Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Wen's Manor is quite a distance away from Yushan University.

When Ye Kong came, he was escorted by a huge convoy, but when he left, he was very low-key, with only one car and two bodyguards accompanying him.

The head bodyguard, who looked extremely tough, couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror while driving: "Are you not going to clean up?"

Ye Kong: ...

Ye Kong, who was lying on the back seat in a corpse costume, glanced at him slowly, and then looked at the messy things piled up on the seat - flowers, brushes and low-quality ink bottles, and a lot of unused papers.

She was wearing a dress worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and a luxurious coat, lying in the "garbage dump" in such an imageless manner, as if she was born like this, not at all like a boss or a lady who needed dozens of bodyguards to clear the way when she went out.

"..." Ye Kong seemed too lazy to speak, and only used lazy body language to express the meaning of "what's there to clean up".

The bodyguard endured it for a while, then spoke again: "Just now in the manor, I heard that... the 'one-character couplet' you sent over could be worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands just based on the calligraphy of a master?"

"..."

"But, that was clearly written by you in the car."

"..." Ye Kong finally spoke, with a hint of death, "What do you want to say?"

"I'm just curious," Mr. Bodyguard retracted his gaze, "Why does someone whose words are worth thousands of dollars still have so many troubles?"

Ye Kong: ...

The girl finally sat up as if she had no bones, leaning against the car window, letting the dim street lights flow in, passing through her fair face and dark eyes.

"Do I look troubled?"

"Before the party, you looked fine except for being a little irritable. Now..." Mr. Bodyguard glanced at the rearview mirror, "Not only are you irritable and unhappy, you're also very tired."

"...Really?" Ye Kong seemed stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his gaze to the window. "It sounds really good. He is a person who can fully experience joy, anger, sorrow and happiness."

The bodyguard's casual conversation could only go so far.

The carriage fell silent.

Only the sound of the wind whistling against my eardrums through the car window.

Ye Kong just stared out the window in a daze until suddenly a tiny white light appeared under the lamp. She blinked and was stunned for a moment before she reacted.

"Snowing."

The bodyguard said.

Ye Kong subconsciously picked up the phone, but paused.

The timing is not right. There might even be some guests who haven't left yet, and... Qin Zheng is still staying in the Wen family and will live under the same roof with Wen Can... Doesn't that mean they will have to see the same snow scene whether they like it or not?

The girl, with half of her face buried in the shadows, didn't notice that her brows were slightly frowned.

Looking up at the snowflakes outside the window that were gradually getting bigger, Ye Kong pressed her fingers on the cold edge of the phone and fell into a rare state of hesitation - she didn't even know what she was hesitating about.

At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated.

She was startled and looked down. In the dim light, Wen Can's name was flashing on the screen.

The dark clouds that were about to gather in my eyes stopped gathering.

Ye Kong raised his eyebrows and answered the phone.

"It's snowing again."

"It's snowing again."

The same words came out of their mouths at the same time, and then intertwined and overlapped in the electric current.

Then both of them fell silent.

After a while, Ye Kong heard a low laugh from the other side.

"Where have you been?"

"Half the way."

"You should be able to see some shadows of mountains and a long line of streetlights on the side of the road. Look out the window and tell me if it looks good."

"..." Ye Kong subconsciously raised his head and looked across as he said.

This is a section of highway. Below the railing is an empty cliff, and opposite the cliff are undulating mountains. Dim street lamps light up the entire long highway one by one, extending to the invisible distance. Heavy snow is flying and fluttering in the sky and earth shrouded by dark lights, as if wherever the eyes fall, the snowflakes will flutter and dance.

The night thus seems vast and empty, with an omnipresent chill.

"Does it look good?" Wen Can asked her from the other side, his voice unspeakably soft.

"……nice."

"But don't open the window. The wind is too cold and will make your cold worse."

"……it is good."

"Are you tired today?"

"Fortunately."

"Thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"No matter what." Wen Can whispered, "You didn't have to come here. There are many people here you don't want to see, and things you don't want to encounter - if it weren't for me."

The lights inside the car were in the front, and when they fell on the back seat, only a blurry white was left.

Only Ye Kong's fingers, which were placed on his knees, fell into this white spot.

She lay in the dark shadows and interrupted the other person: "But there is someone I want to see there."

After a pause, without revealing who the "person I want to see" was, which they all knew, Ye Kong continued, "Besides, if we don't see some people now and solve some problems now, we may have to worry about them for the rest of our lives. That's my own business, and I also have problems that I need to solve, so don't think that I'm compromising for you."

The girl laughed in the shadows, relaxed and carefree: "No one in this world can make me feel wronged. If I seem to be wronged for you, it must be because..."

The smile gradually faded: "I have bigger plans for you."

"Okay." Wen Can said, "Then I'll be waiting for you to come and take away what you want at any time. I won't resist."

"Don't feed my greed."

Ye Kong turned his head to look out the window and asked, "Where are you in the Wen family now?"

"My bedroom."

"what does it look like?"

"There are two wooden windows. The bed is not far from the window. The desk is opposite the bed. Then there are... very tall bookcases, antique shelves, some random models, and things from my childhood. Um... there is also a fireplace."

"Is the fire burning in the fireplace?"

“It just caught fire.”

"That must sound good."

"Let me hear it..."

He really fell silent, and one could imagine the man listening carefully under the warm light.

In a trance, Ye Kong really caught the extremely faint sound of burning firewood from the sound of the electric current, as well as the raging snow and wind outside the window.

"It sounds pretty nice." Wen Can said, seeming a little surprised, "I haven't noticed these little noises for a long time. Miss Ye is indeed an artist."

"I'm just a lousy painter."

"I can see that you are very good at painting. You may become a great painter in the future."

"Really?" Ye Kong asked, "How does it compare to the Undead Demon?"

"You are a hundred times better than her."

"..." Ye Kong laughed, "Why don't the Qin and Wen families seek cooperation with me?"

"...They don't know the value of a talent." Wen Can said calmly, "I just hope Miss Ye can leave more cooperation opportunities for me in the future. I am willing to pay you any reward."

"What if I say I want to..."

For the first time, Ye Kong stopped the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

What if I want to watch every snow with you?

There is not only snow at night, but also snow during the day.

You can hold hands, hug, kiss, or have a snowball fight in the heavy snow during the day.

Although it is not necessary to announce it to the world, there is no need to avoid anyone's attention.

-

She paused for about three seconds.

It's three seconds of silent waiting over there.

It was her own incredible three seconds of calm and patience.

Ye Kong became increasingly aware of his own differences.

She was delighted by this realization, but continued in a calm tone, "What if I want to eat the dessert you made tomorrow?"

"..."

Wen Can laughed softly: "Of course, I'm very happy to do so."

Ye Kong looked out the window, laughed, and complained in a low voice: "The dessert chef in your house is not good today. It's not delicious at all..."

·

hang up the phone.

Wen Can sat by the window, staring at his phone, silent for a long time.

He didn't come to his senses until someone came to remind him that it was late.

On the way to the bathroom, Wen Can sat silently for a long time in front of the lighted glass box, in the light shadow that was filled with portraits of his mother. Finally, he suddenly changed direction, took out the old letters written by students to his mother from the glass box, and went straight out the door.