I secretly liked you for the past ten years

Mao Xiaoyu floated back all the way.

He pinched himself seven or eight times in the car, and after making sure it was not a dream, he became nervously happy.

Although he knew that what Wang Ziwen said about liking didn't mean that, but just hearing him say it like that, he secretly felt happy.

He had never heard that person say the word "like" to him before, but this time he said it face to face, and he said it to him, Mao Xiaoyu. His joy gradually became stronger, and he let out a hey in the car. , Hey again, and then he grinned all the way.

When he got home, he forced his smirk back, put on his father's loving smile, and gently pushed the door open.

As a result, as soon as he entered the room, he heard his daughter's beeping, beeping, beeping, he was startled, threw off his shoes and ran in the door, and saw Mao Wenwen lying on the bed holding a pipe, crying and rolling. When he heard the sound of the door, he raised his head, his little face was full of tears, and his eyes were red from crying.

Mao Xiaoyu was so distressed that she quickly hugged her daughter into her arms and patted her, "What's the matter, Wenwen? Why are you crying again?"

Mao Wenwen moaned in his arms, crying, "Ms. Hao is gone, I won't be coming tomorrow, woo woo woo..."

Mao Xiaoyu could also guess that this was the matter, and she didn't know what to say, she had already persuaded her in the morning, so she kept repeating those two sentences, "It's okay, my dear, maybe the next teacher will treat Wenwen more. Okay? Maybe Wenwen will like the next teacher more?"

Mao Wenwen shook her head firmly, "No, no male teacher! Wenwen likes female teachers, they want male teachers, no, no, no!"

Mao Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What male teacher?"

"The principal's grandma said she wanted to hire a male teacher, but Wenwen wants an aunt, not an uncle!"

Mao Xiaoyu suddenly became worried. Every father would be worried about the safety of his daughter, no matter how old she was, so he thought about it and said, "Then dad will transfer you to kindergarten? There is a family in Wudaokou..."

Mao Wenwen immediately shook her head, "No, Wenwen don't leave Jiaojiao and Brother Xiao Ming, Wenwen won't leave!"

Mao Xiaoyu bit her lip and sighed, feeling a little helpless, so she could only coax her, "Then Wenwen won't cry, Dad will come over and have a talk tomorrow, see if I can change a female teacher for you, and change the male teacher to another class... ..."

Mao Wenwen sobbed for a while without making a sound, and then she cried again when she thought of something, Mao Xiaoyu had no choice but to continue to coax her daughter to stop crying for a long time.

"What is Wenwen holding here?" Mao Xiaoyu diverted her attention and coaxed, "Is it a flute?"

Mao Wenwen lay in Mao Xiaoyu's arms and let him wipe away tears, she said numbly, "It's Xiao, the parting gift from Teacher Hao to Wenwen."

Mao Xiaoyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This isn't the way to break up. It's what the boyfriend and girlfriend say when they separate. What the teacher said...it should be called a parting ceremony."

Mao Wenwen didn't listen, and murmured, "We're going to be separated anyway, woo..." As she spoke, she wanted to cry again.

Mao Xiaoyu quickly pinched her little nose, and said helplessly, "Be good, don't cry, come and tell Dad, why did I give you the flute?"

Mao Wenwen sniffled and said, "Ms. Hao's blowing sounds really good. Wenwen likes to listen to it, so Teacher Hao sent it to me." Mao Wenwen fiddled with the flute, and said seriously, "Wenwen must learn hard, and in the future she must play like Hao. The teacher is just as good."

Mao Xiaoyu smiled, and patted her on the forehead encouragingly, "Then, can Wenwen know how to sing? Can I show my father how to sing?"

Mao Wenwen shook her head and said aggrievedly, "Teacher Hao has only taught me for three days, and she left, woo..."

Mao Xiaoyu hurriedly pressed her eyes and sighed, "Then dad will teach you."

Mao Wenwen stopped crying immediately, grabbed his hand and pulled it down, and said happily, "Will Dad do it?"

"No, but if you learn online, I will teach you a little bit, okay?"

Mao Wenwen lit up her eyes and nodded obediently.

So that night, after coaxing her daughter to sleep, Mao Xiaoyu began to search various tutorials on Baidu, tossed about with the flute for an hour, and finally played a few notes.Just as she was concentrating on studying, the phone rang suddenly, Mao Xiaoyu casually glanced at the incoming call, then trembled all over, her eyes widened.

"...Hello, Director Wang?"

Wang Ziwen smiled and said, "I didn't bother you so late, did I? What are you doing?"

Mao Xiaoyu was dizzy when she heard his voice, and answered obediently without thinking, "It's blowing the flute."

Wang Ziwen: "..."

Wang Ziwen suppressed a smile and deliberately teased him, "Who are you bragging about?"

Mao Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, his face flushed red, "I, I said the real flute, it's really blowing the flute..."

Wang Ziwen jokingly said, "Oh, are you really blowing?"

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

The prince could hear the embarrassment on the other side through the phone, he smiled, and his voice softened again, "Do you like blowjob? Are you a hobby?"

Mao Xiaoyu thought it was strange to hear this, so he hesitated and said, "It's my daughter who wants to learn, I'll try it myself first..."

It's a bit embarrassing for the subject to become a daughter. Wang Ziwen changed the subject tactfully and asked, "Have you read the script? How is it? Is it difficult?"

Mao Xiaoyu had been reading the script before coaxing her daughter to sleep. At that time, she had doubts, so she asked cautiously, "This play was performed by Su Zhou before, and I also checked the lines with him. I am familiar with it. The key is... "

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The five episodes you gave me seem to have a lot of emotional scenes and few lines."

The prince laughed and said, "That's why I asked you to try it. Practice your hands first."

Mao Xiaoyu exhaled, and felt relieved, "Well, I'm afraid of delaying your progress, there are really too few lines."

Wang Ziwen said, "Don't worry, the fee will not be less for you, it is calculated according to the number of episodes, [-] yuan per episode, and you can pay in advance."

Mao Xiaoyu hurriedly said, "Isn't that right? I heard that scripts with a lot of emotional drama will be calculated at half the price, at most seventy to eighty percent..."

Wang Ziwen interrupted him, and said generously, "It's okay, I have money anyway."

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

Showing off your wealth even if you don't agree with each other, even if the opposite party is your sweetheart, it will hurt you =, =

Wang Ziwen sighed suddenly and said, "But if you feel uncomfortable, please do me a favor."

Mao Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly murmured, "Say it."

"I have a little niece who is going to elementary school, and I want to give her a gift. I don't know what little girls like. If you have experience, help me choose."

Mao Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Okay, there are a lot of people in my shopping cart who plan to buy Wenwen, I'll send you the links..."

But Wang Ziwen said, "I still want to go to the specialty store. Isn't tomorrow Saturday? If you are free, go shopping with me and choose something, okay?"

Mao Xiaoyu immediately faltered, and asked hesitantly, "Nana... Nana knows more than me, right? Girls understand this kind of thing better..."

When the prince heard it, he sighed, "She was tired for several days and finally took two days off to play with her friends. How could she care about me? She ran away early and disappeared."

Mao Xiaoyu held back for a long time, and stammered: "But, I... I... I will... Tomorrow..." He wanted to say that I will translate the script you gave me at home tomorrow, and I will practice playing the flute with Wenwen. I was tired and wanted to rest for a day, but I couldn't say a word when I reached my mouth. I just felt my heart beating faster and faster, and my palms were sweating.

Wang Ziwen was still hooking up with him, and said pitifully, "Little Mao, please help me, pity me, a person with choice phobia. It takes hours to place an order."

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

Wang Ziwen hinted, "I just bought one two days ago. Really, I shopped around for a long time, but it didn't work very well... Hey, you know the pain of being a bachelor."

Mao Xiaoyu: "...Oh."

Wang Ziwen continued to pretend to be pitiful, and his tone was extremely sad, "Help me, good little Mao, good little Mao, little Mao Mao, please do me a favor."

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

Mao Xiaoyu never knew that Wang Ziwen could be so obsessive, what about the personable and gentle male god senior he promised?In a second, she becomes Mrs. Xianglin, like an unweaned baby, is the character supposed to collapse so badly?

And...what the hell is Little Mao Mao?

In the end, Mao Xiaoyu was tortured so much that he couldn't help it, so she had no choice but to endure the timidity in her heart, hummed softly, and agreed.The other person immediately laughed as if he had succeeded, and said childishly with that magnetic voice, "Thank you, I knew you would agree, okay!"

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

This... Are you sure it's Wang Ziwen himself?

Well, the masturbation cup must have been used too much, something broke...

So I went to the appointment the next day in a nervous mood. As soon as I got downstairs, I saw a bright red sports car parked downstairs. Smiling was looking up at him.That scene was exactly the same as the boy who waited for her every night under the basketball hoop many years ago. Mao Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then saw that man, just like in memory, let go of his arm, waved in his direction, and shouted He said, "Come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Mao Xiaoyu stood there blankly, looking at the familiar figures and shouts across the way, feeling like she was dreaming, it took her a long time to walk over, and greeted with complicated emotions, "Good morning, Director Wang."

Wang Ziwen rubbed his head very unceremoniously, and said with a smile, "I have been waiting for you for more than half an hour, and I don't know how to feel sorry for me."

Mao Xiaoyu was stunned by his rubbing, swallowed her saliva, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not late..."

Wang Ziwen opened the car door, and said casually, "That's right, I can't wait, it's too early."

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

This, this, this is really not right...

Did you use it again in the morning_(:3」∠)_

So Mao Xiaoyu sat in the co-pilot in a daze all the way, and didn't come back to his senses until he arrived at a boutique.Wang Ziwen opened the car door for him. As soon as he got out of the car, his palm was grabbed by the other party. Before he could react at all, he was turned around and pulled into the shop.

"This is the place, there are many small gifts, can you help me see which one is suitable?"

The prince let go of his hand without any sign of smell, with a frank face, Mao Xiaoyu took a few breaths, trying to suppress the beating little heart, and kept comforting himself not to think too much like a mantra.

Anyway... Straight men are always so heartless, Wang Ziwen is short-hearted, not once or twice, he got a daughter for him and still hasn't remembered his name, he is a fool at all, what to do is of course Can't be real, um, can't be real...

The roe deer king on the side was still secretly laughing, seeing someone nervous and shrinking, he felt extremely cute, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to touch the little hand again, and moved closer to him, Shoulder to shoulder, smiled and rubbed.

The silly roe deer felt that he was really smart. Such a smart roe deer would have to get this little cabbage sooner or later, sooner or later.