He is still not satisfied after sacrificing so much black-hearted cotton!
The father and daughter glared at each other, turned their heads away at the same time, and then turned back to look at each other in tacit understanding.
"So what do we do now?"
"You are the head of the family, you figure it out!"
"The head of the family won't pay for your mistakes..."
No one knew what was going on in the room, and the father and daughter had to keep their voices down even when they were bickering.
After a while, Wen Dongrong pretended to wash a plate of fruit and brought it into the room.
He just went in and quickly backed out.
"How's it going?"
"Not so good. Your mother doesn't want to eat fruit. You made her angry."
In fact, Chen Ru didn’t say so many words. She just said “get out”. It’s hard to say who made her angry.
Wen Ying looked at the closed door, thought for a moment, then turned and went to the study.
Wen Dongrong followed in.
"You can't escape. You have to find a way to solve the problem!"
Wen Dongrong didn't want to sleep on the balcony all the time.
"Don't argue, I'm just solving a problem."
There's no use panicking.
She had to pace the conversation.
Comrade Chen Ru doesn’t want to talk?
This is not a problem for Wen Ying, after all, she is a writer.
Sometimes, the power of words is greater than language. If you can't maintain a calm attitude when talking face to face, writing a letter is also a way to communicate.
Seeing Wen Ying take out the letter paper and pen and write "Dear Mom" at the beginning, Wen Dongrong muttered: "Will this work?"
No matter whether it works or not, you have to try it. Wen Ying thinks Lao Wen is in the way and drives him out of the study.
More than an hour later, Wen Ying came out rubbing her hands and stuffed a thick letter into Chen Ru's room through the crack of the door.
…
When Chen Ru heard the movement at the door, she thought that the bastard named Wen was going to send her some fruit again.
I looked carefully and saw that no one had entered the house, but there was something at the door.
A letter.
——Written by the most beautiful Ms. Chen Ru.
To see the handwriting is to smell the cherry blossoms.
Chen Ru couldn't help but open the letter.
"Dear mother, I have a lot to say to you. I have wanted to talk to you countless times, but I am afraid to talk to you..."
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