A woman who had just entered the store arrived, with a delicate face, fair skin, and a gentle smile on her face.

She walks calmly, with a bit of elegance when she walks.

Stopping at Wen Xiaoke's side, she looked at the young woman and said softly, "The color of this silk scarf is dark, and it will look mature and charming after wearing it, and you are only in your twenties, there is no need to dress yourself up so maturely, it would be better to be young and lively." ”

Since Wen Xiaoke saw the person in front of him, his body stiffened slightly, he looked at her coldly, and his hands tightened unconsciously.

Wen Yunwei!

When she saw Wen Yunwei's face, what came to her mind was her daughter's cold and breathless body.

A small lump, so cute, but forever closed its eyes.

As soon as the picture turned, she saw the scene of being swept out of her previous life, confused and helpless.

And when she went everywhere, she would be bullied, and later I learned that those people were all found by Wen Yunwei, just to prevent her from having a good time.

After that, she still felt that it was not enough, so she teamed up with Tian Yingying and a few people to push her off the Xinghui Building.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoke's good-looking eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a light of hatred in them.

"Ma Ma ......" Xiao Zimo's hand was a little painful, and he screamed softly.

Xiao Zimo's voice was very soft, but it was like a light in the endless darkness, slowly illuminating Wen Xiaoke's entire world.

Wen Xiaoke came back to his senses and slowly calmed down.

She looked at her red hand that was caught by herself, and her guilt was fully revealed, "I'm sorry, Xiaobao, it's my mother's fault." ”

Xiao Zimo shook his head, "Ma Ma, Zimo doesn't hurt." ”

The sentence "Zimo doesn't hurt" made Wen Xiaoke's heart melt, how could her Xiaobao be so cute and sensible!

Wen Xiaoke was stunned just now, and didn't notice that the woman had begun to hesitate under Wen Yunwei's persuasion.

"Sister, you just can't speak too much, and you always let others misunderstand what you mean, you see, isn't it okay now?" Wen Yunwei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said something to Wen Xiaoke with disgust.

Wen Yunwei then said to the young woman, "Don't blame my sister, she is actually a very good person, but she is not very good at talking, so don't worry about her." ”

Wen Xiaoke: "......" really thank you, she is sarcastic in and out of her words and can't speak.

Wen Xiaoke took Xiao Zimo and took a step back, "Don't, my mother gave birth to me, don't be a long sister and a short sister, and you see that I'm not wrong, don't you yourself say that people are old?" ”

Wen Yunwei's face was unnatural for a moment, and she quickly glanced at Wen Xiaoke with disgust, "Sister! How can you talk like that? Maturity is a temperament accumulated over the years, how can it be old? ”

"Doesn't maturity mean age? Isn't it old when you're old? Isn't that what you mean? Since you say that people are old, it's better to be straightforward, you have to beat around the bush, if people don't find out, it's okay, if they do, they will only think you're terrible. ”

As soon as Wen Xiaoke's words fell, the entire store was silent for several seconds.

They felt that what Wen Xiaoke said was very reasonable, and they couldn't refute it.

Suddenly, they couldn't look at the word "mature" anymore.

The young woman's face had completely darkened, she glared at Wen Yunwei fiercely, threw the silk scarf in her hand on Wen Yunwei, and gritted her teeth.