Seeing that He Mengjie didn't speak, Wen Xuan nodded and said, "Go to sleep." ”

He Mengjie looked down at her feet, and her voice was very low: "Aren't you sleeping?" ”

Wen Xuan glanced at her strangely: "I still have to take a bath, I'm too tired today......"

He Mengjie stretched out her hand in front of him.

Wen Xuan raised his eyebrows puzzled.

He Mengjie bit her lip: "Where's your camera?" You took the camera away in the afternoon, which made Tingyu suspicious of me, and always said that I stole her camera. ”

Wen Xuan chuckled and reached for the bag he had casually thrown on the other side of the couch. He Mengjie saw that he seemed to have a hard time even bending over, so she naturally walked over to help him get it. I just reached for it, but suddenly touched his hand that was just within reach.

His fingertips touched the back of her hand, and in an instant, something crisp and numb seemed to be in her body, and He Mengjie stood up straight all of a sudden.

He Mengjie felt that her face was burning again, and she quickly lowered her head and drooped her eyelids.

Wen Xuan was also a little stunned, but then he returned to normal. He took the bag in his hand, took out the small camera, and handed it to He Mengjie's eyes: "Give it to you." ”

He Mengjie took the camera, and had a strong desire to open it to see the photos he took, so she raised her eyes to look at him and asked.

Wen Xuan saw what she meant, nodded and didn't speak.

He Mengjie turned on the camera curiously, but was disappointed.

There is only one photo taken in the camera today, and it is not a portrait, but a photo of the interior environment of a bar. Blue light, a different mood.

"Just that?" She couldn't help but blurt out.

"Isn't one enough? I'm not a photographer in the first place. Wen Xuan replied lightly, got up and walked to the bathroom.

He Mengjie looked at his slender back and glared hard. Just take a picture and do what you do with your camera! Something seemed to beat lightly in my heart, could it ...... Did he really take the camera away to prevent her from deleting that ugly photo?

He Mengjie hurriedly shook her head, impossible, what did he want her ugly photos for! It must have been filmed, but when I got there, I found that there was nothing to shoot, so I didn't shoot it.

He Mengjie put the camera on the coffee table, ready to stop this boring speculation and go to sleep. At a glance, she saw the picture pressed under the magazine on the coffee table. The painting was originally intended by Wen Tingyu to wait for her father to come back and give it to him, but he fell asleep before he could do so.

He Mengjie took out the painting, looked carefully at the big-headed figure in the painting, and couldn't help but smile. Sometimes, she can't help but admire herself, it turns out that she is so artistically talented, this big-headed character is really very similar.

He Mengjie happily put the painting on top of the magazine, for fear that Wenxuan would not be able to see it, and pressed one corner of the painting with his teacup.

I was about to go upstairs to sleep, and I had just walked to the staircase when I heard the bathroom door click open.

He Mengjie turned her head to look in surprise, surprised that Wenxuan's bathing speed was incredible, but she saw him walk out naked again.

Just like in the morning, his hair was slightly messy. Seeing He Mengjie standing at the top of the stairs, he rubbed his head a little embarrassed: "That...... I didn't take my pajamas. He walked past her upstairs.

He Mengjie straightened her eyes, looked at his bare back, jumped cautiously, and involuntarily followed him upstairs.

Upstairs, he went to the left—his room, and she to the right—the room where Aunt Wang had slept.

When she was about to enter the room, he suddenly stopped her again: "Can you help me make a bowl of noodles?" I drank too much wine tonight and didn't eat much, and my stomach was a little sour. ”

He Mengjie rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. He leaned half out of the door, his deep eyes full of apologies and pleadings.

He Mengjie sighed softly and replied appointingly: "Okay! What noodles do you want? ”

Wen Xuan grinned, "Yangchun noodles are fine, don't put anything, put some soy sauce and vinegar." ”

Of course, He Mengjie couldn't put nothing, she put some shredded meat, dried tofu and shredded green peppers, and at the end, she also dropped a few drops of sesame oil in the noodles, and the smell of sesame oil suddenly filled the entire living room.

Wen Xuan happened to come out of the bathroom, wearing loose pajamas and wiping his hair with a bath towel. His hair was rubbed and piled up on his head, making him look a little cutie.

He Mengjie hurriedly lowered her eyes and placed the noodles firmly on the dining table. Wen Xuan sat down at the dining table, sniffed it, and praised it with some intoxication: "It's very fragrant!" ”

He Mengjie smiled sheepishly.

To be honest, although he staged a kissing scene in front of her after drinking tonight, compared with his calm and "poisonous tongue" in the past, he was more gentle and down-to-earth after drinking.

For some reason, He Mengjie still likes him now.

When he held the chopsticks, his always cold face showed a simple expression of joy like a child, which made He Mengjie's heart skip a beat. But my heart just jumped, and new problems appeared.

Wen Xuan's brows furrowed, looking at the pile of shredded green peppers piled next to the shredded meat.

He Mengjie pursed her lips and said, "Didn't some people say that it's good to eat green peppers." Fathers can't lead by example, how can they make their daughters do well? ”

Wen Xuan glanced up at her, took a shredded green pepper with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, ate it with bared teeth, and then pushed all the remaining shredded green peppers onto the table.

He Mengjie's heart suddenly became angry when he saw it, how could he do such a childish thing like a child!

Wen Xuan ignored her gaze, sucked the noodles with relish, and ate the big bowl in a few moments.

He Mengjie looked at his eating appearance, where was the elegant appearance when he ate Western food at noon today, and couldn't help but snort and said: "It seems that no matter how elegant you are when you eat Western food, when you eat Chinese noodles, you are all the same!" ”

Wen Xuan finished the last sip of noodle soup, frowned and replied, "Don't mention that Western meal, thanks to you, I haven't eaten enough since noon!" ”

He Mengjie glared at him: "What do you mean by my blessing?" Is it for your daughter's blessing? Are you the only one who hasn't eaten enough, and I still can't digest it. She remembered the embarrassed appearance of nurse Xiao Miao when she left, and couldn't help but smile, "It is estimated that Xiao Miao can't digest it well." ”

Hearing her mention Xiao Miao, Wen Xuan couldn't help but glance at her. "What are you doing, why are you going there!" He said with some disgust.

He Mengjie shrugged her shoulders: "Don't you know your daughter?" She is ready to grow up and marry your father, how can she let you go to pickle girls? ”