He Mengjie shrugged her shoulders: "Your camera was taken away by your father, he had a party at night, saying that he wanted to take pictures." ”

Wen Tingyu said angrily: "You lie, my dad doesn't like to take pictures the most." This camera was originally bought for me, and he never took a picture! ”

He Mengjie was stunned, thinking of Wen Xuan's expression when he took the camera, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. I don't know what the hell this person has and what he's going to do!

At this time, Wen Tingyu attacked: "You said, did you secretly hide my camera in order to delete that photo!" ”

He Mengjie looked aggrieved: "How dare I hide your camera, you are the hostess of this house!" It's really your dad who took it, maybe he's suddenly interested in taking pictures today? She said as she took out her mobile phone and gestured to call, "Or, I'll call your dad and ask him yourself?" ”

Wen Tingyuhu stared at He Mengjie's face suspiciously for a while, probably didn't see any clues, and finally shook his head and said, "Forget it." You comb my hair first, and I'll draw later. ”

He Mengjie hurriedly helped Wen Tingyu comb her hair, and Wen Tingyu sat at the desk and drew seriously. It's just graffiti, and after a while a big monster is drawn. Four is not like it, and it is very ugly.

Wen Tingyu tilted his head to look at her and asked, "Do you know how to write?" ”

Nonsense! He Mengjie rolled her eyes, did she think she was listening to the rain!

"Write what?" He Mengjie pouted and turned the drawing paper to herself, picked up the pen and asked Wen Tingyu.

"Just write next to it, Mr. He." Wen Tingyu pursed his lips and said.

This dead "red boy"! He Mengjie turned her head and squinted at her, her little face bulged, and she seemed to be smiling secretly. She rolled her eyes and wrote three words next to the painting.

Wen Tingyu stretched out his head to take a look, his little face suddenly sank, and he said angrily: "What did you write!" ”

He Mengjie blinked: "Teacher He! ”

"You're a liar! You wrote my name! Wen Tingyu clicked the three words of Juanxiu with his chubby little finger.

He Mengjie spread out her hands and shrugged her shoulders: "Who made you unable to write?" If you ask me to write, then listen to me. ”

Wen Tingyu snorted heavily, crumpled the paper in his hand, and threw it on the ground.

He Mengjie didn't pay attention to her, she took a piece of paper and painted it seemingly casually, and it was done after a while.

Wen Tingyu couldn't help but stretch out his head curiously to look, and at this look, his big dark eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that He Mengjie drew a little girl on paper, with a big head with a bit of comic color, but it was very cute. He Mengjie wrote the words "Teacher He" next to the painting.

Wen Tingyu immediately protested: "This is clearly me, why don't you write my name?" ”

He Mengjie smiled, pulled over a small piece of paper, wrote the words "Wen Tingyu", and said to her: "Practice it according to my example, you must have learned it immediately if you are so smart, and then you write your name next to the painting, okay?" ”

Although Wen Tingyu pouted, she still bowed her head softly and practiced according to what she wrote. I have to say that she is indeed a smart child, and she will learn it in a short time.

Wen Tingyu was not busy writing his name next to the painting, his big eyes and bones were rolling, and he said to He Mengjie: "I guess you definitely won't paint my father!" ”

He Mengjie smiled slightly, isn't she still clear about her ghost idea? She was afraid that she wouldn't paint, and she would engage in a radical method. But today, let's pretend not to know for the time being, and let her stir up. She didn't speak, took a blank piece of paper, closed her eyes and thought about it.

Wen Xuan's handsome face immediately appeared in her mind, it was like a 3D movie, so realistic, so close, and she could even see clearly where there was a small inconspicuous black mole on his face.

He Mengjie was a little frightened and suddenly opened her eyes. How could she remember him so clearly!

She reached out and stroked her accelerated heart, shook her head, and comforted herself that she must have been too "poisonous" by him at the beginning, so she remembered his death very clearly. Didn't people say this to their enemies: "Even if I die, I will not forget what you were?" Of course, he is not her enemy yet, but the "poisonous tongue" also makes people feel the urge to beat him to death.

He Mengjie was too involved in her wandering here, and she didn't know that Wen Tingyu had already observed her for a long time. Finally, Wen Tingyu got impatient and reached out to pull her: "Is my dad so handsome, you can't help but stop?" ”

He Mengjie pursed her lips and snorted and said, "Who said your father is handsome?" I look ugly! That is, you treat him as a treasure all day long! ”

Wen Tingyu stopped talking and stared at her suspiciously. This time, He Mengjie humbly shifted his gaze to the blank piece of paper. In order to end the topic quickly, she started to write, and slowly she felt the feeling of drawing, and the tip of the pen flew to the back.

In the end, He Mengjie threw the pen, clapped her hands and said, "Okay! ”

Wen Tingyu seemed to be afraid that he would not appreciate it carefully enough, so he turned the paper around and looked at it carefully.

On the painting paper, a portrait with a big head and a small body, that face is not handsome, but it is very similar to Wen Xuan. What's special is that he has a pair of very large glasses on the bridge of his nose and a briefcase in his hand, which looks very witty and funny.

Wen Tingyu looked at it and smiled, and said, "This is indeed my dad, and I also think that the pair of glasses he wears is very bad, hahaha!" She didn't know what she was thinking, but she laughed at the end.

He Mengjie blinked and asked her, "Do you want to write the word "father" next to your father's painting and wait for him to come back in the evening as a gift?" ”

Wen Tingyu immediately applauded when she heard this, sat down solemnly, and began to copy the "Dad" written by He Mengjie for her.

Unknowingly, He Mengjie and Wen Tingyu lived peacefully for an afternoon, which made He Mengjie very pleased.

Wen Xuan was as he said, and there was no sign of coming back until seven o'clock in the evening. At eight o'clock, Wen Tingyu's eyes were a little unenergetic when watching TV. At nine o'clock, she began to nap, but refused to go upstairs to sleep. The painting was in her hand, and she had sworn at dinner that she would give her the gift as soon as her father returned.

It's a pity that Wen Xuan finally lived up to Wen Tingyu's enthusiasm, and until ten o'clock, Wen Tingyu finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep, and he hadn't come back yet.

He Mengjie carried Wen Tingyu upstairs, covered the quilt, and sat down in the living room again. Although the TV was on, she was always paying special attention to what was going on outside.

When the clock was pointing to eleven o'clock, there was a sudden light outside. He Mengjie knew that it was the headlight of the car, so she jumped up suddenly, opened the door and went out.