Don't think about my Wen Jing
Not long after the three of them came out, Chi Ya's father came to pick her up.
Wen Jing and Chen Songyan went backstage to receive the prizes, put them in the compartment of Chi Ya's father's tricycle, and watched the father and daughter leave.
"Bye, little puppy, I will miss you!" Chi Ya waved to the beige little pine tree in Chen Songyan's arms.
"Little sister, bark twice." After Chen Songyan said this, the puppy in his arms really barked.
Chi Ya's heart was about to melt. Even after the car drove away, she kept turning back and waving at them.
The tricycle completely disappeared from view. Wen Jing turned around and stretched out her hand, eager to try: "Can you give me a hug?"
"Okay, but it won't stay still in my arms." Chen Songyan handed it to her.
Wen Jing took it and the puppy licked her hand with its tongue.
"It has burnt-yellow ears, round eyes, and a pink nose. It feels furry to the touch, and it's very brave to hold. It's just like what I saw online. Did you buy it from Chief Tusong?"
Chen Songyan didn't understand what she meant by Tusong Clan Leader and shook his head: "My sister brought him back from her college classmate's hometown. Later, she didn't have time to raise him, so I raised him during the holidays. He became my dog."
The puppy kept struggling in Wen Jing's arms.
"Put it on the ground, it's making a lot of noise." said Chen Songyan.
Wen Jing had no choice but to put it on the ground.
"You just called it Yaomei. Do you want a younger sister?"
"No, she's the youngest in our family and a girl, so I call her Yaomei."
Wen Jing paused from her squatting to pet the puppy, then looked up at him. Perhaps he hadn't expected her to look up so suddenly, and the look in his eyes hadn't changed in time, now filled with fondness and tenderness.
No wonder the puppy was given such a gentle name, it seems like he really likes it.
She stood up, and Chen Songyan looked embarrassed for a few seconds.
"How old is it?"
"More than three months old. When he first came, he was only a little over a month old."
"Did you take a picture of it when it was little? Can you show it to me?"
"Okay, it's in my phone. I'll look it up for you." Chen Songyan took out his phone and opened the gallery.
Wen Jing immediately came over, and the two of them became extremely close in an instant.
The weather was just right, neither cold nor hot. A slight night breeze blew Wen Jing's hair, and Chen Songyan smelled the scent of her shampoo, which was light and very refreshing.
It suits her very well.
"This was when she first came. She was very well behaved." He pulled out a photo of the youngest sister sitting obediently in a cage.
"But this is an illusion." He smiled and quickly took out the photo of his youngest sister making a mess of the house.
Wen Jing's emotions were aroused by him, and the corners of her mouth kept rising.
Suddenly, a photo of Chen Songyan and Yaomei appeared in front of her. Before Wen Jing could see it clearly, he deliberately swiped it away. Just as she was about to speak, she saw that the next photo was of him and a puppy sleeping on the sofa.
Seeing him slip away again, Wen Jing quickly said: "Stop!"
"There's nothing good about these two. I have many more cute photos of my youngest sister." Chen Songyan said unnaturally.
"We'll look at those later. Right now, I want to look at these two," Wen Jing said. After a moment's thought, she added, "Don't you think these two pictures really embody the great theme of harmonious coexistence between humans and animals?"
Chen Songyan was stunned: "Huh?"
Wen Jing continued to make amends: "It just means love."
Of course, she would not admit it. She simply felt that Chen Songyan in those two photos was very different from usual and had a special charm.
Chen Songyan was still in a daze.
"Just let me take a look! It won't hurt to take a look. It's not like I don't know what you look like."
She raised her head and stared at Chen Songyan, with a determination that she would not give up until she achieved her goal.
Chen Songyan suddenly remembered the last time she had inadvertently acted coquettishly towards Chen Die, and her face turned red in the dark night.
He slid back.
In the picture, he is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, lying on his side on the sofa. His hair is still the same shaved veil, which is a bit obscuring his eyes. He has one hand raised above his head and is holding his beige puppy in his arms with the other hand. Man and dog are sleeping soundly.
Wen Jing's gaze slid from his sharply defined profile to his tightly covered yet sensual neck, then to his narrow waist and the bony hands that hung over the edge of the sofa...
What a dish! Chen Songyan is truly a dish!
"I had just cleaned up the mess made by my youngest sister in this place. I was holding her for a nap when my mom came back and took this secret photo." A clear voice sounded in my ears.
Wen Jing raised her head and looked at him with an especially gentle expression: "And then?"
"Then what?" Chen Songyan didn't quite understand. "Let me show you the previous one." He slid to the group photo.
In the photo, he is holding his youngest sister, with his tall nose pressing against the puppy's furry head. Because it is a selfie, his facial features are clearer and more three-dimensional, and every part of his face is superior.
Wen Jing's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but say, "How cute."
Both humans and dogs.
In this photo, only half of the little girl's face is shown, but the puppy is adorable no matter what. Chen Songyan then said: "Yes, it is very cute."
Wen Jing looked at him again: "Can you please send all these pictures to me?"
"Of course, then these two..."
"Please post these two photos too, okay?" Wen Jing interrupted him. "I think the little sister in the photo with you is very different. She has a unique flavor that is fascinating."
"Is that so?" Chen Songyan seemed convinced. "Then I'll send them all to you."
Wen Jing found it a bit funny, thinking that he was such a worry-free person. She pressed the issue, "Can you send me all the photos like this if you take them next time?"
"Sure, if I take a picture of my younger sister, I'll send it to you."
Wen Jing really wanted to say that she could take a photo of herself and post it.
But this was inappropriate, so she had to give up.
Another gust of wind blew, and her hair brushed against her cheek. She reached out and scratched it, then suddenly remembered something and became happy: "Didn't you say you would take me to the place where you used to get a haircut?"
Chen Songyan was stunned: "Then, when are you going?"
"How about tomorrow afternoon? After we get our hair cut, we can go back to school together?"
As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Chen Songyan.
Chen Songyan didn't look at her, lowered his head and said "OK", then asked: "What time and where will we meet tomorrow?"
"Two o'clock, please. As for the location, I'll go wherever you choose."
Anyway, her main purpose was to see Chen Songyan, and she liked him particularly tonight.
Chen Songyan raised his head and looked at her. Wen Jing grinned and he looked away.
"Then it's at the main entrance of People's Park. It's close there." Chen Songyan said, and then asked, "How are you going to get home tonight? Are you going to take a taxi? Or, I..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Jing's cell phone rang, so he had to stop talking.
It was Old Wen calling, asking why Wen Jing hadn't returned yet at almost nine o'clock, and his tone sounded very anxious.
Wen Jing sent him her location, and Lao Wen said he would drive over to pick her up immediately.
"What did you just say?" she asked Chen Songyan.
"Nothing. It's not safe for you to be alone on the street. Let me stay with you for a while."
"Okay!" These words hit the mark exactly what Wen Jing wanted.
Tonight, she was really reluctant to leave Chen Songyan.
The area around the small park is bustling with vendors setting up night stalls.
When the two passed by a stall selling handmade artificial flowers, Chen Songyan was stopped.
"Hey handsome guy, buy your girlfriend a bouquet of flowers! These are pure handmade cloth flowers that will last forever!"
"We are not..."
"How much is this?" Chen Songyan was interrupted by Wen Jing's questioning voice.
Wen Jing pointed at a handmade fabric rose and thought it looked very similar to the bouquet of roses in "The Little Prince".
“This is 20.”
Chen Songyan felt in his pocket, took out the cash he had brought with him, and handed it to the vendor: "I just have 20 yuan here."
"Thank you! I'll transfer the money to you via WeChat later." Wen Jing took the rose from the vendor's hand and looked at it carefully. The fabric was quite good and there were even a few small pearls on it.
Suddenly, the youngest sister who had been following them called out a few times towards the front. Wen Jing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white French bulldog, led by its owner, walking towards them.
The youngest sister barked at the little French bulldog, trying to drive it away.
Wen Jing was puzzled: "What happened to my younger sister?"
Chen Songyan was a little embarrassed: "It doesn't like this dog very much."
"Ah, why?"
"It thinks it's ugly."
Wen Jing burst out laughing, squatted down and touched the little sister's head: "Great! We only play with handsome guys, ah~"
Chen Songyan: “…”
Not long after, a black car stopped next to them. Wen Jing was playing with her younger sister with her head down and didn't notice it.
Chen Songyan turned his head and saw the owner standing beside the car, staring at him with a bad look on his face.
Chen Songyan:?
He instinctively stood behind Wen Jing.
The other party came over aggressively and tried to bypass him to get to Wen Jing. Chen Songyan directly reached out to stop him, his face turned cold, and his tone was cold and fierce: "What do you want to do!"
The other person's face suddenly turned extremely bad: "I'm here to pick up my daughter!"
Chen Songyan was stunned for a moment.
Wen Jing then looked up and saw Old Wen angrily confronting Chen Songyan. "Dad, what are you doing? How did you get here so soon?"
Lao Wen said in a bad tone: "I came to pick you up so quickly, am I disturbing you?"
Wen Jing frowned: "Who offended you again?"
Old Wen glanced at the rose in her hand and felt his blood pressure rising.
"Uncle, I'm sorry, I thought you..."
"No need to apologize." Wen Song raised his hand to interrupt him.
"Jingjing, come with me!" he said to Wen Jing again.
Seeing his irritable expression, Wen Jing wondered if he had had a fight with Aunt Lin. Without further ado, she stood up, said goodbye to Chen Songyan, and followed Old Wen.
But as soon as she got in the car, Lao Wen said, "Jingjing, wait for me in the car for a while. I'm going to the convenience store next door to buy something."
Wen Jing didn't suspect anything and was about to open the car door to say a few more words to Chen Songyan, but found that the car door was locked.
"?"
Wen Song walked straight towards Chen Songyan and raised his chin: "You! Come with me to the convenience store to buy something!"
"Ah?" Chen Songyan was deeply confused.
Wen Song walked in front and turned back to glare at him: "Go! Will I eat you?"
"Oh." Chen Songyan called his youngest sister and followed.
After entering the convenience store, Wen Song took him to the shelf and said, "Alright, just tell me! How long have you and my Jingjing been maintaining this kind of relationship?"
Chen Songyan was bewildered: "What?"
"There are only two of us here, stop pretending!"
What is he pretending?
"Uncle, did you misunderstand..."
"Don't explain!" Wen Song interrupted him again, "As someone who's been through this, how could I not know what boys your age are thinking?"
What was he thinking about?
"No, I..."
"Are you Jingjing's high school classmate?"
"Uh, I am."
Wen Song sighed, he knew it!
"I understand. My Jingjing is indeed outstanding, both in character and academics, and both talented and beautiful. As her classmate, falling in love with her is as easy as breathing."
Chen Songyan: “…”
He didn't refute.
"However, I must remind you that you should consider the right things at your age. My Jingjing is a very ambitious person. She won't and won't let a little youthful emotion hinder her studies. You'd better be more self-disciplined, otherwise you will end up like that guy named Song Jingjing met in junior high school."
"Oh, I get mad just thinking about that brat! It's fine if they just had a little fight at school, but he even chased me home. It really pissed me off! He relied on his good looks to think he could really charm my Jingjing!"
Chen Songyan frowned hard.
"I've strayed off topic! In short, the most important thing for you right now is to focus on your studies and stop thinking about Jingjing! Otherwise, if she doesn't do well on the test, her parents will blame her. Seriously, we both had the same experience, so how could Jingjing do so well on the test? It's all her own fault!"
Wen Song took a dozen bottles of Wangzai milk from the shelf and said, "That's all I have to say. I hope you will take care of yourself!"
After saying that, he didn't care about Chen Songyan, took the milk, paid the bill and walked out.
Wen Jing waited for a long time and finally saw Lao Wen walk out of the convenience store, followed closely by Chen Songyan.
Both of them looked unhappy.
What are you doing?
Old Wen came over, got into the driver's seat, and threw her a dozen bottles of Wangzai milk.
Wen Jing's mouth twitched: "Dad, don't tell me you went in just to buy me a dozen Wangzai milks."
"Of course not! Daddy just did something nice for you like this! When you find a boyfriend in the future, he must not be lower than Daddy's standards!"
Wen Jing rolled her eyes in her heart. Old Wen actually dared to stand up for her.
"So what did you talk about with my classmates?"
"What can we talk about? Of course, I'm concerned about your recent academic performance."
"Didn't I send you those via WeChat?"
"You know, Dad is busy with work and can't always check WeChat."
Can’t keep up?
Then why do you reply her messages so quickly every time?
I'm afraid he has memorized her achievements by heart and brags about them to his employees.
Wen Jing was too lazy to expose him, so she thought it would be better to ask Chen Songyan tomorrow instead of asking him.
She reached out and stroked the fabric rose in her hand, feeling as if she had forgotten something.
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