After going on a blind date with my brother

Lin Wan didn't know that Wen Yimu had already seen through her vest. When she opened the software and saw Wen Yimu forwarding it, she cheered and commented frantically below.

After commenting, he casually swiped Weibo, and finally came across a news about the anchor sleeping with fans. The protagonist of the story is a little famous anchor. In order to get some rewards, he was willing to sell his lust and spend the night with fans on the rich list.

Lin Wan slid across without emotion, and suddenly thought of a terrible idea, if Wen Yimu's list was not her...

Of course, who Wen Yimu knows very well, no matter what, it is impossible to do such absurd thing, it's just that it's impossible to sleep with a fan, what if it's just a chat?How about being a friend?What if it is cited as a confidant?

Thinking hard.

Lin Wan thought of a novel she had just finished chasing after not long ago. It was about the story of a reader who desperately rewarded her and successfully hooked up with the author. The novel was so sweet that it was full of pink bubbles. Thinking about it now, it almost made her break into a cold sweat. .

At the same time, she became even more determined, to be the only Wu Yumei Global Support Club, to steal all of her attention, and not to let others show off.

In the same room, two people have different jealousy, but they have the same effect. Generally speaking, they have reached a consensus.

No matter who you are, you can only follow me.

As for whether the other party will be jealous, I'm sorry, I completely forgot about this.

With Wen Yimu accompanying her in the room, even if it was just quietly processing documents or reading books, and occasionally answering questions she didn't know, Lin Wan felt extremely happy, and even wrote homework much faster.

It seems that the study of being tortured on weekdays has become a kind of enjoyment at this moment.

Every time she finished writing, Lin Wan couldn't help getting up from the chair and rubbing against Wen Yimu's arms. She insisted on touching her head before she happily went back to study.

Small pets asking for rewards - the same.

Wen Yimu sat near Lin Wan with a smile on his lips, seeing the girl's focused expression, he felt happy.

It's just that when she saw Lin Wan's homework full of loopholes, she was not very happy.

Wen Yimu stared at the math test paper in his hand, looked up at Lin Wan suspiciously, and asked in doubt, "Did I not explain this question?"

Lin Wan said honestly, "I've told you."

"Then how can you be so ridiculously wrong?" Wen Yimu raised his eyebrows, with a serious manner for a while, like a dean with 30 years of experience.

Lin Wan shrugged her shoulders unconsciously, and said timidly, "I... I just forgot when I turned around."

Wen Yimu: "..."

Although this inference is really not easy, and it takes several times to go around, but I forget it when I turn my head, and I don’t remember the first step wrong, right?

Wen Yimu took a deep breath, and comforted himself in his heart. Changai is an art student, so the requirements are not so high.

Otherwise, at this level, it cannot be said that there is no hope of being admitted to Z University, it can only be said that it is not a dream.

Lin Wan came over nervously, hugged Wen Yimu's arm with a limp body, raised her small face and looked at her: "Sister... will you be angry with me?"

Wen Yimu asked back, "What do you think?"

Lin Wan whispered: "Don't be angry, sister... I'm not as smart as you, I'm really serious about it..."

Although he is doing it seriously, compared with Zheng Zeyuan's efforts, it is nothing worth mentioning.

Lin Wan herself was also guilty when she said this, so she simply stopped talking and just looked at Wen Yimu with round eyes like a kitten.

Wen Yimu's heart softened a little, and he said softly, "I'm not angry with you."

She patted Lin Wan's head and praised: "It's great to change it."

Lin Wan smiled so much that his eyes turned into crescent moons, shining brightly, as if reflecting the entire starry sky: "Really?"

Wen Yimu nodded: "Really."

The girl in front of me is lively and enthusiastic, innocent and pure, and seeing her smile makes me very satisfied.

It's a big deal, she just keeps her.

Lin Wan got the affirmation, and was extremely excited. She wished she could run around in the room and offer her treasures again. She took the drafts of her paintings from the desk when she was fishing, and put them in front of Wen Yimu's eyes: "Look, how's it going?"

Wen Yimu raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully: "No wonder it didn't come out, so I was fishing?"

Although it sounded like an accusation, the ending sounded with a smile. Lin Wan was a clever little ghost, and nodded confidently: "I'm practicing a professional class, you don't understand."

"Then I'll review and review." Wen Yimu took a look at the drawing, and it showed a scene of a kitten lying lazily among the flowers, stretching out its paws to catch a butterfly.

The shape is captured very accurately, and it looks lifelike, but the light and shadow are slightly strange, perhaps because they have not undergone systematic training.

It's pretty good to draw like this.

Wen Yimu is studying Chinese painting, and he draws ink and wash paintings in several strokes, but he doesn't know much about modern painting schools.

She reviewed it once and nodded: "It's great."

Lin Wan happily kissed her on the cheek, and suddenly thought of something, and asked her, "Can my sister also draw?"

Wen Yimu nodded, noncommittal.

Lin Wan was a little surprised, and approached with admiration: "Why does my sister have so many things?"

Wen Yimu stretched out his arms to hug Lin Wan, and wrote lightly: "It's nothing, since you say you are knowledgeable, you need to know a little about the six arts."

Dancing, painting, chess, tea and tea are all involved, but most of them are just a little bit, only dancing, which she secretly continued to learn without telling her family.

"Sister is really amazing!" Lin Wan praised from the bottom of her heart, rolled her eyes, and had a bad idea, "Would Gagai have a chance to see my sister's ink brush?"

The girl leaned on Wen Yimu's knee and looked up at her with an intoxicated expression, as if she was admiring the finest treasure.

It's really reassuring to feel so needed.

Wen Yimu touched Lin Wan's cheek, and declined politely, "You don't have anything needed for traditional Chinese painting in your room."

Felt, special drawing paper, brushes, ink... It's very troublesome, and it takes a long time to draw every time.

Originally thought that the child would retreat in spite of difficulties, but Lin Wan became more excited when he heard it, - Gu Lu got up, rushed to the storage room to rummage through the boxes, and finally carried out - a lot of things.

Wen Yimu eyeballed—look, good guy, there are a lot of things, even the framing tools.

Lin Wan rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, and explained: "I bought this when I was learning to draw when I was a child, but I didn't bother to learn it later, so I kept it here."

After everything was brought, Wen Yimu had no choice but to be respectful rather than obedient.

She sighed, and picked it out, almost all the things were brand new, and there was no dust. Obviously, the storage room had been tidying up.

Only the little princess of the Lin family has this kind of arrogance and freedom to spend a lot of money.

Lin Wan dangled around her, scrambling to help spread the drawing paper, and then to sharpen the ink, Wen Yimu followed her, arranging things by herself, and waited until Lin Wan moved in to remove the pear blossom wood. When the chair asked her to sit down, Wen Yimu suddenly felt like a young lady and a companion maid.

She raised her hand to wrap up the loose strands of hair, but the quick-sighted Lin Wan grabbed her wrist, and the hair tie on her wrist was gently peeled off. Lin Wan said softly, "Sister, let me do it."

Wen Yimu then sat quietly on the chair. On the table was laid out snow-white drawing paper, brushes and ink arranged in order, and next to him was a retro-designed vanity mirror.

There is no feeling in the hair, she can only vaguely feel that the blue hair is being gently pulled up, and the comb is gently combed from the scalp to the end, with clumsy and careful techniques, for fear of hurting her.

Wen Yimu glanced at the dressing mirror next to her, the reflection in the mirror was slightly blurred, and she could vaguely see the girl behind her holding the ends of her hair, combing and combing reverently.

Wen Yimu suddenly felt a little indescribably shy from the bottom of his heart, as if he was combing his hair so seriously on the day of his marriage in ancient times, while the gentleman beside him undressed him with a smile.

The room is full of charm, and it is enough to make people fascinated and make the candles flicker just from being in love and ending with rituals.

While Wen Yimu was in a daze, Lin Wan had already combed her long hair, coiled it in a circle carefully, and tied it with a hair tie, her movements were extremely gentle.

"Okay, sister." Lin Wan leaned on Wen Yimu's shoulder from behind, and whispered in her ear.

Wen Yimu suddenly woke up from the dream, and it wasn't until Lin Wan moved the mirror over that she realized that she stared blankly at the mirror for a moment.

The woman in the mirror has soft and clear eyebrows, her long hair is rolled up behind her head, and she looks a bit shy. She looks like a wife who has just been out of the cabinet for a few days.

"My sister is so pretty." Lin Wan praised earnestly, then suddenly thought of something, and blurted out, "Like my wife."

This was exactly in line with Wen Yimu's thoughts, as if someone had punctured her heart, she felt a little annoyed for a while, and said softly, "What nonsense are you talking about."

"Are you shy?" Lin Wan felt a little strange, seeing her sister's porcelain-white cheeks stained a little crimson, her brows and eyes full of the shyness of a little girl, even if she was scolded, her bones were still crisp.

Wen Yimu was really like the daughter's house in ancient times, when she heard such bold teasing, she moved the mirror to the side with a bit of annoyance, stopped talking to Lin Wan, and concentrated on painting by herself.

I haven't drawn anything for many years, so it's inevitable that I'm a little rusty, and the first stroke I put down is messed up, and it becomes a four-dimensional image.

Wen Yimu's cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't want to show timidity in front of Lin Wan, so he secretly took a breath, forcibly calmed down, and traced meticulously.

Finally, I barely patched a line into the branch of the plum blossom. Although it is still a little rough, it is still okay to make do with it.

Lin Wan waited beside her silently, admiring Wen Yimu's focused expression, her expression was extremely gentle.

Wen Yimu drew a few more strokes, and gradually became proficient, and his strokes became more organized, and the faster he drew, the more he completely forgot about Lin Wan beside him.

After counting down the strokes, a branch of plum blossoms that are in full bloom appears vividly on the paper, and there are faint silhouettes of two little girls under the branches. The painting is not clear, but the large areas of blank space give people more room for imagination .

Wen Yimu randomly dabbed a few points of plum red, accepted the last pen, then put down the pen gracefully, and pushed the painting forward: "That's it."

Lin Wan quickly moved her head to look, pointed to the two figures under the tree and asked, "Is this us?"

Wen Yimu nodded noncommittally, with a smile on his lips.

"Okay." Lin Wan became happy, hugged Wen Yimu's waist, rubbed against her chest, and said softly, "My sister's paintings are so beautiful, I want to collect them!"

Wen Yimu raised the corners of her lips and pinched Lin Wan's face: "Did I tell you?"

"Say it!" Lin Wan confidently rubbed back and forth in Wen Yimu's arms, "Sister send me off! Send me off!"

After all, Wen Yimu softened a little, and said slowly: "For the sake of your sincerity, I will forcefully send you off."

"Hey, I knew my sister was the best!" Lin Wan raised her face and kissed Wen Yimu's cheek without any restraint.

Wen Yimu leaned forward and kissed her lips, the lips touched her lips as soon as they touched her.

Lin Wan closed her eyes attached to look for Wen Yimu's lips, and when she finally found them, she stuck them together regardless, licking and sucking repeatedly.

I'm afraid that Wen Yimu won't be squeezed dry by her.

Wen Yimu also pampered the child, until he was really out of breath, then pinched Lin Wan's waist, signaling her to let go.

Lin Wan reluctantly left Wen Yimu's lips, plunged her head into her arms, and pressed Wen Yimu tightly.

I can see my unusually warm embrace in my room every day, what a blessing.

Even if you die at this moment, you are happy.

The author has something to say: I’m here to update again. Recently, my friends have broken up with me and other complicated things. The relationship between people is really confusing.

More next week.