Scold.

Wen Qing's eyes were a little mocking, and he struggled to break free of his hand, and said with a wry smile, "You care so much about her emotions?" What about me? Think about it!

From the moment she walks in the door! Didn't I let her do that time? For example, when I covered her mouth yesterday, whether I used force or not, I don't believe you can't see it! Who is she doing there for her? ”

Ye Yimo sighed, his eyebrows were a little tired, "I know you have been wronged, but the situation is special these days, don't make it difficult for me anymore?" ”

Make it hard for him? Does she have it? He asked her to apologize, she said, he let her out, she came out!

Hold all the grievances in your heart, don't cry or make trouble. What else does he want from her?

Wen Qingwan suppressed the sudden negative emotions and tried her best to make her tone appear flat, "I don't want to talk to you now." ”

Wen Qingwan faintly crossed shoulders with him, and when he turned around, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Wen Qing pulled down the stairs and saw Zhang Yuan sitting at the dining table at a glance.

As soon as Zhang Yuan saw her, her expressionless face immediately smiled, and she stepped forward to grab Wen Qing's hand.

"Qingwan, you come down, I just called you, why shouldn't you?"

Wen Qingwan glanced at her strangely, and smiled forcefully, "No, I'm just... I didn't hear it. ”

"Oh, I see, then you should go to the hospital." Zhang Yuan smiled, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ye Yimo, who had just come down from upstairs.

And said, "Hahaha, I'm joking, Qingwan, let's go to dinner, right?" ”

Wen Qingwan couldn't say anything more, if she held on to it now, it would seem that she had a small belly.

Wen Qingwan had a calm face and could only nod.

In her opinion, the person who is going to the hospital is Zhang Yuancai, who pretends to be all day long, and played too much at home when he was a child, right?

The dinner of the three of them seemed to be the only one who had a good meal.

Zhang Yuan smiled and reached out to pour some soup into the bowl, raised his head and drank it all, and said vaguely, "Qingwan." ”

"Huh?" Wen Qingwan looked at her suspiciously.

"Ahem... Ahem. I only heard her cough a few times, and the soup that she didn't have time to swallow was squirted out directly, and went straight to Wen Qing's chin and clothes.

Wen Qingwan looked at the stains on her clothes, and the phlegm in the soup made her gag slightly.

Wen Qingwan was suddenly a little stunned, she reached out and wiped her chin, Zhang Yuan, is this a blatant provocation?

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan hurriedly took out a few tissues and wiped them on her, and kept saying, "I'm sorry!" Qingwan is sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry..."

She certainly didn't mean it, she did it on purpose!

Wen Qingwan only felt that the anger in his heart kept burning, what is this? I'm sorry, it's okay? The tiger doesn't make a threat, really when she is a little milk cat?

She was about to speak, but she noticed an inexplicable gaze from ahead.

Wen Qingwan squinted her eyes and looked up, and saw Ye Yimo looking at her meaningfully.

Suddenly I thought of what he said, "Let Zhang Yuan do more, don't make it difficult for me." ”

Suddenly.

The anger in his heart was instantly replaced with sourness.

She shook off Zhang Yuan's hand and stood up unhurriedly, "It's okay, I'm full, I'll go upstairs first." ”

[Ding~ Favorability +10, now Favorability 25]

It's ironic how much this favorability is added.

Wen Qingwan smiled silently, and after returning to the room, she took a shower for nearly an hour.

She looked at the long white dress soaked in the water and sighed slightly.

This skirt was given to her by the father of the original owner, Mu Qingwan.

She remembered that her father had said before he had said that every time she was a year old, he would prepare her a set of clothes that he had made by hand.

Two months after her father's death, she and her mother found a large box in the corner filled with clothes made by Mu's father.

Looking at the size, it should all be Mu Qingwan, and each piece is marked with labels one by one, from 1 to 18 years old.

The clothes are freshly made every year, but why are there so many in the box?

Don't... Her dad knew something might happen to him?

Intuition tells Wen Qingwan that things are not simple.