A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

Facts have proved that there are always people in this world whose logic is different from ordinary people.

Wen Yu really didn't understand. When faced with a weak woman who was knocked down by the wind and snow, how could a normal man's response be to sniff her to make sure she is still alive?

It's outrageous to speechless.

Wen Yu suddenly lost the interest in acting and opened his eyes with an indifferent expression of [oh brother, you are back].

After some tossing, he finally entered the house.

With constant temperature heating in the house, Wen Yu felt a lot warmer as soon as he entered the living room, but because of the freezing for too long, he couldn't stop shivering all over.

Jiang Yuhe sat down on the sofa, his eyes fell faintly, "How could he be locked out."

Fortunately, I thought about it beforehand.

Wen Yu explained innocently: "The weather is good in the morning. I wanted to go out to bask in the sun, but the door was closed as soon as the wind blew."

Quiet for a while.

"Really?"

? Why are you still suspicious.

"Of course it's true." Wen Yu was frozen in a nasal voice, which automatically added a bit of grievance to her: "Why doesn't my brother believe me."

Jiang Yuhe stared at her silently for a few seconds, then suddenly got up and walked over.

Walked to Wen Yu.

Bend down slightly and put his hands on the sides of her wheelchair.

Wen Yu seemed to be trapped in a trial chair in an instant.

Even if Jiang Yuhe doesn't speak, he has an oppressive aura.

What's more, Wen Yu is still lying, being so crushed, his confidence is a little lacking in an instant.

"What's wrong, brother."

For a moment, Jiang Yuhe suddenly raised his right hand.

Wen Yu was taken aback, and subconsciously hid his body, thinking that he was going to torture him, but saw that he tore something off his shoulder.

"To get this out of the sun?"

This is a sticker advertisement for the opening discount of a hot pot restaurant.

Wen Yu was stunned.

She quickly remembered that when she went to a second-hand luxury goods store to sell bags, a newly opened hot pot restaurant nearby was advertising with flyers, stickers, balloons and the like.

It was also sent to her at the time, but she didn't want it.

Good guy, don't just stick to yourself?

"Where did you go?" The man stood up straight, his tone already a little more warning.

Wen Yu didn't expect that his perfect reason would be sold by an advertisement.

There is no other way at the moment, and it is better to admit it directly than to round up this unrounded lie.

Wen Yu closed his eyes, turned his heart, and instantly switched his emotions into place: "Yes, I left on purpose."

"I can see that my brother doesn't like me, and it's boring for me to stay here. If I don't really remember who I am, I will definitely not bother you like this."

While talking, Wen Yu choked.

"I'm very sad about what happened yesterday. I am wholeheartedly for my brother. I am afraid that you will catch a cold and that you will vomit and nobody will care. But my brother actually thinks I have ulterior motives.

"I am injured, my heart hurts more than my legs, so I want to leave and stop disturbing my brother."

"But when I came to the street alone in a wheelchair and found nowhere to go, I was so scared."

"So I'm back again."

"I'm sorry, brother," Wen Yu was already crying, and turned away silently, "I lied to you, I will leave now, and I won't bother you anymore."

Wen Yu pitifully prepared to leave home again, the moment the wheelchair turned around was crazy os—

"Keep me now!"

"say something!"

"Ah, hurry up!"

For a long time, after listening to these indifferent voices, Jiang Yuhe, who complained to him with tears, covered his face and took a deep breath—

"come back."

Wen Yu smiled.

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She turned around, sniffing her nose one by one: "Then I want to drink hot milk."

Jiang Yuhe: "..."

It snowed all night, and when I got up the next day, the ground was covered with a shallow layer of white.

The twelfth aunt came back more than nine o'clock last night. She went to the hospital for a follow-up review of her old problem. As a result, the doctor came late for an emergency operation. When it was snowing and traffic jam in the evening, the day was very sad.

Jiang Yuhe didn’t go to the company in the morning. After eating at noon as usual, Wen Yu was wondering how to tell him that today is the day for his second dressing change, and the man took the initiative to remind her: "Who will come and pick you up for a dressing change later? ."

Probably because of his heart-warming remarks last night, Jiang Yuhe didn't mention the sofa sleeping again. Wen Yu naturally accepted it as soon as he saw it, and responded in a low voice, "Oh."

After the meeting, I couldn't help but feel like, "What about you, brother."

Jiang Yuhe didn't even lift his head, "together."

This answer was far beyond Wen Yu's expectation. He accompanied him last time when he changed the dressing because he happened to be going to the hospital to solve Li Man's affairs, but no one was living in the hospital this time.

Did he accompany himself specially?

Wen Yu didn't believe that until Jiang Yuhe actually arrived at the hospital—this man actually showed compassion to accompany him to change the dressing.

The dressing change was much smoother than before. Wen Yu remembered the lesson that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and he cooperated with the doctor very much.

When she was changing her dressing, Jiang Yuhe came to the doctor’s office.

"How long does it take for her to remember who she is."

"Mr. Jiang." The doctor said patiently: "Stress memory loss is a very complicated situation. According to our clinical data, before the accident, 80% of the injured had suffered major trauma in their lives. ,and so-"

"I'm not interested in knowing those." Jiang Yuhe interrupted the doctor, "You just say how long it will take."

The doctor paused, "Some three to five years, some one or two months."

"Three to five years?" Jiang Yuhe obviously didn't expect it to be so long.

The doctor nodded and told him simply and transparently:

"She thinks that you are her brother now, so you might as well do as she wants to soothe her emotions. The more relaxed she is, the sooner she can recover. On the contrary, if you keep resisting her indifferently, she is still in an unsafe situation. In the environment of feeling, there are all harms but no benefits, in other words—"

"The more you cooperate with her, the sooner you can hope to end this relationship."

Jiang Yuhe thought for a moment without saying anything, and left the office.

Back in the ward, Wen Yu's medicine had been changed. Seeing Jiang Yuhe come in, he told him coquettishly, "Brother, I'm alright, I don't have to give me a five-minute limit today."

Lao He also praised Wen Yu's bravery.

Jiang Yuhe took his lips and said, "When you are done, let's go."

Coming out of the hospital, Jiang Yuhe had been thinking about something. He drove the car and stopped talking for a while before he embarrassedly said: "Boss, today is the winter solstice. I want to invite you and Xiaoyu to my house for dumplings. ."

Jiang Yuhe returned to his senses and frowned, "Who is Xiaoyu?"

"Me." Wen Yu turned back from the front row and smiled at Jiang Yuhe: "Uncle He always said that he didn't know how to call me, but I didn't remember what I was called, so I just chose a name, Xiaoyu."

After a pause, "How about Jiang Xiaoyu?"

In the latter sentence, Wen Yu deliberately tentatively tried, thinking that Jiang Yuhe would refuse, but he did not expect that after a few seconds of silence, he nodded:

"Ok."

...?

It’s good to say something like this to a person on your family tree?

I just talked casually, would you be sloppy?

Jiang Yuhe was so simple, but Wen Yu didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Seeing that Jiang Yuhe didn’t answer his question, He knew how he would come to his house for the holidays, so he took the initiative to say: "If the boss is not free, then it’s okay. I will bring Xiaoyu to eat and send her back. All right."

Jiang Yuhe looked out the window for a long while, then gently replied: "No, let's go together."

Wen Yu: "..."

Lao He's home is a simple two-bedroom house, although the place is small, the decoration is very warm. As soon as Wen Yu came in, she felt the kind of warmth that she had been longing for since she was a child, a kind of warmth called home.

Lao He's daughter is Yinyin, just twenty, slightly fat, cute and enthusiastic. As soon as Wen Yu walked in, she took the initiative to push her wheelchair.

"Are you sister Xiaoyu? Good sister!"

He looked up and saw Jiang Yuhe who was following him, his little mouth yelled again, "Hello, big brother!"

Sister He came out wearing an apron and screamed, and smiled at Jiang Yuhe: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, Yinyin is not big or small, don't be surprised, come sit inside."

Jiang Yuhe smiled rarely, "It doesn't matter."

Because of Jiang Yuhe's presence, the old couple was excited and apprehensive, serving tea, pouring water, and cutting fruit, for fear that even if the hospitality wasn't enough, this young master would be neglected.

Soon, the dumplings were on the table.

Lao He said, "I don't know what flavors you like. You have a little bit of everything. This is shrimp filling, vegetarian food, mushrooms and pork...What kind of filling do you like, boss?"

Jiang Yuhe: "Whatever."

Why did you put all the flavors into plates and put them on the table.

Wen Yu hasn't eaten this kind of homemade dumplings for a long time. The last time I ate it, it was New Year's Eve at You Xin's house one year. At that time, their family was full of warm fireworks like Lao He's.

And that New Year’s Eve, Wen Yi’an was in Canada to talk about business and made a video to Wen Yu to say a happy new year, baby.

I can't say that I don't love, but some love is warm, and I feel at ease in my hand.

Some are hollow and shatter with one grip.

The dumplings on the table are hot, the TV shows lively programs, and Yinyin is asking Jiang Yuhe about the gossip of the entertainment circle, why is he picking dumplings for his wife.

On this warm winter solstice night, Wen Yu suddenly began to believe what the old fortune-teller said in the night market.

After that night, she seemed to have lost everything, but she went on another wonderful journey and met these lovely and warm people.

Of course, Wen Yu thought secretly—except for the cold ice cube around him.

While eating, Yinyin pointed to the TV and said, "My favorite variety show has begun!"

Wen Yu casually followed and looked at it. It's okay if he didn't look, but he was fixed there when he saw.

The guest unexpectedly has Shen Mingjia...

The scumbag was wearing a decent suit, and the gentleman was singing on the stage.

If you didn't know who he was in private, Wen Yu might also be confused by the camera, thinking that this is a gentle and handsome male star.

Unfortunately he is not.

"Sister Xiaoyu, is the guy in the white suit handsome?" Yinyin pointed to the TV, "I have recently become a fan of idols, you don't even know how amazing he is!"

Wen Yu: "..."

Well, you don't know how amazing he is.

Wen Yu's heart was saying loudly—"Sister, don't! You can see clearly, this is a trash man!"

But on the face, he could only smile politely, "Really, I don't chase stars."

What else can she do? Tell her about being cheated by this scumbag, and explode yourself in front of Jiang Yuhe?

She is now holding the amnesia script. Once she misses her mouth, all her efforts will be lost.

Besides, it doesn't seem to be very good to give pointers to other idols at the first meeting.

Forget it, thinking of this, Wen Yu decided to talk less and do more.

She wanted to put some shrimp stuffing on the plate, but when she picked up the chopsticks, she found that there were only other stuffing on the plate.

I had no choice but to put the chopsticks down again in silence.

Jiang Yuhe asked Yinyin at this time: "Do you like Shen Mingjia very much?"

Yinyin smiled embarrassedly: "It's mainly because the sisters around me like him. I'm afraid the house collapses these days. Everyone wants to be a clean brother."

In this casual conversation, no one noticed that Jiang Yuhe naturally took the shrimp dumplings in his bowl to Wen Yu.

This sudden blow of warmth stunned Wen Yu.

What do you mean?

Ignoring who they were talking about again, Wen Yu stared at the dumplings in the bowl, full of question marks, until a lazy voice fell in his ears:

"Are you thinking about what poison I gave you?"

"...Of course not." Wen Yu smiled awkwardly and picked up the chopsticks, always feeling something strange.

At nine o'clock in the evening, after dinner, Lao He put on a big leather jacket and said to send Wen Yu downstairs, but Jiang Yuhe naturally put his hand on Wen Yu's wheelchair: "No, I'll come."

"Huh?" Wen Yu opened his eyes wide, and tried to stand up with his feet: "You—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yuhe pushed back: "Sit down."

"..."

The two did not communicate in the elevator. Wen Yu didn't know what kind of wind Jiang Yuhe was smoking. She trembled all the way and finally got to the car downstairs. She was about to go to the back seat consciously, but Jiang Yuhe suddenly lit a cigarette and lit it.

Then he leaned back against the back seat door.

Wen Yu also had to withdraw his hand to open the door and waited honestly.

After all, she knew the rules of riding in the same car with Jiang Yuhe, he had to sit in the back when he was driving, and he had to consciously go to the co-pilot when he was in the back.

The sound of wind and sand blowing in my ears, the street lamp is shabby but bright, and the man's face is clearly plated with a thin layer of light.

I don't know how long it has passed, Jiang Yuhe suddenly pinched a cigarette and said: "Call again to listen."

Wen Yu didn't react at first, and was stunned for two seconds before probing: "...brother?"

Jiang Yuhe looked down and smiled. This smile was very light, but there seemed to be a lot of emotions that Wen Yu couldn't understand.

The next second, the man raised his hand and opened the door of the front passenger:

"I will sit next to my brother from now on."