Onori had a very fragrant dream.

The male protagonist in the dream is still her best friend and cousin.

The next day, Wen Zhi whispered to his best friend: "Your cousin has a red mole on his chest. ”

My best friend admonished: "My cousin is the flower of Kaolin, and he will break off his love and career, and you will have no results!" ”

Wen Zhi believed.

However, in a dream one night, my cousin pointed to his body and said to Wen Weaving, "There is still a mole here, do you want to see it?" ”

——

The heavy flannel curtains were airtight, and there was an intermittent sobbing sound in the darkness.

Wen Ori was imprisoned, and the sound of a man's breathing fell in her ears, and she was afraid to flee.

The man sensed her horror and slowly touched the side of her face with his palm.

Looking at each other in the dark, Onori only vaguely saw a vague outline, and she tried to see more clearly, but in the end she could only see the red mole on the man's chest.

The middle of the night passed.

Wen Ori got up with her tired body, and when she slowly groped for the direction of getting out of bed, she accidentally touched the man's hand, and she suddenly stiffened and didn't dare to move again.

Men are awake.

He grabbed Wen Weaving's wrist and asked her in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

This time, Wen Ori seemed to see his face.

"I'm ......" Her eyes were frightened, and she slowed down as she spoke, and then she didn't know where she got the courage, and suddenly raised her head and slammed into the man's forehead.

The pain was overwhelming.

Onori also woke up from her dream.

She sat up, clutching her forehead, her little face looking particularly painful.

Buzz-

The phone on the pillow is vibrating.

Wen Zhi slowed down for a moment before picking up the phone, and the voice of her best friend Meng Fan came from the phone, asking her, "Where are you?" ”

Wen Weaving was stunned.

Where? What's going on?

Meng Fan didn't hear Wen Weaving's voice for a long time, and asked again, "You didn't just get up, did you?" ”

“……”

Wen ori finally remembered.

Last night, she made an appointment with Meng Fan to meet at Jiuqu Villa today, but she only woke up now!

Meng Fan on the other end of the phone snorted: "I know that you overslept, fortunately, I expected things like a god and postponed the time to go out, but I am about to go out, you should go out quickly." ”

Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and responded, "Got it." ”

Putting down the phone, Wen Ori raised her hand and touched her forehead.

Compared to the pain on my forehead when I woke up, I didn't feel anything anymore.

She looked down at the Buddha beads on her wrist, and thought to herself, next time she used the Buddha beads to dream, she should be cautious, otherwise she would meet a pervert like last night, and be bullied by a pervert for a night.

When he was about to go out later, Wen Weaving took off the Buddhist beads and put them back in the box, and then changed his clothes and went out.

The taxi she was in happened to be blocked today, so there was a short traffic jam on the road.

After arriving at Jiuqu Villa, Wen Zhi was led by the manager to Meng Fan's private exclusive soup pool. Walking through the rockery and spotted bamboo forest full of ancient artistic conception, the manager stopped outside the door and raised his hand to signal Wen Weaving: "Go inside." ”

Wen Ori nodded and walked inside.

The closer you get to the hot pool, the clearer the conversation will be.

It was Meng Fan's angry voice, and she was scolding: "Song Yuxing, are you sick?" You don't look at how old your cousin is, how heavy the tonnage is, how many wives he has found, what virtues he has, and the toad wants to eat swan meat. ”

Song Yuxing explained: "Don't listen to those comments, I think it's the most suitable thing for Wen Zhi to marry my cousin, and only older people will hurt people." ”

Meng Fan suddenly asked, "Your cousin is forty-seven this year, right?" ”

Song Yuxing squatted down by the soup pool: "It's not yet the forty-seventh birthday, when Wen Zhi marries my cousin, the birthday banquet and the wedding banquet will be held together, and then the entire upper class society of the white market will be invited to participate, Wen Zhi will be beautiful." ”

Meng Fan smiled angrily: "It sounds a little reasonable. ”

Song Yuxing bent her lips and smiled: "You find time to tell Wen Weaving about this?" I know you have a good relationship. ”

Meng Fan looked at Song Yuxing: "It's better like this, good things come in pairs, you introduce me to your grandfather, how about I give you a grandmother?" In this way, kiss on kiss. ”

Song Yuxing's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she stood up: "Meng Fan, you are shameless!" My grandfather is eighty-nine! What do you want him? ”

"Tu he is old, Tu he doesn't take a bath!"

Meng Fan's arm was on the edge of the soup pool, the skin on his shoulders was white and glowing, and he said with a smile: "When the time comes, my wedding banquet with your grandfather will be held with his ninetieth birthday, and the banquet will invite the entire upper class society of the white market, so that I can also be beautiful." ”

Wen Ori behind the screen almost laughed.

She and Meng Fan have known each other since childhood, Meng Fan's personality has been very pungent since he was a child, whether it is verbal or material, he never lets himself suffer, but anyone who is scolded by Meng Fan can be depressed all day.

At this time, Song Yuxing's face was blue with anger from Meng Fan: "I am kind enough to find a home for Wen Weaving, not to mention that my cousin is not bad, he is very rich, why are you so sarcastic." ”

Meng Fan took a grape from the stilt plate and put it in his mouth, and sighed twice: "Song Yuxing, look at your maintenance strength, if this is put aside in ancient times, you will definitely be able to marry your cousin." ”

Song Yuxing pointed to Meng Fan in the soup pool and gritted her teeth: "You, you are really too much." ”

Meng Fanxue and Song Yuxing spoke: "You, you, you're really too much, giggle." ”

“……”

Song Yuxing turned around and left.

However, after taking a few steps, Song Yuxing turned back again.

She was really angry, and said to Meng Fan: "Now you are protecting Wen Weaving, who in the Wen family cares about her?" Today you broke off her marriage so well, and in the future she will marry even worse, and the first person to resent you is you——!! ”

As soon as Song Yuxing's words were finished, Meng Fan took a piece of watermelon from the stilt plate and smashed it at Song Yuxing: "You can say another word and try it!" Do you want me to sew your rotten mouth shut! ”

Song Yuxing couldn't dodge the watermelon that smashed over, and she was dirty.

She was so angry that she didn't scold a word for a long time, and simply left.

Wen Zhi avoided touching Song Yuxing, retreated to the other side of the screen, and waited for Song Yuxing to leave, then opened the bead curtain in front of the screen.

Meng Fan raised his eyes and saw Wen Zhi coming, and asked with a smile: "Did you hear it?" ”

Onori nodded.

She walked in, raised her hand to hold the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked, "Why is Song Yuxing here?" ”

"She saw me when I came, and I had to follow up to find her, so I had to scold her for a few days."

Meng Fan said, beckoning to Wen Weaving: "Take off your glasses quickly, there are only the two of us here." ”

The service staff handed the prepared bandeau and shorts to Wen Ori, who took off the glasses that covered her face and went in to change them out.

Meng Fan glanced at it and teased: "Look at these snow-white legs, but if I were a man, you wouldn't be able to get out of the soup pool until it got dark." ”

Wen Zhi was used to being teased by Meng Fan, so he calmly answered: "It's a pity that you are not a man." ”

Meng Fan smiled: "Is it too late for me to go to Tyrande now?" ”

Wen Weaving entered the soup pool and went to Meng Fan's side: "You laugh so obscenely." ”

Meng Fan, who was in front of Wen Zhi, never cared about the image, she rested her chin on Wen Zhi's shoulder: "Song Yuxing's words just now, don't you get angry when you listen to them?" ”

Wen Zhi shook his head: "No, I won't marry her cousin." ”

Meng Fan continued: "Yes! If you want to marry, you have to marry a man like my cousin!" ”