After being dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role, they became a group favorite

Xu Chacha froze, her shoulders drooped like a deflated puppy.

"Why are you so fierce?"

"I'm still fierce?" Wen Mubai took back her empty cup, saw that the glucose was almost empty and rang the bell to call for the nurse, "Before I started to say anything, I started to act pitiful. I can't cure you if I know for sure. This set, right?"

Xu Chacha pouted, her deer eyes were moist, "Then are you going to scold me?"

She knows where Wen Mubai's Achilles' heel is so well, if she admits it first, she will definitely not be angry, and she won't have to be criticized!

"Did I tell you to eat well and pay attention to rest?" Wen Mubai pinched her chin, looked around very dissatisfied, "You're all skinny."

Because Xu Chacha said that there was an exam recently, she didn't contact her so frequently. Fortunately, she would send herself to the hospital as soon as no one was watching.

"Is it easy to raise your few ounces of meat?"

"I have something to eat..." Xu Chacha retorted softly.

She has not deliberately lost weight recently, but she often forgets to eat, and is too lazy to buy and cook, so she is simply hungry.

Wen Mubai still can't understand her little thoughts, "That's the matter, I'll come over on the weekend, you pack it up in advance."

"..." Woo.

……

These days Xu Chacha has been scolded by Wen Mubai a lot, but she knows she is wrong and dare not answer back.

Not only that, this person also united with several of her roommates to supervise her. If she skipped a meal or ate late, a voice message was sent immediately.

After the exam was over on Thursday, Xu Chacha didn't go back to the dormitory. She packed her things in the apartment and packed them first. Wen Mubai drove to pick her up on Friday afternoon.

"Just this little thing?" Jiang Panpan, who was pulled to work as a coolie, leaned on the kitchen table to drink water, "I knew your little girl was so worry-free, why did you call me here? Why don't you just carry it with one hand? alright."

Xu Chacha packed out a suitcase and a storage box, both of which were on wheels, and they could be pushed directly into the elevator.

"There's one more, Sister Panpan." Xu Chacha stood on it, kicked her foot, and a bulging snakeskin bag rolled down, "There's also a quilt."

"Please." Wen Mubai gestured to her politely.

"Pfft—" Jiang Panpan spit out a mouthful of water, pointing to himself, "You can't feel sorry for your colleagues."

"Using money to do things, isn't this your most reasonable saying, Mr. Jiang." Wen Mubai's tone remained unchanged.

"Thank you sister Panpan!"

Facing Xu Chacha's smiling eyes, Jiang Panpan lost all anger, and went up to shave her face, "For your sweetheart, Sister Panpan will just do a coolie."

"Sister Panpan is so kind." Xu Chacha clenched his fists for her, "Come on!"

"Come on!" Jiang Panpan picked up the snakeskin bag and ran out as if he had gained supernatural power.

Xu Chacha followed behind pushing the box, and Wen Mubai stepped behind with a slow pace.

Fortunately, this woman still has a conscience, and she knew how to lend a hand when moving up and down. When she got to the place, Jiang Panpan stretched out her hand, "Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand."

Wen Mubai glanced at her, and took out his wallet.

Xu Chacha watched from the side, "Are you really paying?"

"Here." Wen Mubai picked out something with his fingers, which was a concert ticket, "Your sister Pan Pan is obsessed with stardom, don't learn from her."

Jiang Panpan also has some contacts in the circle, but the idol is too popular, she asked all over and couldn't get one, so she could only ask Wen Mubai for help.

"Thank you, Boss Wen, Jiang is willing to be a cow and a horse for Boss Wen for 100 years!"

"No, I won't live until then."

Jiang Panpan happily returned to the studio with the spoils in his hands, and the little assistant came up immediately.

"You are back. I am looking for your signature. The boss and you are not here."

Jiang Panpan wiped his sweat and propped up the corner of the table with one hand, "Don't say it, I was dragged by your Wenda designer to move her little girl. Pour me a glass of water, I'm thirsty."

As soon as they found out that there were gossip listeners, those in the tea room also ran over, and they were clever, and quickly brought a glass of ice-cold water.

"Wow, living together so soon? I thought the boss was the type who had been in a long-distance relationship for several years before he could barely confirm the relationship."

"You're wrong, your boss is a beast who knows people and face but doesn't know the heart."

Some people didn't believe it, "Impossible."

Jiang Panpan smiled bluntly, "I mean she's a slave to me like a slave or beast, and I really dote on her little girl."

"Ah, I'll just say it!"

"Tell us quickly, who is the other party, is it a model?"

"The model that can make the boss fall in love with, that's so amazing! We're so curious!"

Jiang Panpan waved his hand, "No, I can't say it. If I say it, I'll pack it up and get out tomorrow."

"Cut~"

"What gossip, why don't you tell me too?" A strange voice appeared behind Jiang Panpan.

She turned her head to look, with a sarcastic smile, "What brought you here, Singer Wen?"

Backed by a big tree, it is good to enjoy the shade. Although Wen’s crisis has been going on a while ago, but fortunately, it has survived smoothly. As the pillar of the company, Wen Shiyu’s stardom is of course flourishing. No, the new digital single, airborne No. [-] on the major music charts.

There is water, but if the big-character posters are written more, they will become true.

Jiang Panpan and Wen Mubai have known each other for a long time, and of course they are familiar with her as a step-sister, knowing that these days Wen Shiyu probably wants to walk around with the peacock screen open, so as to tell the world that her popularity has skyrocketed and her status is high.

Wen Shiyu stepped on frighteningly high stiletto heels, raised her chin, and didn't need to make a special expression, her high-spirited appearance was already engraved in her bones.

"My dad asked me to come and see her, so I'll come and see, what, bothering you?"

Jiang Panpan secretly rolled his eyes, "No, it's just that we don't have anything to entertain you in our small town. Would you like some plain water?"

"No thanks, I only drink triple-filtered pure mountain spring, you guys..."

"It's 16 yuan a barrel, and it's also a mountain spring." Whether she likes to drink or not, no one really pours it for her.

Jiang Panpan wished she would leave quickly and keep her in the way.

Of course Wen Shiyu knew that she was not welcome, and she didn't even bother to come here, but after all, she couldn't disobey Father Wen's order.

Originally, she just wanted to show her face and leave, but now she doesn't want to leave.

"You just said that Wen Mubai had sex with a little model?"

"You also believe in such small gossip." Jiang Panpan satirized her, "I thought you were deeply hurt by it in the circle, and you wouldn't listen to a word of it."

"You have such a good relationship with her, of course I believe what you say."

The eavesdropping is still so righteous, Jiang Panpan is not angry, but still has to maintain a decent face, "Then you have misunderstood, I didn't say those things, the children are just guessing, aren't they?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

"We just like talking nonsense, chatting nonsense."

"Yeah, hahahaha, I don't even believe I made it up."

Wen Shiyu didn't know that they were colluding and didn't plan to tell herself, "Huh, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to find out?"

When she went back, she told Mother Wen about it, and then she told Father Wen during dinner.

This is simply stepping on Wen's father's thunder point precisely. What he complains the most is that Wen Mubai's biological mother puts on him countless green hats, so he even hates this industry, and now he finally acquiesces. She asked Wen Mubai to continue in this business, but told him that she had made the same mistakes as her mother.

"There are not many clean people in this circle!" He got angry and said a sentence full of prejudice, "Call her back to me, and I will ask her carefully!"

Mother Wen dared to listen to the wind, but how could she be so stupid as to get involved in the conflict between the father and daughter.

He agreed with his mouth, but he didn't contact him all the time. He waited until Father Wen got impatient and took the initiative to make a move.

Over there, Jiang Panpan also told Wen Mubai about Wen Shiyu's visit to the studio, but the latter didn't care at all.

Jiang Panpan became anxious, "Aren't you afraid that she will complain when she returns home?"

"That's all she has." Wen Mubai was still helping Xu Chacha pack the magazines, and he spoke casually, "Besides, this matter will be stabbed at home sooner or later, not everyone knows."

To be honest, she is not afraid of father Wen, but what Wen Shiyu is afraid of.

She hung up the phone, and Xu Chacha just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

This man was afraid of the cold, so he wore a full set of fleece pajamas, his white feet stepped into soft thick slippers, and his tender face turned pink from the heat.

"Come here, blow your head."

Xu Chacha leaned over and saw that she was arranging the books, and saw her debut novel when she was young and ignorant.

"If you don't read this, just leave it, don't pile it on the bookshelf."

"There are not many more books, let's put them away." Wen Mubai said.

"No, no, no." Xu Chacha stood up and wanted to take out the book. She didn't want to see it, and she didn't want Wen Mubai to see it.

"Then put it away." Wen Mubai let go, "There is another one on the shelf."

"What?" Xu Chacha almost jumped up. She ran to the bookshelf to look through it. The white cover of her book was quite conspicuous. When she took it out, she found that she had obviously been flipped through it many times, and the pages were a bit old to the touch. "You read this kind of book too?"

She never told her family her pen name, she was worried that one day she would be exposed in front of Wen Mubai.

When writing this book, Wen Mubai had just left, it was a period of time when she was most reluctant and missed Wen Mubai the most, looking back at the written words now, there is inevitably hypocrisy and affectation.

"Look, it's pretty good." Wen Mubai walked over to take the book, and looked at her with a light smile, "Do you know the author?"

Xu Chacha's goosebumps were about to rise, "I don't know!"

Wen Mubai nodded, and opened his mouth to smooth her hair, "I don't know him either, just take a look."

"Yeah." Xu Chacha picked up the hair dryer, used its sound to cover the violent heartbeat in his chest, and said silently, don't reveal your secrets, don't reveal your depression.

In the end, the man was still working hard. He opened the book, sat beside her and read it slowly, carefully turning every page.

From the corner of her eye, Xu Chacha saw that there were still many marked places on the page, and her heart beat even faster.

When she wrote it, even though the location and names were blurred, it was hard for Wen Mubai, as the person involved, not to see the flaws, not to mention how she could stand up to scrutiny when she read it so carefully.

Xu Chacha thought worriedly, according to this person's temperament, the current situation is that she has seen through but is more likely to not tell the truth.

"I have never had such a despicable thought. I hope she will become a powerless little pet, imprisoned by my side all day long."

With a flat voice, he read without emotion, and even his voice was very soft, but Xu Chacha heard every word clearly.

After all, Wen Mubai was sitting next to her.

She turned her head, and the man's smiling eyes looked in through the messy hair.

"Is that why you miss me so much?"