The First Emperor Said He Likes Me

Chapter nine

Saturday is a cloudy day.

Wen Yu was awake and there was a fog outside the window. When he packed up and went downstairs, there was already a light rain outside.

In the living room, Zhao Zheng was reading a newspaper on the sofa, and Wen Yu went downstairs to say hello: "Uncle Zhao good morning."

"Okay, go for breakfast." Zhao Zheng nodded and looked outside on a rainy day. "Don't go out today."

Wen Yu sat at the table drinking porridge, swallowing what was in his mouth, and said, "I'm going to read at home and I'm about to take an exam."

"So good?" Zhao Zheng looked over, "I'm afraid I'm going to play games behind my back."

Wen Yu grunted, made a grimace, and reached out and pinched a big bun to nibble. Today's is Sanxiankou, with a thin skin filling and a bite of fresh juice.

"Uncle buns are delicious, have you eaten them?" Wen Yu said vaguely.

"Eat." Zhao Zheng joined the newspaper and stood up. The housekeeper next to him took the coat and handed it over. Zhao Zheng took over and said, "If you are bored, you can ask a friend to come and play together, what makes him." Go for it. "He pointed to the housekeeper next to him.

The butler bent down.

Wen Yu wiped his hands, stood up and sent Zhao Zheng out, and waited for someone to leave. He returned to the dinner table and drank the remaining porridge.

When I came back to Gao Yang last time, I asked Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao said that this is his home. It is natural that he is the host to invite guests to play. Uncle Zhao said this, Wen Yu is very warm in his heart, but he will not be big I really treat this place as my home.

But Wen Yu didn't expect that Uncle Zhao would take the initiative to mention this matter today. It must have been that he hadn't brought his friends to play with him after he finished speaking, for fear that he would be embarrassed.

I immediately called Gao Yang on the phone and asked if I would come over to play. The butler was watching, whispering: "Master, you can send a Mongolian-um, the driver went to pick it up."

Wen Yu said smoothly, Gao Yang said on the phone: "That dare to have a good relationship, but the boss and the second son also want to play."

"Come here together." Wen Yu said.

The butler heard the arrangement to pick up the car, and Wen Yu called the driver, Meng Jiang, stunned and said, "No, I am not used to cell phones, I don't have that stuff."

This time it was Wenyu's turn to be stunned. He couldn't help but look seriously at Mongolian General. His age was not very big. His appearance of 27-eighths, tall, thick, brows, and big eyes was traditionally manly. Too.

"Master, you can rest assured, you will be sure-he will take the person properly." The butler wiped the sweat on his forehead without looking for traces, and almost said the leak.

Wenyu didn't force him anymore, and nodded, "Then it will be troublesome."

He found that he had a strange expression on his face after he finished speaking, and couldn't help saying: "What's wrong? Don't you call this name?"

"It can be called as well." Meng Jiang nodded blankly, and got into the car directly.

The housekeeper said, "Master, it's cold outside. Let's go back first."

Wen Yu was suspicious, but couldn't figure out what was wrong, and nodded and returned to the villa. Three hours later, the dormitory arrived. Gao Yang carried a bag of fruits. Wen Yu smiled at first glance and said, "I still have gifts at home. Is this definitely the boss's idea?"

"Hahaha, you know it's done. I bought it from brothers and couples." Gao Yang handed the fruit to Wenyu. The butler took it one step at a time. Wenyu held the umbrella and said, "Go ahead and say, you eat Has it passed? "

"I just gnawed a couple of cakes at the door, and the driver arrived. It was like a pinch, and the car was finished." Gao Yang said.

The elder brother and the elder brother were a bit handicapped today. When they entered the living room and the housekeeper left, the elder brother sighed: "Alas, it's all because of poverty that restrained my imagination."

Gao Yang nodded beside him and was thrown an orange by the second child.

The four-person dormitory, Gao Yang's family is the richest, but the temper is also the best. The boss's EQ will come, and the second child will learn from the bully. Gao Yang and Wen Yu will not be slippery. However, Gao Yang is extroverted and can make friends with friends everywhere.

Gao Yang took the orange and laughed, grabbed the orange peel and ate it, and said, "Let's play a game." The purpose is clear.

Wen Yu also tickled his hands, led the three people upstairs and went straight to the game room, saying that it was easy to learn. After the game was opened, they were all left behind, and they played with the three people in darkness, until the housekeeper called it lunch.

At a glance the time was running out, Wen Yu stretched his waist and said, "It's all unconsciously."

Gao Yang was still not satisfied, and said, "Come on after eating."

After lunch, there was fruit and hot tea. After the meal, I had a meeting. After seeing the sky was dark outside, the boss offered to go back.

"It's really happy today." Gao Yang is no longer obsessed with it, and has overwhelmed the game.

Wen Yu also felt cool, but thought Uncle Zhao was coming back soon. Uncle Zhao liked quietness and was unpleasant, so he didn't keep three people, saying, "Go on another day, I will let Mongolia send you back."

"Mongolian? That driver's name? It's pretty good," Gao Yang said.

As soon as they were sent off, Zhao Zheng came back by car. Wen Yu was facing him. When he saw the driver, he looked at him seriously. Zhao Zheng got out of the car and supported Wen Yu. He asked, "What do you see?"

"This driver's uncle looks like Mongolian." Wen Yu glanced at him again, about 40 years old, and both had strong eyebrows.

Zhao Zheng quickly responded to who was the "Mongolian General" in Wen Yu's mouth, nodded, and said, "It's a brother, so go back and say."

At the dinner table, Wen Yu talked about inviting friends to play today. Later, the topic came to the chicken eating game. Speaking of interest, Zhao Zhengshun handed a small bun to Wen Yu. Wen Yu chewed the bun and said: "One Will we two come together? "

"Okay." Zhao Zheng patted Yu Yu's head, "Now eat well."

"Oh, Uncle Zhao, don't touch my head all the time, it's not a child anymore." Wen Yu grumbled.

Zhao Zheng smiled and pointed to Wen Yu's swollen cheek, "Isn't this a kid?"

As soon as it arrived in early December, Beijing began to snow and fell to a thick layer. Wen Yu was wearing a thick down jacket and carrying a schoolbag to the reading hall. Recently, at the end of the semester, he was busy reviewing his homework, that is, Internet addiction teenager Gao Yang no longer clamored to play games, but concentrated on going to the reading hall with his second son to embrace temporary Buddhism.

Wenyu is no exception, and he intends to borrow two reference books for writing papers.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the reading hall, he heard someone calling him behind, his voice was squeamish, and he knew it was Ji Tiantian without looking back. During this time, he did not know what happened to Ji Tiantian.

Just to return to Xiangshan's last life.

Wen Yu wanted to pass by long ago, he didn't remember it, and he didn't want to have anything to do with Ji Tiantian anymore. Naturally, he wouldn't agree. After refusing it twice, he didn't expect Ji Tiantian to give up.

He stepped up.

The sound of running behind, and Ji Tiantian raised his voice and shouted: "Wen Yu, I'll call you."

The students looked sideways at Wenyu, and Wenyu had to stop, but then heard back and said, "What a coincidence, it's you." The tone was very cold.

Ji Tiantian bit her lower lip, and when she did n’t hear the perfunctory words in Wen Yu ’s voice, she said, “Did you hurt you last time, and you hated me?” With water vapor in your eyes, it seemed that Wen Yu dare to say Yes, the sweet season will cry out in the next second.

Wen Yu was standing still without knowing Ji Tiantian's brain circuit. He paused and said seriously, "I don't hate you--"

Ji Tiantian's eyes lit up, and she was about to continue. He heard Wen Yu said: "I don't like you either. You are a stranger to me. Well, I have to borrow a book and go first."

Wen Yu didn't find it himself. He just spoke a little bit like Zhao Zheng.

Ji Tiantian was standing in the same place, his eyes were unbelievable, he bit his lip, and was unwilling to fill his heart, thinking of Uncle Wenyu's rumors, luxury car transfers, and butlers, Beijing Manor seemed to be a villa ...

She never missed what she wanted since childhood, and Wenyu will not be an exception, there will always be a way.

Wen Yu told Ji Tiantian that he wouldn't think about Ji Tiantian after the Qing Dynasty. After borrowing the book, as soon as he saw the time on his cell phone, Mongolian might be approaching. He hurried to the door and saw a familiar car.

"I just borrowed two books, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time." Wen Yu took the drive.

The driver said: "Only."

"Mongolian is really like your uncle, and your speech is very brief, but now your uncle will say two more words than before." Wen Yu said with a smile, he thought it would be the same as before, and Mongolian would not respond. Nodded and said, "Since the young master has come, the husband is really feeling better."

Wen Yu heard that there was a pride in her heart.

Going home to eat, the game time is now the time to read the book. The floor lamp beside was on, Wen Yu was sitting on the sofa with the book cross-legged, and after a while it seemed to be boneless, tilting his head to Uncle Zhao's shoulder.

Zhao Zheng was swept across his jaw by Wen Yu's curly hair. His eyes moved slightly to Wen Yu's face, and his cold expression softened a bit.

After reviewing this for more than half a month, Wen Yu's foot injury was all right. He moved back and said Uncle Zhao's eyes, he smiled and said, "I'm just polite, I'm going to take the exam soon. I have to go home during the winter vacation, and I will rely on my uncle during this time. "

Wen Yu finished putting down his handwriting and began to eat supper, but did not see how ugly Zhao Zheng's face was now.

polite. It seems that Wenyu still didn't regard this as a real home.

Zhao Zheng looked at the happy curly-headed man who ate, and his voice was low: "Are you going home in winter vacation?"

"Yeah, I didn't go back to National Day this year. My parents and younger brother went out to play. They will stay at home during the New Year." Wen Yu said vaguely with Xiao Yuanzi.

Zhao Zheng's eyes were cold, but he didn't continue.

Wen Yu holding the bowl, turned his head to gather in front of Zhao Zheng, and said with a smile: "Uncle, do you want to take a bite? The particularly delicious osmanthus mouth is not very sweet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his uncle Zhao picked up the spoon and scooped it into his mouth. His eyes widened.

"Uncle, this is my spoon."

His saliva still stained it.

"You are disgusted?" Zhao Zheng's voice was cold.

Wen Yu shook his head quickly. How could he betray Uncle Zhao? Isn't that why Uncle Zhao was betrayed him?

The author has something to say:

Things that are identified will be unscrupulous.

I ate it again in the evening, and it was really not suitable for weight loss in winter, just not fat ._ (: з ゝ ∠) _

Good night.