day, I'm going to commit suicide with depression sooner or later!"

Wen Fengmian's eyebrows frowned, and he said, "Children's families, don't talk nonsense all day long!" ”

"I've finished my homework for tomorrow, and I'm going out tomorrow."

"Nope."

Wen Xiangliu lifted the quilt and got in, turning his back to Wen Fengmian: "I have already informed you, anyway, I have to go out tomorrow, and you have the ability to stop me." ”

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