How to turn back my best friend who covets me [Rebirth]

Master Qi glanced lightly at Father Xia, and sat down on the single sofa, watching him bouncing behind Wen Zhiqing.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhiqing didn't have a good heart with him this time, and grabbed Father Xia who was furiously slapping the table by the collar and walked out the door.

Young master Qi's hands holding his cheeks while watching the show froze, his teeth creaked, this guy Wen Zhiqing, don't let him know what's bothering him, treat him like a little princess in the ivory tower who doesn't care about worldly affairs!

Xia's father yelled outside the door, looking distraught, "We want to take back our daughter, because her surname is Xia, and whoever you ask to judge is up to us. If you don't return her to us, you don't want to be in Jiangcheng. Get out!"

In the living room, Young Master Qi snorted disdainfully.

Wen Zhiqing's voice outside was still gentle, but it was getting farther and farther away and blurred, "Did you still have a conscience when you said this? I'm afraid you can only deceive yourselves... The hypocrisy is extremely high. Look at us and we don't know yours." The purpose...to exchange Rourou for Xia Zhuyao's life...wishful thinking...so that I can leave, I won't give it away."

When Wen Zhiqing came back, Wen Xinrou was behind her, her complexion was already much better, talking and laughing with Wen Zhiqing was the same as usual.

After lunch, Wen's family made dumplings in the afternoon. Wen Zhiqing rolled out the dumpling wrappers, and called Wen Xinrou into the room for a conversation.

Although it was only for a while, Master Qi always looked at the door thoughtfully.

Wen Xiaoya glanced at him, wiped the flour on his nose, "Brother, you made a mistake in this step, your dumplings are so ugly."

Master Qi's expression remained unchanged, his blushing was unbearable, "It's okay, I'll give it to you An An."

Wen Xiaoya was puzzled, "Brother, why isn't your name An An An An?"

"Why can't I be called Wen Zhiqing, Wen Zhiqing." Master Qi dismissed it easily.

Wen Xiaoya raised her face in thought, and didn't even know that the stuffing on the dumpling wrapper in her hand fell off.

After the dumplings were cooked in the evening, Wen Zhiqing went back to the kitchen to bring out the ingredients, and when he sat down again, he found that there was a strangely shaped dumpling in his bowl, which was really indescribable.

Probably it can't be regarded as a dumpling anymore, it's a completely unknown object, why doesn't he remember that he put this kind of thing in the pot of dumplings when he cooked it?

Master Qi touched the edge of the porcelain bowl with a spoon, "Eat, you're welcome."

Wen Xiaoya answered, "Brother Young Master gave it to An An!"

Wen Zhiqing: "..."

Wen Zhiqing looked at Master Qi, scooped it up and ate silently, taking a bite of the bag.By the way, their dumpling-making skills are quite good, even Wen Xiaoya is not bad, so you don't need to think about who made this dumpling.

In the evening, Master Qi didn't go back either. Li Hualian suggested that Wen Zhiqing make a bed out of a sofa and a camp bed, move them to the balcony to sleep in a cooler place, and carefully hung a mosquito net for them to keep out mosquitoes.

The white mosquito net forms a world of its own, through which one can see the dark blue night sky above and scattered stars.

Young Master Qi was lying on the pillow and playing with his mobile phone. He would rather play the boring snake game than Wen Zhiqing, and let him urge him to go to bed earlier several times.

Wen Zhiqing knew that he was dissatisfied, so she thought for a while, "Master, if you can't fall asleep, do you need me to tell you a story to lull you to sleep? I'm quite good at it."

Master Qi raised his eyes, "You are the protagonist?" Who can't sleep, he's sleepy, okay?

Wen Zhiqing bent her eyes and smiled slightly, "No, but it does have something to do with me."

"If you're really bored," Master Qi put down the phone, still talking on his stomach, as if giving alms, "Let's talk about it."

Wen Zhiqing smiled, suppressed the smile, and whispered a story that belonged to Wen Xinrou.

Slowly, Young Master Qi also turned serious, turned over and lay on his back, resting his arms on the back of his head, looking sideways at Wen Zhiqing's side face under the starlight, and gradually lost his mind.

A long time ago, there was a family in a corner of Jiangcheng. They had two daughters. They were not very different in age. They were both beautiful and lovely girls, but the elder sister was more favored than the younger sister.

The six-year-old sister doesn't understand why, she just uses her instincts to please her family members. She will clean up before the family members come back from get off work, make tea for her father to drink, and discourage her sister from using her mother's cosmetic.

But every time it is the elder sister who is praised and the younger sister is the one who is scolded, because it is the elder sister who brings the tea out to the father, and it is the elder sister who is the first to go to the parents and beat them up.

Her elder sister is one year older than her, and she is much more eloquent than her. She can always turn black and white, and put the blame on her head.

There is actually a vicious grandma and a sick grandpa in this family, but neither of them will speak up for her because they don't like her.

Even one day, grandma took her younger sister on the train, passed through one city after another, and got off at the station of a small county town, leaving her there.

The younger sister squatted in the corner of the station and waited from night to day, and only raised her head when she saw a father and daughter in the morning.

She was so envious of that little girl, no matter how ignorant she was crying, or even making trouble out of no reason, the man beside her showed no sign of anger, and always comforted her gently.

She followed up and asked secretly, "can you share your father with me?"

The little girl clapped her hands, "Okay!"

On the way home for the father and daughter, the little girl turned a corner and threw a candy, leading the way, and the younger sister followed the candy.

Finally followed to their door, my sister's pigtails were messed up, her hair was unkempt, and one of her shoes was missing.

The gentle mother at home came out to greet them and affectionately called the little girl "Ning Ning".

A little boy found her, "Sister, what are you doing here? I have never seen you before, you are not from here, are you lost?"

"This child, did he follow here alone?"

"There is tenacity, haha, I appreciate it."

"Ah Liang! You still said that you were so careless that you didn't find her all the way. Look at this child, the shoes are gone. Good boy, where is your family? Do you remember where your home is?"

"She's so young, maybe two years younger than An'an and Ningning in our family, how can I remember?"

The younger sister bowed her head and said nothing, let her father carry her in, asked her mother to bathe and change her clothes, and cooked millet porridge for her to drink.

In fact, she remembered the address of her family. Although she was only six years old, because she was always afraid of being abandoned by her family, as she did on TV, she did not expect it to come true.

Later, the family couldn't find anything from her, so they ran to the police station in the city, and posted missing person notices everywhere, hoping to find her family as soon as possible.

"Dad, Dad, don't go to the police anymore, Rou Rou is very nervous as soon as you go out, she is very scared..." The little boy didn't know how to express that meaning, and was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Dad squatted down with a solemn expression, and touched the top of his sister's head. He had already found her family through his friends at the police station, and he had also learned about her situation.

He didn't say she was a poor child, "Good child, it's because they don't know your goodness, it's not your fault."

"I...I don't want to go back..."

"Do you want to stay, stay in our house, be our child, eh?"

Mother was embarrassed, "Ah Liang, she has a family, her blood is thicker than water, she will always miss her parents and family."

"I...I don't want to!" My sister plucked up the courage to express her thoughts for the first time.

She asked her father, "Can you be a good father?"

Her accent falls on the word "Dang", not being a good father, but being a good father.

"Success, then let's pull the hook. I promise to be your father well. Are you willing to believe me?"

"Me! I will be a good brother too!"

"And me, sister!"

The little boy and the little girl competed to express their opinions.

Mom didn't say anything, just brought new socks for her to put on.

The kind-hearted father stretched out his little finger, "Let's promise together that we will be each other's family members and never abandon or give up on any family member."

However, only half a year later, this oath was broken, because Wen Wenliang died, and he died in a sudden flash flood to save everyone.

We had only been together for half a year, and Wen Xinrou was only six years old at that time, but Wen Xinrou had the deepest and indelible impression on him.

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Wen Xinrou carefully got up and got out of bed, trying not to disturb Wen Xiaoya who was on the lower bunk.

After so many years of comfortable life, she is still used to being careful and try not to cause trouble to others.

When going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, you have to pass the balcony door. Wen Xinrou accidentally turned her head and glanced at it, and she felt bad all of a sudden.

Bathed in the faint morning light, the two boys sleeping in each other's arms under the mosquito net inexplicably gave her a feeling of tranquility.

Even though she was covered with a blanket, through the mosquito net and screen window, Wen Xinrou could see that Master Qi had half of his body on Wen Zhiqing's body, almost sleeping on Wen Zhiqing as a pillow.

"Ahem..." Several coughs came from Li Hualian's room.

Nonsence!Wen Xinrou spat at herself silently, and stepped into the kitchen quickly. She used no adjectives. She used Wen Zhiqing as a pillow, not sleeping or not.

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