Only then did he slowly raise his eyes and look at the figure in front of him.

Wen Xian walked to a place near the window and stopped, pulled out the chair, took off his coat and put it on the chair next to him, and then sat down.

She is wearing a black tight turtleneck sweater today, which shows that although her figure is slender, she also has a more alienated aura.

Yes, I haven't seen her for a long time, she doesn't know what her own brother is like now, seventeen years old is not big, but it is not small anymore, and some of the qualities should have become.

The boy came and sat down across from her.

Wen Xian looked at him, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

In fact, I have to say that he still looks a little similar to himself.

The skin is fair, the eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and the contours are soft.

"What are you doing, for you to eat, for you to drink, for you to go to school, why don't you know how to call a sister when you meet?"

Wen Xian looked at him silently, looked at him seriously with his eyebrows, and asked.

When these words fell, the young man's face seemed to change slightly, his eyes slightly blocked by soft broken hair slowly lifted, and he was still holding a cup next to him in one hand, and his fingers were a little white.

It seems that her opening sentence directly poked him something.

It's just that now, he seems to have finally mustered up the courage, his eyes looked at her fixedly, and said in a juvenile voice: "Sister, in fact, I've wanted to see you for a long time, but I... I didn't have a reason before, and I didn't want you to have any misunderstanding......"

As he grew older, he did not forget what his sister experienced when he was a child, but he remembered it unforgettable.

Saying this, he wiped his eyes slightly, and on a white face, as if it was a little difficult to speak, he said:

"I went home that day and saw the message my mother sent you, I know you didn't reply, but I want to tell you, you don't have to worry about those things in my future, I'm a boy, you can buy your own house, and I can do it in the future, so you shouldn't have seen Mom's words. ”

As he spoke, Wen Xian looked at him like that, staring at his every move.

She could naturally see the embarrassment, shame, and embarrassment that the boy felt because of his mother's words, and the joints on the fingers holding the cup were slightly white.

Her eyes deepened slightly: "Why, don't you think so?"

"I'm not!"

The young man hurriedly retorted, with indescribable stubbornness and firmness in his eyes.

Wen Xian: "......"

Her eyes are complex.

To be honest, she was surprised that her brother could say such a thing, because in her assumptions, she was a woman with antisocial tendencies, and her brother should not be much better.

After all, what would it be like to grow up in such a family?

Wen Xian spoke again, and his tone paused: "Wen Yu, in fact, even if my mother said that, I won't buy you a house because of this, you are right, I also think it is your own business." ”

She has money and a lot of real estate, but that's what she earns from her own efforts.

For a child, getting used to him is harming him.

Wen Yu heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he couldn't see what he was thinking, and finally said: "I came here to tell you two things, the first is to tell you, that's what my mother meant, but it doesn't mean me, and the second thing ......"

He slowly raised his eyes, looked at her, and said seriously word by word: "I hope that man can make you love you very much and wish you happiness." ”