Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 40 [Stars and Assistants] What the Daughter Says Is Right

Aunt?Jing Heran wanted to rush up and beat Wen Queyu up. She was about the same age as her, but she actually called her auntie? !
Forget it, she clearly called her father but acted like a little daughter-in-law and acted like a spoiled child on Jiang Youpan. She didn't understand the principle of being careful in public?
But Wen Queyu didn't know how to write the word "property" at all, and she felt secretly refreshed when she saw Jing Heran's deflated expression.

Jiang Yousi straightened up from the reclining chair, pushed Wen Queyu like an old man, and urged, "Would you talk so much if you want to eat hot pot? Are you really hungry or fake?"

Of course, Wen Queyu was pretending to be hungry. She was so happy now, she raised her hand and hooked her fingers at the sound effect standing there, and said with a smile, "Baby, come to grandpa and mother, our grandparents and grandchildren will eat hot pot for three generations!"

The sound effect ran wildly, and just as he walked in front of Wen Queyu, Wen Queyu turned around and turned his small face to Jing Heran.

She pointed proudly at the face of the sound effect, and pointed at the face of Jiang Youbi who just watched the show without saying a word.

"Oh, it's sad to say, my baby is obviously born by me, but it looks like his grandfather everywhere!"

After all, she gave Jiang Yousi an affectionate glance with beautiful eyes, and quietly moved her middle finger and index finger with the fingers on his arm.

After doing these small actions, she looked at Jing Heran with a slightly provocative look, and asked gently, "You mean, auntie?"

She had acted enough in her own role, and regardless of whether Jiang Yousi would accept her role, she lowered her head and closed her mouth obediently.

Jing Heran was already blushing with anger, but she pretended to be calm and looked at Jiang Youpan, "She"

"Well," the man who had been lazily leaning on the back of the chair finally straightened up, but still looked lazy, half-closed his eyes, and leaned his chin on the shoulder of Wen Queyu, who was beaming with eyebrows, with a nasal voice. Her voice sounded like she was being coquettish, "My daughter is right."

The last few words were swallowed by Jing Heran, and she looked at Jiang Yousi and Wen Queyu in disbelief, so close that they couldn't tell you and me apart.

Shocked, she pointed at them with trembling fingers, "You... You are not just childhood sweethearts." Having said that, Jing Heran realized what she had said under Wen Queyu's expression. He immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

The good show just now was to test whether Jing Heran was a person in this novel world or a part of the spiritual projection refracted from the real world in the sound effect mouth. Now it is clear that it really is Jing Heran.

Wen Queyu snorted softly, glared at her angrily, and instantly removed the gentle and pleasant mask he had put on just now.

She was spoiled and brought up since she was a child. If she likes it, she likes it. If she doesn't like it, she just can't put on a good face.

From the first time she met Jing Heran, she didn't have much affection for this girl who was always smiling and courteous to everyone, especially when she always deliberately used the excuse of being good friends with her to go After getting close to Jiang Yousi, Wen Queyu became even more disgusted with this person.

In the past, this nausea could be tolerated, but in this novel world, Wen Queyu didn't want to bear it at all.

She sneered, "Don't you pretend?"

Jing Heran's eyes were full of water, and he looked at Jiang Yousi with an aggrieved expression, but the person on Wen Queyu's shoulder remained motionless, and he didn't even open his eyes, as if he was silently conniving himself to run wild.

"Obviously it's the character design you set up for me!" Jing Heran bit her lip, and looked straight at Wen Queyu with a pair of watery eyes, "Don't you know your own plot best?" Is it? I didn't blame you for casting me in the role of such a vicious female supporting role. Why do you have such hostility towards me? Just because I left you when I went abroad with Jiang Yousi? "

After finishing the last half sentence, the man leaning on Wen Queyu's shoulder opened his eyes instantly, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his black and white pupils.

But I heard Wen Queyu reply in a flat tone, "If you have the ability, you can write novels too, and I won't blame you for writing me as a more vicious character."

She tilted her head, looked at Jing Heran with a smile, "I'm also very strange, what does it matter to me whether you go abroad or not? Also, what do you mean by keeping me here? It seems that you eloped with Jiang Yousi same."

She rolled her eyes contemptuously, then stood up and stretched out her hand to Jiang Yousi, "Shall I go alone or you too?"

For Jiang Yousi, Wen Queyu has full confidence. Even if he was really dissatisfied with his going abroad, he wondered if it was because of Jing Heran who went abroad together.

But at this moment, there is inexplicably the confidence that Jiang Youbao will go with her. This confidence is like the sun rising and setting, water flowing low, and wild geese flying south, no need for argumentation.

Jiang Yousi will definitely choose him.

The person sitting there was watched by two pairs of eyes at the same time, he stood up unhurriedly, then walked towards Wen Quyu without hesitation, reached out and grabbed her wrist, and strode the person away from the place. A space that smells of vinegar.

Jing Heran stood there for a long time before finally squatting down and covering her face with her hands, tears dripping down the ground between her fingers.

She likes Jiang Yousi, probably from the first time she saw him until now. This kind of affection can be attributed to the sprouting of spring heart or the desire for sex.

It is hard for adolescent girls not to fall in love with a boy like Jiang Youbo. He is good-looking, rich in family, good in school, and good at playing basketball. He is always surrounded by a bunch of boys. with light.

What's more, although he is cold enough, he always smiles when talking to Wen Queyu, and says sarcasm on his mouth, but his eyes are infinitely gentle.

It's hard not to be tempted, such a person will always give people a feeling - if you can impress him, can you enjoy all the illusion of tenderness and pampering to yourself.

This sense of exclusivity is the air bubbles of a girl's heart covered with sweet sauce, and the golden light overflows when she pokes her hand.

"Hey—wait! You're leaving behind me!" The stunned voice with two short legs was about to break, and they were still a long way away from the two of them, chasing while shouting, "Wait a minute Ah! The grandson you have personally recognized. Alas, you don’t want Master Jiang’s grandson and Wen Wen’s son?! Wait—wait—me!”

The sound effect ran to catch up with the two of them. He reached out and grabbed Wen Queyu's cuff. Looking at her queen's attire, he asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to change? When I came out just now, I heard someone inside. calling your name."

As soon as the words were finished, a black and thin man in the factory ran out, panting and shouting at Wen Queyu.

"These clothes belong to the public! You can't wear them away!"

　Me, a poor writer who saves manuscripts until twelve o'clock in the evening.

　　Can you humblely ask for comments, red beans, recommendation tickets and rewards? (I start to cry)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)