beauty should be like this

After some ups and downs and noisy days, Beijing is already in full bloom.

Since this ancient city began to be synonymous with smog, it is really difficult to have good weather with high clouds and clear skies.

The sun shines on the lukewarm stone road, and the magnolias on both sides of the road have quietly bloomed.

When Wen Qianyu smelled the fragrance, he would be in a good mood. He took Zuo Yu's hand and said, "Look, I asked you to come to the park to meet such beautiful flowers. You should thank me, right?"

This guy Zuo Yu has always been extremely low-sensitivity, wearing brown sunglasses and humming: "There are all kinds of flowers in the flower shop, you asked me to sneak out of the company to accompany you, just like grandpa to go to the park?"

Wen Qianyu immediately shook off his arm: "I didn't force you, and besides the company you started, why is it called sneaking away?"

"Isn't it because I work hard to support my family?" Zuo Yu was full of injustice.

"Bah!" Wen Qianyu dismissed it, and instead put the camera into his hand: "Take a picture of me."

After Zuo Yu lowered his head and fiddled with it in a strange way, he managed to focus on the little beauty's face.

The white magnolia against his snow-white skin is really pleasing to the eye.

No wonder those ancient poems always use flowers and plants to describe handsome faces.

Half a minute later, Wen Qianyu smiled until her face froze, and complained, "Are you all right?"

"Okay, okay, it's definitely a masterpiece." Zuo Yu hurriedly finished his work.

Wen Qianyu ran to him and frowned and looked at him, almost rolling her eyes: "It's really a poisonous straight male aesthetic..."

"My aesthetics are poisonous? Then aren't you scolding yourself?" Zuo Yu smiled cheaply: "Besides, when I'm with you, I can straighten up in one place."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wen Qianyu looked at the old lady passing by with her grandson, and suddenly pulled him away in a nervous breakdown.

Zuo Yu was still overjoyed, he put his arms around the little beauty's shoulders and said, "I can only tell the truth."

Wen Qianyu didn't bother to pay attention, still holding the camera depressed: "I wore this dress on purpose, I wanted to take a picture."

"What happened to the clothes?" Zuo Yu asked.

"What do you think?!" Wen Qianyu's joy disappeared in an instant, and she stood still, showing the look of wanting to beat someone up.

"Oh, I gave it to you, who knows you cherish it so much." Zuo Yu likes to provoke him more and more, every time he sees Qianqian's silly appearance about to jump up on the spot, he feels it from the bottom of his heart feel happy.

Wen Qianyu bit her lip and touched the water-green off-the-shoulder shirt on her body. Recalling that Zuo Yu deliberately brought back this one from Japan to compensate herself, she couldn't help asking: "You didn't like me at that time, why did you make such a fuss?" ?”

"There's no reason, I just think you'll look good in it." Zuo Yu replied.

Wen Qianyu didn't continue to pester, just hung the camera on his shoulder, hugged his arm and walked forward slowly.

There are many people who come to the park to enjoy the flowers in this season, but no matter who they are, they can't help but take a second look when they notice the beauty of Qianqian.

And the kind of boy with a hairy head on a bicycle, so distracted that he almost ran into a magnolia tree.

Zuo Yu, who was extremely possessive, suddenly felt that they were extremely annoying, and said with Wen Qianyu, "Find a place to sit for a while, aren't you afraid of getting sunburned?"

Wen Qianyu, who was still admiring the flowers, suddenly became nervous, and took out her phone to take a selfie: "Am I dark?"

"No, it's still beautiful!" Zuo Yu immediately expressed his loyalty.

-

Preparing a movie is not an easy task, let alone the comeback of a movie star, it requires painstaking efforts.

Wen Mu, who is determined to return to his career, has indeed been busy for a while, but he still sticks to his old habit of calling his son every now and then, although most of them will not be answered.

One day, when Wen Qianyu couldn't be found, he changed his mind to contact Zuo Yu, and asked softly, "Is Qianqian okay?"

"It's fine, don't worry." Zuo Yu said politely, "He should be in class. Wen Qianyu never plays truant."

Wen Mu has ideas for everyone, but she always feels helpless against Wen Qianyu's indifference. She closes her eyes and says, "If he didn't deliberately avoid my help, this kid should be much better than now, right?"

"There's nothing wrong with Qianqian now, I don't think he's not good enough in any way." Zuo Yu immediately emphasized this, and then asked, "What can you do with me?"

Wen Mu said: "It's nothing, I just saw him write 'not everything can be stolen' in Moments a few days ago, and I was worried that something unpleasant would happen, but he never told me about his life ,so……"

Zuo Yu was busy with trivial matters in business, so he couldn't help being moved at this moment. After hesitating, he told Jin Fengxiao's immoral actions in full, and then emphasized: "Since Qianqian doesn't want to say it, you must not show it. I know, otherwise I will die! But..."

This heartless person originally wanted to compliment the other party with "Ginger is still hot and spicy". Thinking about how Wen Mu relies on his appearance to some extent, it is better not to mention the old word.

Does every father regard protecting his children as his primary instinct?

If this happened to Zuo Yu's upper body, Zuo Pengcheng would have been unable to sit still.

But after Wen Mu finished listening, her attitude was still calm, but she asked: "Do you believe that evil will be rewarded with evil?"

"I... believe it." Zuo Yu was confused.

"I've been in the entertainment industry for so many years, but I don't believe it." Wen Mu smiled lightly: "It's just that villains have many weaknesses, and they don't necessarily have to retaliate with each trick."

Zuo Yu asked: "You mean, you want me to find something else to do with Jin Fengxiao?"

Wen Mu replied: "Qianqian is a bit of a knife-mouthed and tofu-hearted child. Let him know a lot of bad things, and it will only confuse him. If you really want to protect him, just let that person not come in front of him and get in the way." enough."

"I understand." Zuo Yu was silent for a moment, then smiled: "I used to think that because you didn't live together, you must not understand him. Now it seems that blood is thicker than water. It's not unreasonable."

Wen Mu remained calm: "After all, in this world, I only have one relative, Qianqian."

"Then you...do you regret having him?" Zuo Yu couldn't help asking the topic that Wen Qianyu was most concerned about.

It's a pity that Wen Mu didn't answer, the only three words he said before hanging up the phone were "what did you say".

-

Although he lived in a high-rise downtown, Zuo Yu's big house was expensive because of the rippling swimming pool.

At that time, he entrusted Yuan Hai to buy it from the original head of the household, intending to enjoy it.

As a result, I fell into the quagmire of starting a business after I moved in, and I didn't have much time to idle around at home.

When I got home from get off work, it was dark again.

When Zuo Yu entered the room, he began to habitually search for Qianqian before he felt relieved: "Is there any food? I'm hungry."

Who knew that Wen Qianyu was soaking in the water and using the iPad to draw a manuscript, and replied without raising his head: "It's still cooking, you should rest for a while."

Zuo Yu squatted behind him and asked, "So hardworking?"

"You didn't ask me to work as a model, so I took a commercial draft to make money, and I wanted to design a preppy swimsuit, looking for inspiration." Wen Qianyu lay there leisurely and smeared: "Not bad, is it?"

Zuo Yu answered without thinking: "I don't care about swimsuits, I only care about breasts."

Before the words fell to the ground, Wen Qianyu raised her eyelashes and sneered silently.

"...Before." Zuo Yu wanted to slip away.

Wen Qianyu threw away the IPad, and drenched him with a splash of water: "Look at your breasts, you are really wronged now!"

"Can't you still let me have a black history?" Zuo Yu's suit worn to the meeting was completely ruined, and he wiped his face depressed.

"History? I think it's the present continuous tense?" Wen Qianyu angrily crawled out of the small pool, put on a bath towel and began to gently wipe her long wet hair.

His skin is like the texture of jade, and it shines brightly when it adheres to water droplets.

Zuo Yu was itchy to see it, and he pulled the little beauty over and said, "One day you won't scold me, you will be itchy, thankfully I even took the trouble to find a place for you to practice."

Wen Qianyu asked blankly, "Where are you going?"

"It was introduced by my friend Zhu Yan. I think it suits you very well." Zuo Yu took out a half-dried business card in his suit: "It's a relatively young but quite successful wedding dress brand. If you're interested, go check it out. If you're not interested Never mind."

The wedding dress is quite far away from Wen Qianyu, but he recognized the female designer on the business card. Although she is not as old as Jin Fengxiao, she has also shown her talents in the world, so she said happily: "Okay!"

"Yo yo yo, this face becomes faster than turning the pages of a book." Zuo Yu said meanly again: "Just now I wish I could be cut into pieces."

Wen Qianyu put away her cute and charming smiling face, stretched out her hand and hammered him: "These are two different things. Tell yourself, what size chest teeth do you like?"

Zuo Yu roguely groped into his bath towel and pinched it: "A? Is it still a negative number? Is there a negative number for bust?"

Wen Qianyu blushed and was impatient, jumped on this guy and beat him hard: "Your life is over!"

Zuo Yu hugged him with a smile, and sighed on purpose: "Hey, I just like you. I really doubt that you question me every day, but you just ask me to say more times in a different way."

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