The First Emperor Said He Likes Me

Chapter 9

Saturday was cloudy.

Wen Yu woke up, and there was a layer of fog outside the window. When he packed up and went downstairs, it was already raining lightly outside.

In the living room, Zhao Zheng was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and Wen Yu went downstairs to say hello: "Good morning, Uncle Zhao."

"Okay, let's go have breakfast." Zhao Zheng nodded, looking out at the rainy day, "Don't go out today."

Wen Yu sat at the dining table drinking porridge, swallowed what was in his mouth, and said, "I'm going to study at home, and the exam is coming soon."

"So obedient?" Zhao Zheng looked over, "I'm afraid he's going to secretly play games behind my back."

Wen Yu snorted, made a grimace, stretched out his hand to pinch a big bun and gnawed on it. Today's one was made with three delicacies, the skin was thin and the stuffing was big, and every bite was full of fresh juice.

"Uncle buns are delicious, have you eaten them yet?" Wen Yu said vaguely.

"I've eaten." Zhao Zheng closed the newspaper and stood up. The butler next to him took his coat and handed it over. Zhao Zheng took it and said while putting on the clothes: "If you are bored, you can invite friends over to play together. Go do it." Pointing to the butler next to him.

The butler bent down.

Wen Yu wiped his hands, stood up and sent Zhao Zheng out, and when the others left, he went back to the dinner table and finished the remaining porridge.

The last time I finished talking to Gao Yang, I asked Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao said that this is his home, and he is the host, so it’s natural to invite guests to play. Uncle Zhao said that, Wen Yu’s heart is very warm, but he won’t be embarrassing. I really think of this place as my own home.

But Wen Yu didn't expect that Uncle Zhao would take the initiative to bring up this matter today. He must have seen that he didn't bring friends over to play after he finished talking, and he was afraid that he would feel embarrassed.

Immediately, he called Gao Yang and asked if he wanted to come and play.The butler was listening, and said in a low voice: "Master, you can send General Meng—well, the driver will pick you up."

Wen Yu said it casually, and Gao Yang said on the phone: "That's a good relationship, but the eldest and the second are also going to play."

"Come here together." Wen Yu said.

When the housekeeper heard that he arranged for a car to pick up people, Wen Yu gave Gao Yang's phone number to Meng Jiang, the driver. The driver was stunned for a moment and said, "No, I'm not used to mobile phones, I don't have that kind of thing."

This time it was Wen Yu's turn to be stunned, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Jiang seriously. He is not very old, he looks like 27 or [-], tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks traditional and masculine, but it's strange that he doesn't have a mobile phone at this age.

"Master, don't worry, General Meng—he will definitely take him over properly." The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead without looking for any traces, and almost slipped his mouth.

Wen Yu didn't force it anymore, and nodded, "Then I will trouble Meng Jiang."

He found that the expression on the other side was a little strange after he finished speaking, and he couldn't help saying: "What's the matter? Isn't your name called that?"

"It can also be called that." Meng Jiang nodded expressionlessly, and got into the car directly.

The butler said beside him, "Master, it's cold outside, let's go back first."

Wen Yu looked suspicious, but couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he nodded and returned to the villa.Three people arrived in the dormitory an hour later, Gao Yang carried a bag of fruit, Wen Yu smiled when he saw it, and said: "It must be the boss' idea to bring a gift at the door, right?" Gao Yang is not so 'well-mannered'.

"Hahaha, as long as you know it, the ones you buy are what the brothers love to eat." Gao Yang handed the fruit to Wen Yu, and the housekeeper picked it up first. Is it over?"

"I just ate two bites of biscuits at the door, and the driver arrived. It seemed like I had pinched a bit, and the car was finished." Gao Yang said.

The boss and the second child were a little bit tied up today, and when they entered the living room, the boss sighed after the housekeeper left, "Oh, it's all because poverty suppresses my imagination."

Gao Yang nodded beside him, and was thrown an orange by the second child.

There are four people in the dormitory. Gao Yang's family is the richest, but he also has the best temper.The eldest brother is high in emotional intelligence, and the second child is a top student. Gao Yang and Wen Yu are just in the middle, but Gao Yang is extroverted, and he can make friends wherever he goes. He is generous and generous.

Gao Yang took the orange and laughed, picked up the peel and ate it, and said, "Let's play a game." The purpose was clear.

Wen Yu's hands were also itchy, and he led the three of them upstairs to the game room, saying that it was good to study, and when the game started, they all forgot about it, and fought with the three of them until the housekeeper called to say that lunch was ready.

Seeing that the time was getting closer, Wen Yu stretched his waist and said, "It's already here before I know it."

Gao Yang was still not satisfied, and said, "Come after eating."

The lunch was rich, and there were fruits and hot tea after the meal. After eating, we had a meeting. When the boss saw that it was getting dark outside the window, he proposed to go back.

"Today is really fun." Gao Yang didn't miss it any more, he was addicted to the game.

Wen Yu also felt good, but thought that Uncle Zhao would be back soon. Uncle Zhao likes to be quiet and doesn't like crowds, so he didn't keep the three of them, saying, "Continue another day, and I'll ask General Meng to send you back."

"Meng Jiang? The driver's name? It sounds nice." Gao Yang said.

As soon as Gao Yang and the others were sent away, Zhao Zheng came back by car. Wen Yu happened to be facing him. Seeing the driver looking at him carefully, Zhao Zheng got out of the car and supported Wen Yu's waist, asking, "What are you looking at?"

"This uncle driver looks similar to General Meng." Wen Yu glanced again, he was around 40 years old, and both had thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Zhao Zheng quickly realized who Wen Yu was referring to as "Meng Jiang". He nodded and said, "It's brother, let's go back and talk about it."

At the dinner table, Wen Yu talked about inviting friends to play today, and then the topic came to the game of eating chicken. He was very excited, and Zhao Zheng conveniently picked up a small steamed bun for Wen Yu. Wen Yu gnawed on the steamed bun and said, "One Let's have a game together."

"Okay." Zhao Zheng patted Wen Yu on the head, "Now eat obediently."

"Hey, Uncle Zhao, don't touch my head all the time, you're not a kid anymore." Wen Yu murmured.

Zhao Zheng smiled, and pointed at Wen Yu's puffed cheeks, "Isn't this a child?"

Fast forward to the beginning of December, and it began to snow in Beijing, with a thick layer. Wen Yu wore a thick down jacket and carried a schoolbag to the reading library. It was the end of the term recently, and he was busy reviewing his homework. He was a teenager with Internet addiction. Gao Yang stopped arguing about playing games, but concentrated on going to the study hall with his second child to embrace temporary Buddhism.

Wen Yu was no exception, and planned to borrow two reference books for writing a thesis.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the reading hall, he heard someone calling him from behind, with a delicate voice, and he knew it was Ji Tiantian without turning around. He didn't know what happened to Ji Tiantian during this time, so he came to him if he had nothing to do, and said he wanted to invite him to dinner.

It is to repay Xiangshan's "life-saving" feeling last time.

Wen Yu wanted to leave early, he didn't remember it in his heart, and he didn't want to have anything to do with Ji Tiantian anymore, so he naturally wouldn't agree. After two explicit rejections, he didn't expect Ji Tiantian to give up yet.

His feet quickened.

There was the sound of running behind, and Ji Tiantian raised her voice and shouted, "Wen Yu, I'm calling you."

The students turned their heads to look at Wen Yu, and Wen Yu had no choice but to stop, only to hear him turn around and say, "Coincidentally, it's you." His tone was very cold.

Ji Tiantian bit her lower lip, pretending she didn't hear the perfunctory in Wen Yu's voice, she said, "Did you get hurt last time, and you hate me?" Her eyes were already steaming as she spoke, as if Wen Yu dared to say Yes, Ji Tiantian will be able to cry in the next second.

Wen Yu stood there not knowing Ji Tiantian's brain circuit, he paused, and said seriously: "I don't hate you—"

Ji Tiantian's eyes lit up, and she was about to continue, when Wen Yu said, "I don't like you either, you are just a strange classmate to me, well, I have to borrow books, so I'm leaving first."

Wen Yu himself didn't realize that what he said just now was somewhat similar to Zhao Zheng.

Ji Tiantian stood where she was, her eyes were unbelievable, she bit her lip, her heart was full of unwillingness, thinking of the rumors about Uncle Wen Yu, the luxury car pick-up, the butler, the manor in Beijing like a villa......

She has never missed what she wanted since she was a child, and Wen Yu is no exception, there is always a way.

After Wen Yu made it clear to Ji Tiantian, he naturally wouldn't think about what Ji Tiantian was thinking. After borrowing the book, he checked the time on his phone, and Meng Jiang might be almost here. He hurried to the door and saw a familiar car.

"I just borrowed two books, sorry to keep you waiting." Wen Yu got into the driveway.

Meng Jiang, who was driving, said: "Just arrived."

"Meng Jiang, you are really just like Uncle, you speak very briefly, but now Uncle can say a few more sentences than before." Wen Yu said with a smile, he thought it would be the same as before, and Meng Jiang would not respond, but he did not expect Meng Jiang Nodding his head, he said, "Since the young master came, my husband's mood has indeed improved a lot."

When Wen Yu heard this, a sense of pride spontaneously grew in his heart.

When I got home and had dinner, the game time used to be now a book reading time.The floor lamp next to him was on, and Wen Yu was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a book in his hands. After a while, he tilted his head on Uncle Zhao's shoulder as if he had lost his bones.

Wen Yu's curly hair swept over Zhao Zheng's chin, his eyes moved slightly to Wen Yu's face, and his cold expression softened a bit.

After reviewing like this for more than half a month, Wen Yu's foot injury was healed, and he mentioned a sentence and moved back, but was stared at by Uncle Zhao, he smiled and said, "I'm just being polite, I'm going to take the exam soon, after the exam I just want to go home during the winter vacation, and I will rely on my uncle during this time."

After Wen Yu finished speaking, he put down the book in his hand and started to eat supper, completely oblivious to how ugly Zhao Zheng's face is now.

polite.It seems that Wen Yu still doesn't regard this place as his real home.

Zhao Zheng looked at the happy curly head, and said in a low voice, "Are you going home for winter vacation?"

"That's right, I didn't go back for the National Day this year. My parents and younger brother went out to play, and I will stay at home during the Chinese New Year." Wen Yu said vaguely while eating the rice dumplings.

Zhao Zheng's eyes turned cold, but he didn't continue talking.

Holding the bowl, Wen Yu turned his head to approach Zhao Zheng, and said with a smile, "Uncle, do you want to have a bite? The sweet-scented osmanthus is very delicious, and it's not very sweet."

As soon as he finished speaking, his Uncle Zhao naturally picked up the spoon and scooped it into his mouth, his eyes widened.

"Uncle, this is my spoon."

It still had his saliva on it.

"You dislike it?" Zhao Zheng's voice became cold.

Wen Yu shook his head quickly, how could he despise Uncle Zhao, didn't it mean that Uncle Zhao despised him?

The author has something to say:

Gong identified things will be unscrupulous.

I ate it again at night, winter is really not suitable for weight loss, just not fat _(:зゝ∠)_

Chirp good night.