Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

Because it was the weekend, there were quite a lot of people in the amusement area, and the team under the Ferris wheel was about to bend beyond the red line.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Sili decided to give up: "Let's go over there and sit down, it won't take too long anyway."

Zhao Lingke agreed straight away: "Okay."

The two sat down on the bench next to the popcorn mobile cart, leaning against a lush landscape tree behind them, and it was fairly quiet.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"Well," Wen Sili stared at his toes, "Let's break up."

"What?" Zhao Lingke didn't seem to think that what he was going to say was this matter, or rather, she never thought that it was him who said it: "Why so suddenly?"

"I've thought about it for a long time," Wen Sili laughed, "I'm going to Florence soon."

Zhao Lingke was stunned: "You want to separate because you don't want to go to another place?"

Wen Sili moved his mouth, swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, raised his head and smiled sincerely: "No, I just don't like you anymore."

Although the boy's eyes were full of smiles, it had nothing to do with him. Only then did Zhao Lingke realize that Wen Sili didn't seem to be joking.

A guilty conscience suddenly flashed in her heart: "Si Li, did you hear what someone said..."

"No," Wen Sili quickly interrupted, "No one said anything, this is all my own decision."

After a pause, his smile subsided: "You are fine, you don't need to force yourself to do things you don't like, and be with people you don't like. Why make unnecessary concessions? You can obviously have your own choices. "

Wen Sili's reaction today was completely unexpected to Zhao Lingke. In her opinion, this younger brother has always been gentle, even lacking in assertiveness.No matter what others say, they will only follow, and never think about making changes by themselves.

Because it is not needed and is not expected.

Wen Sili continued: "Regardless of other people's requests, don't you have something you particularly want to do? Is it really your dream to become a celebrity that everyone likes and envies?"

"I..." Zhao Lingke seemed to want to explain, but he hesitated to speak.

"You don't need to answer me, as long as you know the answers yourself." Wen Sili withdrew his gaze, his expression extremely calm: "Do you know why I like you?"

Zhao Lingke didn't answer, she had never asked before, because she didn't care enough.

Wen Sili shook his head: "Because of your determination to move forward bravely towards your goal. If you want to get No.1, you have to get it. If you want to learn how to draw, you have to draw the best... This kind of catching up with what you want The courage is exactly what I want but don't have."

"But now, I have it, but the old you has disappeared..."

"I'm sorry..." Zhao Lingke had already guessed the original intention of Wen Sili's words. He discovered her infidelity, but he didn't use it as an excuse for revenge and condemnation.

Zhao Lingke's life has never been so regretful as at this moment. She hurt a simple and kind person because of her ambition.

Although this person never got overwhelmed by this injury, nor did he feel any resentment towards her because of it, Zhao Lingke felt more and more regretful...

There is nothing more disturbing to the conscience than that she has done a wrong that went unpunished.

"Si Li, I'm sorry..." She could only apologize, she didn't know what else she could do besides apologizing.

"It's okay." Wen Sili took out a pocket square from his pocket, and gently wiped away her tears, "We can still be friends, can't we? Everyone makes mistakes, as long as you tell yourself not to do it again, everyone will be happy."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." I didn't know that those words touched Zhao Lingke's nerves, but she saw more and more tears welling up on her face, and finally she couldn't help but hid in Wen Sili's arms and cried out of breath.

"Anyone makes mistakes...so can I...I can too...hiccup...?"

Wen Sili patted Little Fusang on the top of her head like he usually comforted her: "Of course."

The lady who used to be delicate and prudent is crying like a tearful person at this time, and the brother next door who was gentle and timid in the past is more like an elder.

Young people are sometimes strange, but they are easy to understand. When you find that they have changed, it is probably because they have grown up.

The crying on the bench passed through the landscape trees to Wensheng's ears, and he patted the fallen leaves on his legs, finally completely relieved.

On the other side of the park bench were two people, to be precise, an adult, a baby girl, and a giant doll.

The baby girl is white and clean, her forehead is tightly covered by a green frog hat, and her bulging cheeks are like water bags filled with water. Yuxue is cute. Looking at the other end of the bench, a pair of black pupils are filled with tears. Desire: "Ah... yes!"

Seeing that Fat Ball was about to crawl over again, Zhao Lingji blocked him back quickly with sharp eyesight and hands.The long finger lightly landed between Fat Ball's eyebrows, and she completely cut off the way she wanted to climb over: "Don't be too greedy as a human being. I didn't give you some things, so don't want them."

It's strange that little Fusang can understand, even if he can understand, he will pretend not to understand at this moment.She grasped Zhao Lingji's hand along the sleeve of his sleeve, and grinned as if asking for credit.

Zhao Lingji watched helplessly as a gleam of light flowed from Xiaomi's teeth, slowly falling down her fleshy jaw until it sank into the drool pocket on her chest.

He squinted his eyes so disgusted that he didn't dare to let go, fearing that little Fusang's saliva or other things would get on him.

Little Fusang laughed for a long time and didn't get a response, so he ignored him. He grabbed the small ball on the hat and started playing by himself.

"Hey hey!" Zhao Lingji slapped her hand and pulled the ball out: "Why are you so not picky about food, kid? Is a hat something you can eat? Little rice bucket?"

In the process of snatching it, I accidentally touched the fleshy cheek of Little Fusang, and I had some aftertaste. I raised my hand and shook it twice: "It's all meat. I thought it was really water. A small water tank?"

Little Fusang just reacted slowly, not a stone man. How could he not respond when he was beaten and dragged for no reason, his little face wrinkled and tears poured out like he didn't want money: "Wow..."

Zhao Lingji withdrew her hand when she saw this, and glanced around with some trepidation, as if afraid of attracting people: "Hey, you little idiot, why are you so rude? I didn't use much force... I just, I just Squeeze it lightly."

Seeing that little Fusang didn't intend to stop, Zhao Lingji compromised: "Twice."

"Ah..." Little Fusang didn't show any face, looking into the distance and kept grabbing his hands: "Father..."

Zhao Lingji was so frightened that she thought she had heard the sound and immediately jumped up trying to separate herself, but unexpectedly there was no one behind her.Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the ear-piercing magic sound struck again.

Seeing that many people around looked over, and some even took out their mobile phones to point, Zhao Lingji felt that she had to find a way to go on like this.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a mobile snack cart not far away, and in a flash of inspiration, she ran over with Little Fusang in her hand: "I want something she can eat! Hurry up!"

The staff of the snack cart seemed to be frightened by this scene, and they were taken aback before saying, "Pop... Popcorn? Sweet, it melts when it touches water."

"That's it! Come on!" Zhao Lingji didn't even think about it.

"..."

So when Wen Sheng came back to the fountain again, the first thing he saw was Zhao Lingji holding the little Fusang, and the little Fusang was sitting on the bench obediently holding the popcorn bucket.

Little Fusang concentrated on eating the popcorn in his hand, while Zhao Lingji looked at the fountain in the distance and seemed to be lost in thought.

The scene was more harmonious than Wen Sheng had imagined, and the two found out when they walked to a nearby bench.

"Father! I want..." Little Fusang reached out to him, trying to share his delicious food.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wen Sheng seemed to see Zhao Lingji's back froze for a moment because of the cry.After seeing clearly that it was Wen Sheng standing in front of her, Zhao Lingji got up immediately: "Take it away, take it away quickly."

Hearing the sound, I could vaguely hear the relief of the two: "Did something happen?"

He took the little Fusang, straightened her hat, noticed the wet stains on the little guy's eyelashes, and turned to Zhao Lingji with some doubts: "Has she ever cried?"

"She didn't cry, it was me who cried." Zhao Lingji interrupted blankly: "I don't want Xiong, stay away from me in the future."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Little Fusang like a warning.

Little Fusang should have reconciled with him in his heart, he didn't see the warning at all, instead he smiled sweetly: "Uncle...uncle!"

"..." Zhao Lingji looked as if she had eaten shit, she snorted coldly, turned and left without saying anything.

Three years later, Tanglin City International Fashion Center.

Qianping Square was crowded with people, most of them came for the first domestic design show of cutting-edge designer Wen Sili.

This big show called "Chuxin" started to build momentum as early as three months ago. The international first-line supermodel Qu Nian made a comeback show after marriage, and the youngest chief designer of jilsander made her domestic debut...

Before the show started, the name of Wen Sili's fashionable noble son had already spread throughout Dongling.

Even though he was just a budding star, he was able to invite most of the fashion circle and Tanglin's upper class to join him. This big show has already attracted the attention of the whole network before it even started.

On the day of the big show, the platform that obtained the exclusive broadcast was even paralyzed due to the soaring traffic.

Topics related to hot searches on the Internet remain high:

"I just want to see the car rollover scene of the fashionable nobleman, there is no other meaning #狗头#."

"I don't have any interest in fashion, I just want to simply look at the audience. My dear, more than half of Tanglin's GDP is gathered together, just thinking about that scene makes my legs weak #幱下#!"

Wen Sili is not ignorant of the attention from the outside world. Although not all good things are said, bad enthusiasm for fashion is better than no enthusiasm.All these popularity are earned by his ability, why should he avoid it?

This is what Wen Sheng said, and he thinks it makes sense.

Wen Sheng was not the first to arrive at the show, but there was no one sitting in the middle of the front row of the catwalk.Not long after he entered the venue, Wen Sili gave a speech as a designer.

After briefly introducing the theme, he said: "I am not used to keeping my angels waiting for a long time, especially today there is a little angel who is impatient. My flowers and applause will be given after the show is over. Now, I need to borrow everyone's Applause to the ready backstage."

Everyone in the audience was aroused by his words, and after applauding, they began to guess the "little angel" he was talking about.

It's just that the lights changed quickly, and the band and singers came on stage one after another, and the speculation didn't last long.

The notes sounded, and the band performance on the backstage set everyone's emotions up for a moment. After the prelude, the song chant slowly walked out of the backstage as the opening angel.

At the same time, hot topics are also updated in real time.

Some people lamented the aura of Qu Nian, an international model, kneeling and licking the beautiful figure that can never be obtained, and some people have already started to comment on the clothes on the models.

Although there are quite a few comments such as "I really don't understand fashion", most of them are referrals and affirmations from insiders.

Wen Sili's resume is undoubtedly excellent. He became a monk halfway, but he grew rapidly at a speed that others couldn't match.He has all the necessary conditions for a first-line designer, including unnecessary contacts.

As a matter of course, public opinion has changed, and the live broadcast screen is full of dense bullet screens:

"There is something, my brother..."

"Can I say that I was under the stands the whole time? Please give the spotlight to seat C in the audience, my husband, thank you!"

"Looking at my husband, how much is your face? I want to sell it too."

When the big show draws to a close, these barrages fill the entire screen in an instant because of the angel who appeared at the finale:

"!!! Kid! Who the hell would have thought that a little angel is really a little angel?"

"Who's little princess is so cute!? My eyes are red..."

The music hadn't stopped yet, but the last model who came out from the backstage instantly became shorter, and turned out to be a little girl about four years old.

The girl was wearing a delicate and lovely little yellow dress, with a pink and dazzling little crown wrapped around her thick black hair, and holding a gorgeous red rose in her hand. The applause and cheers went straight to the end of the stage.

Both the barrage on the screen and the eyes of the audience were filled with pink.

It didn't take long for the little girl to walk to the front of the runway, but she didn't make a fixed pose like the other angels, but continued to move forward until she reached the edge.

The chasing light came down immediately, and Wen Sheng in the first row of stands was also exposed to the spotlight.He was wearing a dark blue dress with a polka-dot bow tie at the neckline that was particularly eye-catching.

The serious and serious president of the Wen family is usually seen by everyone, but now he is a little more childlike, and the eyes that fall on the little girl are also faintly smiling.

"Father, here." Little Fusang couldn't jump off, so he could only stand on the edge and stretch out his hand as hard as he could, handing the flowers to Wensheng with all his might.

Hearing the sound, he didn't want to see her fall, so he got up immediately to pick it up.There was no such link during the rehearsal. He was afraid that Little Fusang had made up his own mind and forgot to return to the backstage. After taking it, he took advantage of the situation and reminded: "Go back."

Unexpectedly, little Fusang thought that he was here to ask for a kiss as usual, so he hugged Wensheng's neck and slapped him hard on the face.

This boo was stunned by Wen Shengbo, and the audience in the audience roared with laughter.

"Go back, walk back." Wen Sheng pushed helplessly.

"I know!" Little Fusang was extremely excited, patted Wen Sheng on the shoulder and quickly got back on track.

The big show came to a successful conclusion, and the backstage was naturally full of joy.Hearing that he attended the celebration reception later, but Xiao Fusang could only leave early because he missed the promise to watch a movie with Zhao Lingji.

By the way, Little Fusang and Zhao Lingji got along very well in the past three years.To be precise, it was Little Fusang who unilaterally got along well with Zhao Lingji.

Every time when Wen Sheng asked her why she likes to pester Zhao Lingji, her answer was always: "Because Uncle Ji is very poor, he doesn't even have any friends."

How serious and serious this is said, it often makes people laugh and cry.

The car quickly drove out of the parking lot. When passing the entrance of the venue, Wen Sheng vaguely saw an acquaintance standing on the side of the road, an acquaintance who was not very familiar.

The author has something to say:

Finishing this story tomorrow, as I said, this story is relatively light and there are not many twists and turns.My mood has recovered, and the next world will make you disabled brother, what you want is bad (not) and clingy (not)