Wen Xin returned to her room and stomped her feet in anger. It was outrageous that when a father and son quarreled, others suffered.
She was a little suspicious. The Wen family was eager to send their daughter over, and Yan Zeyang didn't say anything or refuse. Was this actually his purpose? Just like He Wenyan's psychological description in the book, it would have been fine if he didn't look for you, but you came to him to be tortured.
But the supporting female character has very few roles in the book, let alone interaction with the protagonist. The only description is that the protagonist has cold eyes and doesn't even bother to glance at the supporting female character.
Is this some hidden plot that hasn't been written down?
She took off her coat angrily, hung it on the hanger, then lay on the bed. She calmed down for a long time before she thought, forget it, for the sake of saving her life, she would endure it!
Wen Zhen was almost heat to death in the middle of the night. The storage room was in a bad location and there was no air conditioning in the room. Only a window was open, and it was located in the corner. The wind was blocked by the wall and the room was as stuffy as a cage.
In addition, because of the change of place, she tossed and turned in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. She was so hot that she rolled up her pajamas and threw them aside. She only wore a pair of thin white silk boxer shorts that did not touch her skin, and a loose vest that reached her thighs. Her two long white legs were exposed and rested on the window sill. It was not until the second half of the night that she finally fell asleep.
Not long after I closed my eyes, I was awakened by a knock on the door.
Wen Xin was so angry that she jumped up, rushed over, opened the door with a bang, and glared at the other person.
Is this ever going to end?
The person outside was standing at the door against the light from the living room, his hand still in the posture of knocking. As soon as the door opened, an indescribable fragrance wafted to the face before anyone appeared.
Wen Xin was seen with sweaty black hair, staring at him angrily. She was wearing only a vest that reached her thighs, with huge waves on the upper part and naked on the lower part. It seemed that she was not wearing anything else.
Very rarely, under the warm glare, Yan Zeyang took a step back, coughed softly to cover up, and turned his head slightly, without his usual aggressive look.
Instead, he said unnaturally: "It's four o'clock, I'll be there at half past four..."
Before he could finish, Wen Xin angrily spat out three words: "I know!" and then slammed the door shut.
Yan Zeyang stood at the door in a daze for a while before walking out.
After Wen Xin closed the door, she thought about how he looked just now. It was a little abnormal. He was even backing away. Was she that scary? Thinking of something, he lowered his head and looked at himself.
The vest was a casual loose-fitting style with a large neckline, which only revealed a deep cleavage. She also wore shorts underneath, but they were hidden under the vest. However, to those who didn't know, it looked like she was not wearing any...
Ever since she got the system in her senior year of high school, she has been drinking natural skin care products every day. She also buys a lot of fresh edible roses and extracts all the rose essential oils at one time to prepare enough for a year. Products produced by the system must be high-quality. Only two drops are needed to be added to water, and just smelling it makes people feel like stepping into a sea of flowers.
After the essential oils were extracted, the remaining water and juice were also very precious and tasted very good. The system stored a lot of it, enough for her to drink every day.
The effect of this kind of oral and topical care is also very obvious. With sufficient nutrition and moisturizing, the whole person is very energetic, and the skin is as smooth and delicate as cream. Even she herself can't stop touching it. You know, there are so many beautiful girls in the art school. She has been able to maintain her position as the school belle for two years. It's not just her facial features that matter. No matter how beautiful you are, when you stand in front of her, your skin quality alone will make you invisible.
Wen Xin pulled her vest, speechless.
Normally he seems so arrogant like a favored child of heaven, and he won't even look you in the eye. He Wenyan even said that he was some kind of devil in the army, and she was really scared.
Now think about it, this era was not modern after all. There were not even paintings of celebrities at that time, let alone portraits. Women on the street would at most show their arms and calves, and anything above the knees was considered slutty.
At the protagonist's age, and still in the military, he is surrounded by men and rarely sees women. If you don't know him, you would think he is very knowledgeable.
Actually, I'm still a virgin.
When he saw her just now, he took a step back, his shock obvious.
I can't help but laugh out loud when I think about it, it's so funny.
In fact, she still had something in mind when she entered the Yan family. Even if she offended them, she would not be afraid, after all, they were "gentlemen".
The Wen family was lucky. After more than a year, their family just took away their son's quota and didn't do anything to them.
Military children like the Yan family are, after all, disciplined and courageous. No matter how angry they are, they have a bottom line. The most they can do is make the other party unemployed. It would be revenge if they destroyed the Wen family's rice bowl. If it were someone from another family background, Wen Xin would never dare to enter casually.
As a soldier, at least he is not a despicable person.
Judging from the way he looked at her and took a step back just now, he probably hadn't thought of any other means to deal with a woman. Even if he did, he would only use her as a nanny to order her around.
If you think this way, what is there to be afraid of?
There's nothing you can do to her!
Wen Xin was no longer sleepy and couldn't fall asleep, so she had to get up, fold the quilt, and find a white short-sleeved top and blue pants. When she came here, Luo Juan bought them from somewhere, fearing that her clothes would be too shabby and would not be liked by the son of a high-ranking official.
But in her opinion, there is no difference except that the collar changes from square to round and the size becomes more fitted.
Looking at the time, it was already 4:15, so she went to the kitchen, made some noodles, cut the noodles, and made a bowl of clear soup with lotus root noodles.
Not more, not less, just one bowl.
At half past four, Yan Zeyang came back on time, sweating all over. He washed his face and looked over. There was only a bowl of noodles on the table.
His face immediately turned dark.
"That's it?"
Wen Xin shrugged innocently: "The time you gave is too tight, so I can only make noodles."
Yan Zeyang had a bad temper, was arrogant and troublesome, and he immediately raised his brows after hearing this. However, after staring at Wen Xin for a long time, he did not get angry. He just sat down angrily, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles in the bowl with clear soup.
Wen Xin’s cooking skills are quite good. When she first learned to cook, she made noodles. Although the soup was clear, it was very delicious.
With the system, the food is simply delicious. My best friend Victoria Song used to love her cooking skills. When she was in college, she would occasionally cook a small pot. The whole dormitory would hear about it and people from other dormitories would come to share. The small pot would be shared out in no time and she herself could not even eat a few bites.
Sure enough, Yan Zeyang looked critically, picked up a chopstick with disgust, glanced at Wen Xin, took a bite, his expression froze, and then he continued to eat calmly.
Soon the bowl was empty.
Looking at the empty bottom of the bowl, is this the first time you feel that the bowl is so small? He had just finished running and was hungry. He finished his bowl of noodles.
"Anything else?"
Wen Xin smiled considerately at this time, "You gave me too tight a time limit, so I only made one bowl."
Yan Zeyang's face turned even darker.
He threw down the bowl and went upstairs.
He had to get to the military camp before five o'clock, so he moved very quickly. In less than five minutes, he changed into a neat olive green military uniform, and came down from upstairs with a belt in his hand in a solemn manner. When he passed the kitchen, he angrily tied the belt around his waist and glared at Wen Xin when he left the house.
Wen Xin pretended not to know in the kitchen. She did it on purpose. Although the soup was just clear, she put a lot of things in it and it was very delicious. However, she only made one bowl of it. He was in a hurry to get back to the camp, so he could only leave half-hungry and half-full.
Humph, let him knock on her door before four o'clock. When he came, He Wenyan said that there was a canteen in the military camp! He usually eats in the cafeteria.
Finally, after venting her anger, Wen Xin gave herself a thumbs up.
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