Wen Qingyun was almost petrified in place.

Why didn't she expect it, both of them were surnamed Jiang.

Speaking of which, she was still wondering in the morning that Jiang Xu, a cold-hearted person, actually decorated a room with such a pink and tender room at home, but now it is strung together, it is for Jiang Mengmeng.

It's just that she didn't expect Jiang Xu's life process to be so fast?

When others were still starting a business and going on a blind date, he directly fast-forwarded to divorce with a baby???

Jiang Xu's cold eyes seemed to have a moment of stiffness, and Wen Qingyun took the lead in breaking the silence, "Jiang Mengmeng's father, right?" Your child's bag has been left behind. ”

After speaking, she wanted to return the schoolbag to Jiang Mengmeng, but who knew that she was like an octopus, tightly bound to her.

Jiang Xu's voice sank, "Jiang Mengmeng." ”

Jiang Mengmeng's eyes flashed with tears, and she pitifully begged Wen Qingyun for help, "Teacher, my father is so fierce." ”

Wen Qingyun: "......"

Although she hadn't completely recovered from the shock, her professional ethics still made her raise her head and say, "Jiang Mengmeng's father, it is best to treat your children with strict kindness, you have always been too strict, and your children will be afraid of you." ”

Jiang Xu glanced at the pink schoolbag, and then at Jiang Mengmeng, who had a dead face, and took a deep breath, "Come here, I won't murder you." ”

Jiang Mengmeng refused, so she had to inch in, "Don't, unless you praise my skirt for looking good!" ”

One person and one baby are facing each other like this, no one is willing to give in, but the bitter thing is that Wen Qingyun's skirt is really going to be rubbed off.

She carried a skirt and schoolbag in one hand, and Jiang Mengmeng in the other, trying to round the two, "Jiang Mengmeng's father, educate children to be patient." ”

Jiang Xu took a deep breath, "I understand. ”

After speaking, he stepped forward and reached out to take the schoolbag in Wen Qingyun's hand, but his movements suddenly froze, he looked down at Jiang Mengmeng, who was also frozen, his lips hooked, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he was very frightening, "Jiang Mengmeng, you secretly don't eat lunch again?" ”

Jiang Mengmeng tried to get by, "Dad, you can praise me for my beautiful skirt, so that I won't be angry with you." ”

Jiang Xu closed his eyes hard, opened his eyes again, his eyes fell on her ugly fluorescent pink skirt, and under Jiang Mengmeng's expectant gaze, he spit out three words, "Ugly." ”

He was greeted by thunderous cries.

Wen Qingyun: "......"

Caught off guard, facing Jiang Mengmeng's tearful eyes, she sobbed and said, "Teacher, is my skirt really ugly?" ”

Wen Qingyun: "......"

She seems to suddenly understand that behind every set of ugly matches, there is a child who is extremely persistent.

She barely squeezed out a smile, and wiped the tears from the corners of Jiang Mengmeng's eyes with her fingertips, "It's not ugly." ”

Jiang Mengmeng stopped crying, and took her hand excitedly, "Teacher, then tell my dad quickly, where is my dress beautiful?" He's so stupid he can't even see how nice this dress is! ”

Wen Qingyun: "......"

was embarrassed, and a hanging-up "Meng Meng ~" came over.

Jiang Mengmeng stood on tiptoe and shouted sweetly: "Dad!" ”

The moment Wen Qingyun froze, a young man in a black leather jacket walked over and easily lifted Jiang Mengmeng, different from Jiang Xu's cold peach blossom eyes, his peach blossom eyes were affectionate, and when he laughed, there was a shallow dimple on his cheeks, as if he noticed her gaze, he glanced at it casually.

The moment they looked at each other, both of them were startled, and they spoke almost at the same time:

"Meng Yuan?!"

"Wen Qingyun?!"

Wen Qingyun is really going to be messy, how can Jiang Mengmeng have two fathers?

The two dads were also her high school classmates.

Probably seeing her confusion, Meng Yuan laughed, "We are her godfather, her mother is abroad all the year round, and the two of us will take care of her for her." ”

After speaking, he also asked seriously, "To treat children, we have taught her to be flat when a bowl of water is leveled since childhood, so now, guess what?" ”

Wen Qingyun: "She learned to level a bowl of water?" ”

Meng Yuan was very proud, "No, she learned two bowls of water, one, three, five, her name is Meng Mengmeng, and two, four, six, she is called Jiang Mengmeng." ”

Jiang Mengmeng whispered, "I still like Jiang Mengmeng." ”

Meng Yuan jumped out with her in his arms, "No, you don't like it." ”

Wen Qingyun: "......"

How does she think that Meng Yuan is more unreliable than Jiang Xu.

For a while, only Wen Qingyun and Jiang Xu were left on the scene, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

She thought about politeness and went to her lunch break, and the person next to her seemed to feel something, and lifted his eyelids very slowly, and his eyes swept over coldly.

Inexplicably, there was some difficulty breathing.

Jiang Xu looked down at her and said with a smile, "What?" Not enough signatures? Do you want to take a group photo? ”

Wen Qingyun: "......"

Worried that he would really pull herself to take a photo, she quickly shook her head, "Enough is enough, that, I still have classes in the afternoon, I'll go first?" ”

Young Master Jiang hummed extremely indifferently.

Wen Qingyun turned his head and left, and listened to him squeeze out a sentence without pain in his throat, "Don't want the phone?" ”

"You have my phone?" Wen Qingyun was stunned.

In the next second, a familiar mobile phone appeared in front of her, and Wen Qingyun was shocked, "You...... You got it from my aunt? ”

Jiang Xu said expressionlessly, "Hmm." ”

He was so quiet, Wen Qingyun was a little scared, "She won't blackmail you, right?" My phone isn't worth much......"

Jiang Xu's eyes flashed, "No, I got it quite smoothly." ”

Wen Qingyun will be suspicious, Wen Huachun is indeed a person who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard, and she must have asked Jiang Xu for her last night, probably because she couldn't afford to provoke him, so she was willing to give up for the time being.

But how did he know that his mobile phone was taken by Wen Huachun?

Wen Qingyun was very puzzled in her heart, and after thinking about it, she could only temporarily understand that Wen Huachun was holding the mobile phone and said something, and Master Jiang was a good person to the end and helped her together.

Speaking of which, the two didn't know each other well in high school, and they only spent a year at the same table for a short time, Wen Qingyun didn't expect such a small classmate relationship to allow him to save himself last night, and by the way, he also helped himself get back the mobile phone that he couldn't have returned.

Even if he didn't mention the favor, Wen Qingyun couldn't help it, held the mobile phone, and said to him sincerely, "Yesterday and today, thank you very much, when this month's salary is paid, I will definitely give you a big red envelope!" ”

Jiang Xu raised his eyes casually and repeated her words nonchalantly, "Big red envelope? ”

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the smile in his eyes was a little sloppy, "Teacher Wen is developed now?" ”

The air was quiet and only the sound of the two of them breathing lightly, and the few fragments of memories about Jiang Xu suddenly jumped into his mind.

Wen Qingyun remembered in a trance that when she was in high school, the cost of dance classes was high, and in order to save money, she took a boxed lunch to school at noon. Unexpectedly, it aroused the appetite of Young Master Jiang, who was rich and wealthy, not only exchanged it with a luxurious lunch box with her, but also directly offered to spend money to let her make one for herself in the future.

The year she shared the table with Jiang Xu, she brought him a bento for almost a year.

In my impression, the moment when the two "sympathize with each other" is when they eat a boxed lunch at noon.

Inexplicably, Wen Qingyun remembered again-

At that time, the high school desk was old, and the chair could make a babbling sound if she moved it casually, and she would sit by the window, and every noon, she would slowly pull out two lunch boxes in this babbling sound, and hand one of them to the teenager who had just woken up next to her.

After years of goodbye, Jiang Xu is no longer the teenager who loved to wear loose sweatshirts back then.

His once youthful facial features have long since become tough and steady, but the sense of justice in his bones never seems to have disappeared.

Wen Qingyun suddenly couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Speaking of which, I used to bring you a bento for almost a year......

Before the sentimental words were finished, Jiang Xu pulled the corners of his mouth, and Hang Erlang said locally, "Missed?" It's not without a chance to want to cook for me. ”