Back at home, He Dasheng told He Mengjie that during the day today, people from the demolition and relocation office and the developer had already entered the village to find other people's homes, and it seemed that the discussion of the demolition had begun.

During this period of time, He Dasheng has recovered well, and he can basically take care of himself. He asked He Mengjie to only take care of the work, and he would solve the demolition and relocation matters. He Mengjie thought that her grandfather ate more salt than she ate rice, so why not worry about handing it over to him.

The next day was Saturday, Wenxuan was resting, and although He Mengjie still had to go to work, she was not so in a hurry in the morning.

By the time he arrived at Haojing Garden, Wenxuan had already gotten up. As soon as He Mengjie opened the door and saw him, she couldn't help but stay on the ground.

For the first time, he wore a sportswear and short-sleeved shorts!

He Mengjie's eyes widened, and her mouth could almost hold a goose egg.

In the past, even if he wanted to go out to exercise, it was generally more leisurely, because his sports were very "elegant", either fishing or golf, and occasionally playing billiards. He is usually dressed as a relaxed gentleman, looking very stylish, elegant and mature.

But, today!

Today he wore a bright blue tracksuit, the loose one, and his style was a drastic change from the past.

There is no "tall" style in the past, as if he is a dick boy who is about to go out to play basketball. If He Mengjie hadn't known his calmness and "poisonous tongue" a long time ago, she would never have believed that the tall man in front of her would be a successful lawyer!

What a turning point for God!

He Mengjie had long forgotten what politeness was, and she did not shy away from looking at him. Her eyes blinked, expressing her discomfort with his sudden change, but she had to admit that he seemed more "civilian" in this way.

Wen Xuan saw He Mengjie looking at himself, and it seemed a little unnatural. He touched his unkeen, slightly messy hair, and seemed to say casually: "I saw that there are still college jerseys in the closet today, so I will take them out and try them to see if my figure has changed if I haven't played in the past few years - hey, where are my socks......?"

By the end of his speech, his voice became quiet, and then his eyes began to look around for his socks.

He Mengjie pursed her lips and said angrily: "Your socks are not in your hands?" ”

Wen Xuan's face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Oh...... I don't want this pair of ......," he said, turning and going upstairs to his bedroom.

When he went downstairs, he changed into a pair of socks. He Mengjie brought milk and eggs in front of him and asked, "Are you going out to exercise today?" ”

"yes, so wear something that's suitable for sports." Wen Xuan's tone was light, and the previous unnaturalness seemed to have completely disappeared.

He Mengjie remembered that when she looked at Wang Zihao yesterday, she also fantasized about what Wen Xuan would look like in this kind of clothes, who knew that it would really come true today! It's so dramatic!

She couldn't help but smile when she thought about it, and this smile was immediately sensitively captured by Wen Xuan: "What are you laughing at?" Is it so ridiculous that I wear tracksuits? ”

He Mengjie hurriedly held back, her face flushed. She shook her head and said with a slight dogg: "How can it be funny, our boss, the famous Wen barrister, is also quite handsome in sportswear!" ”