"Yaoyao, eat more." Mother Wen sat at the dining table and put another shrimp dumpling into Wen Yao's bowl.

This is the food that Yuan Yuan loved when she was a child, and she didn't like it anymore when she grew up.

Just like the relationship between the original body and his parents, he also became indifferent after not seeing each other for a long time.

Wen Yao lowered her head, and her chopsticks fiddled with the dishes on the plate for a while. Being with the Wen family's parents made her feel uncomfortable.

"Yaoyao, your mother and I are going to City C this afternoon to discuss cooperation." Father Wen and Mother Wen exchanged glances, "You have to listen to Brother Fu's words." ”

Wen Yao secretly raised her eyes, and the man sitting there smiled gently, and her gaze was caught red-handed by the protagonist.

Fu Jin didn't seem to notice the girl's gaze at all, and said to Father and Mother Wen on the side: "Uncle and aunt, don't worry." ”

Originally, I wanted the Wen family's parents to take time out to accompany Wen Yao no matter what, but the girl's resistance to her parents was too obvious. Forcing them to accompany Wen Yao to create an illusion of happiness will only make her feel more embarrassed.

Rather, it was himself.

The smile on Fu Jin's lips deepened, which was a little intriguing.

Wen Yao's attitude towards him was very special.

The appreciation on Wen's mother was even worse, and she sighed in her heart: Fu Jin is really a gentleman.

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"Are you really relieved to leave your daughter alone at home with him?" Father Wen frowned, a little uneasy.

"What do you mean by being alone? Isn't there still an aunt and an uncle? The servants at home are all trustworthy, what are you afraid of? Mother Wen glared at Father Wen.

"Besides, that's the son of the Fu family! What do people want from Fu Jin? What can you covet our daughter? ”

Yes, Father Wen stopped talking. What Mother Wen said does make sense.

-

"Yaoyao, can I call you that?"

Fu Jin sat at the table, not dressed very formally like Wen Yao when she first saw him, only wearing a simple white shirt.

Although he didn't wear a tie, the buttons of his shirt were buttoned up to the top.

This is Fu Jin's room, which used to be empty, and the Wen family's parents specially let people clean it in order to give Fu Jin a place to live.

The man had only been in this room for a day, but he had made it his own territory.

A soothing unknown sound of music can be heard on the gramophone, and the black film under the stylus slowly turns.

The voice is not loud, it will not dominate, Wen Yao feels very pleasant.

"Yes." Wen Yao sat across the table and answered Fu Jin's question.

But her eyes didn't fall on Fu Jin, and she was first attracted by the ornaments on his table.

The color style is very distinctive, and it is easy to see that it is the perimeter of Master Corot's painting "Ninar".

Fu Jin seemed to know what she was looking at, "I also have an ornament of the same style, you can take it away later." ”

"However, let's talk to me about Wu Hao first."

Suddenly hearing this name, Wen Yao's fingers still curled up slightly, thinking about what to say.

She selectively told Fu Jin about the process of his first acquaintance and getting along with the original body.

Omitted the photo.

Wen Yao spoke very slowly, and the sentences were not very coherent, but Fu Jin listened patiently and would respond from time to time.

It feels as if he is standing in an absolute position towards you and listening to your story objectively.

He listens to you, but does not examine you.

"He is the one who is at fault, and it is not you." Fu Jin poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of Wen Yao.

Wen Yao originally thought that the teapot on the table was filled with tea, but she didn't expect it to be clear water.

She took the cup, and the water was still warm.