Favored by wealthy families: Overlord only loves his little wife

But the person on the opposite side suddenly squeezed his hand and said, "I think dancing with you is better than dancing with those girls. Their height matches mine quite well. You are too tall."

Ye Linglan was furious with this serious look of disdain, and said coldly, "Don't, you'll be a good boy if you get a bargain!"

Wen Xingying couldn't help laughing immediately.

Yiwu Bi Ye Linglan ordered the things to be brought to the bedroom, Wen Xingying signaled him to open it, Ye Linglan glanced at him, it was a long box, it was hard to guess what would be inside.

He unpacked it, opened the box, and saw something that should be a scroll. He took it out and unfolded it, and couldn't help but gasped.

This turned out to be his half-length oil portrait.

That's right, it's a portrait, and it's so vivid that he almost thought it was an enlarged version of his own photo. The boy on it was wearing a black suit, with no expression on his face, only his eyes showed a kind of, ahem, cold temperament.

Can't help but look at that person suspiciously, Ye Linglan really doesn't understand why he drew himself like this.

"I think it matches you very well," Wen Xingying couldn't help laughing when he saw the boy's eyes in the portrait, "The appearance of this cold and cold flower fits your image..."

Speaking of which, Wen Xingying has been thinking about what expression should be from the very beginning when he wanted to paint that person's portrait. He has seen too many expressions on that person, whether they are happy or happy, angry or sad, they all represent a certain kind of expression. Mood, I can't show all these emotions in one portrait, so I don't want to show any of them.

But the cold little eyes were drawn by myself. This person is the young master. After knowing him for so long, I found that his eyes always showed this kind of expression intentionally or unintentionally, so I also gave it to him on a whim. "Appreciate" it yourself.

"How is it, do you like it?" Seeing that the man remained silent, Wen Xingying asked again, raising his eyebrows.

"Hmph." Ye Linglan took the painting, rolled it up and put it back in the box, put it in her cabinet, walked back and pulled the man's arm, "Let's go, go to your house." 
The car was driving on the road, and there were almost no pedestrians outside. Wen Xingying's eyes moved to the boy next to him. If I remember correctly, today should be the anniversary of the two of them knowing each other for a month and a day, and this month will also Overturning the inherent pattern of school life for so many years, it really seems like a dream in retrospect.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say a word to this boy: "If you don't want to live in your house in the future, come to my house. The two of us can be companions."

The young master blinked, but his expression didn't change much. He just nodded and said, "Okay, but I don't want to live there for one day in a month. How about going to your house every day from now on?"

"Okay." Wen Xingying smiled lightly.

Ye Linglan's visit to Zhao's house this time feels very normal, after all, he is also a regular visitor here, and this time he came home late, and only had time to make out with A Lang before changing clothes, washing and going to bed, with the familiar bed under him, Surrounded by a familiar atmosphere, he unexpectedly felt a sense of relaxation and peace of mind.I don't remember when he got used to "running away from home" at that fixed time. There are many places he can go to, hotels, hotels, friends' houses, and even KTV Internet cafes all night, but there is no place like this that makes him feel peace of mind.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The next morning, Ye Linglan didn't see Grandma Zhao. She had breakfast with Wen Xingying and then rode out the door. He found this vehicle very novel when he took it last time, and he is still not bored now. He has a lot of fun on the road. Interestedly, he said to the "driver" in front of him: "You see, it's not good for me to go to your house to cheat for food and lodging if I have nothing to do. How about I give you a new car someday? Or buy you a new car?" A battery car is also fine, it’s much faster than a bicycle. I can also get one for myself, and we can ride it together when we go out to play, it’s much more enjoyable than driving.”

Wen Xingying smiled, "If you want to buy it, buy it for yourself, I don't want your thank you gift."

Ye Linglan didn't pay attention to this kind of non-innovative statement at all, and planned it secretly.After the first get out of class, he was taking out the books to be used in the next class, when he heard the voice of the person next to him: "Which night are you free for self-study? Come to our hotel."

"..." Ye Linglan looked at the person who didn't know when to sit next to him, realized the meaning of his words, and couldn't help laughing playfully, "Why, the teacher also started to teach students not to do good things? Isn't evening self-study supposed to be used for Did you study? How could you let me cut class to find you?"

A certain person had a rare opportunity to teach this "teacher" a lesson. As soon as the inspiration came, he began to talk endlessly. Wen Xingying waited patiently for him to finish speaking before saying: "I just thought I heard you talk about your family last night. I should reciprocate and tell you about my family, of course, if you are not interested, you don’t come here.”

"..." Ye Linglan's face turned red. He naturally remembered what he said in the bedroom last night. At that time, he felt that it was no big deal to tell this person, and it was not a secret. Besides, he also wanted to find someone. People let off steam.But looking back now, such an approach is still too inappropriate. He doesn't like to let others know these private things, and he doesn't want others to feel sympathy for him because of these. Among his friends, no more than three people know about these things. , I really didn't expect that I would tell this person all the way after drinking some wine...
Hearing what he said now, Ye Linglan could only nod: "Okay then." In fact, she was really curious about some things about him.

Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, Young Master Jian quickly sat up straight and said, "By the way, did you draw the portrait you gave me last night?"

"That's right," Wen Xingying said very normally, "I want to give you a gift, of course I have to come by myself."

"My God..." Someone murmured unconsciously, how many skills did he already know?I used to think that this person can study well, cook well and play basketball well. It’s unbelievable. I didn’t expect that he can also dance amazingly. Now he can draw such a good picture. Is this person really from the earth? ? ?
"How about that?" Young Master Jian had given up resisting, "How about teaching me your skills one by one when you have time? Find a chance and let me perform one for you too?" 
"Okay." Wen Xingying patted him on the shoulder, "It depends on how you did in the final exam this time. If I am satisfied, I will continue to teach you during the holidays. You can learn anything you want."

Wen Xingying has already finished several books to the young master, mainly because he is only targeting him as a student, and he can adjust the progress at any time. In addition, the young master has also learned to preview before class, so the class becomes easier and easier. It is very likely that I will finish the entire high school course in the next two months.
Although Ye Linglan is very interested in Wen Xingying's family affairs, he is not in a hurry to find out, or he also wants to hang that person for a few days. When you want to tell someone something but that person doesn't come to listen to you, it's okay It's hard.

A week later, Wen Xingying saw someone leisurely wandering in at the restaurant at night. It was still eight o'clock in the evening, and the store was full of people. If Wen Xingying hadn't thought about why this person was here I really want to throw him outside and come back another day or later.

He went up to that person, and the latter ordered a private room very cooperatively, and gave him a thousand tips to come and accompany him like last time.
"I said, can you stop spending money like this?" Wen Xingying poured him a glass of water, and couldn't help but said, "I said I don't want your money."

The young master smiled lightly, and said nonchalantly: "Because if you want to ask for leave, the manager will definitely deduct your money, so my conscience will be hard to bear. Well, just say what you want to tell me."

Wen Xingying then said: "Actually, my parents are long gone. They were both policemen during their lifetime, and they were also policemen who were in charge of anti-narcotics. They died in an operation to arrest drug dealers."

"..." This time it was Ye Linglan's turn to completely stop thinking. He had thought that this person's parents might be...gone. Of course, he was more willing to believe that they were working in other places. Now this person is completely cut off. He explained all his conjectures, and told him a fact that he never thought of.

Seeing the man staring at him intently, Wen Xingying knew that he should continue talking, but after finishing this sentence, there was nothing to say, so he smiled apologetically, "Well, I have lived with grandma since then. ,That's it."

Ye Linglan nodded. This person's grandmother is also old and sickly, making him, a high school student, have to shoulder the burden of supporting his family. Thinking about it, it's really...

"Then was the case your parents worked on back then solved? Have all the drug dealers been caught?" the young master asked.

"Basically everyone who should be arrested has been caught, and Xing who should be sentenced has also been sentenced." Wen Xingying replied.

"That's okay. Actually, let me tell you, our family was not like this at the beginning. My parents are self-made. They started a small business after they got married, and then slowly made money and started their own company, so My father has always felt sorry for my mother. When she was alive, she didn't think about many blessings. Finally, she was able to enjoy the blessings, and..." The young master said with a sigh, "I remember my grandma lived in a bungalow when I was young. I grew up with my grandma. At that time there was a school nearby, and I often went to play there. Later, the place changed, and the bungalows became buildings. Of course, the school did not let people enter casually, and... ..."
I talked a lot in one night, and they were all secrets that I would never confide in anyone. For some reason, Ye Linglan told that person all of them, but there is nothing to regret if she said everything.

When he was about to leave, he asked Wen Xingying: "Can you come out on Saturday afternoon?"

"What?"

"I'll take you to meet some friends." Ye Linglan said.

"..." Wen Xingying was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant, "You mean to skip class? Do you want me to run away with you?"

"That's right," the young master admitted straightforwardly, "Anyway, you are so good at studying, it doesn't matter if you run away once, and besides, the two of us are now independent, and the teacher won't care about it at all."

"...No," Wen Xingying took a long time to sort out his thoughts, "I should be your teacher now, aren't you afraid that I'll punish you for doing a hundred math problems for blatantly urging me to skip class?"