Chapter 113:

It was like having a sweet dream. For a moment, Xiao Wanqing grabbed Lin Xian's hand and walked side by side in the long night with a faint street lamp, thinking that everything can really start again, and people like her who are not cared for are also really possible to be able to restart Embrace happiness.
After all, it is a dream. It is a dream, there will be a moment to wake up.
After dinner, Xiao Xuanqing and Lin Xian watched TV together in the living room. Lin Xian, like a kitten, nested in a ball on the sofa and put his head intimately on Xiao Tuanqing's thigh. She looked up at Xiao Wanqing, raised her hands, and used her index finger and thumb to draw a picture frame. Her eyebrows sighed and said: "Xiao Xiaoyun, you look really beautiful. Everyone says that the angle of looking up like this It’s the ugliest point of view. Why are you still so beautiful, causing people’s hearts to thump.
In the last sentence, she exaggeratedly said that little girls are generally charming, and Xiao Xiaoqing could not help but laugh.
Xiao Yuanqing raised his hand and flicked Lin Xianguangjie's forehead lightly. He smiled and said: "It may not be that I look beautiful, but you say it beautifully."
Lin Xian pretended to be painful, "Ouch", immediately reached out and grabbed Xiao Wanqing's bad finger. She pulled it down and put it on her lips, biting it between her lips and teeth, and said with a smirk: "I will be punished for bullying me."
Xiao Yuanqing watched the girl lying on her lap, his eyes twitching inadvertently, feeling the warmth of his fingertips, his ears were instantly hot, and his heartbeat accelerated. Her throat twitched, and Zuoruo quickly pulled her finger from the girl's lips and teeth, pretending to be serious: "Envy, there are bacteria on her hands."
Lin Xian licked her lips and looked at Xiao Wanqing's inexplicably coy and cute look, her heart itchy. She leaned over her face, pressed Xiao Wanqing's hand, buried her face between Xiao Wanqing's lower abdomen, rubbing Xiao Yunqing's tight abdomen with the tip of her nose playfully across the clothing, and tentatively asked her: "Xiao Xiaoyun, you Is there any other nickname?" I really want to call her Xiao Panpan, a name that is unique to her and is as lovely as hers. But she was afraid, and calling the name rashly would evoke Aunt Xiao's memories about her parents.
The thin clothing was lifted a little under the girl's movements. The girl's warm breath when she talked hit her skin, plus her unconscious rubbing movements, Xiao Xiaoqing felt that Zhou Wenqing's body temperature began to rise. She unconsciously moved her body and stepped back a little. Unexpectedly, she asked Lin Xian: "Why did you ask this suddenly?" She scratched Lin Xian's nose: "You always called it Xiao Ming."
Lin Xian pursed her lips and turned her head. Wu Liangliang's big eyes looked directly at Xiao Wanqing and coquettishly said: "Other things, are there any? Do you think about it seriously."
Xiao Wanqing heard the words, but really thought back carefully. The next second, she seemed to think of something, and there was a little shy smile on her lips. In fact, occasionally, her mother would habitually call her another nickname once or twice. But what he really called himself when he was a nickname, really...the existence of black history.
In front of the sweetheart, in order to protect her image, she lied lamely: "It's gone, I can't remember it." With a light smile in her eyes, she honestly betrayed her.
Lin Xian suddenly refused to be indifferent, smiled slyly and poked Xiao Wanqing's waist and limb: "Really? How do I think you didn't seem to be telling the truth?" She was relieved in her heart, Xiao Yunqing obviously remembered it, but she didn't have it in her eyes. She was afraid of seeing melancholy. At least this little name should not be the restricted area in Aunt Xiao's heart? Or maybe Aunt Xiao has been able to face the memories of her parents a little bit?
They are still playing, and Xiao Yuanqing's mobile phone placed on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.
"Envy, no more trouble, I will answer the phone." Xiao Wanqing softly begged for mercy, Lin Xian stopped wisely.
Xiao Yunqing leaned forward slightly and picked up the phone from the coffee table. The phone showed "Wen Tong" on the screen.
She speculated that Wen Tong might have called to care whether her gastroenteritis was better. With a faint smile, Xiao Yunqing's lips twitched the connect button in one hand and rested on the top of Lin Xian's head with one hand, naturally rubbing Lin Xian's Wufa.
Unexpectedly, to her surprise, Wen Tong seriously called her low voice at the moment when the phone was connected: "Xiao."
Xiao Wanqing's expression was awkward, and the smile on his lips was slightly condensed, and he lifted it. Wen Tong rarely calls her in such a decent manner. Every time she calls her in this way, it means that there should be some serious business to talk about.
"It's me, what's wrong?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Xiao Wanqing was beautiful, waiting patiently and quietly.
"Are you...with Lin Xian?" After a moment, Wen Tong whispered again, and no emotion could be heard in his voice.
Xiao Wanqing's movement of rubbing Lin Xian's hair suddenly stopped, and his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, because he was too surprised and nervous and didn't respond.
She wanted to tell Wen Tong, but she never thought that she would be discovered and questioned by Wen Tong so unexpectedly. But soon, she glanced at Lin Xian with curiosity and calmed down.
She moved her body, motioned Lin Xian down, Lin Xian sat up cleverly.
Xiao Yuanqing stood up and walked quickly outside the balcony. She stared at the dark night sky, bit her lip, and breathed a little harder, and answered Wen Tong seriously: "Yes. Wen Tong, I am with Lin Xian together."
The next second, as she expected, Wen Tong suddenly turned up the volume, with obvious anger and disbelief, and reprimanded her, "Xiao Wanqing, are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing?"
Obviously, he was well prepared, but at the moment when Wen Tong's rare and severe words really came, ringing in his ears and bursting into his heart, Xiao Yunqing still felt that it hurt.
She choked her throat hard, pressed down the pain and sourness in her heart, and calmly asked her, "Wen Tong, how do you know?"
The moment Wen Tong heard Xiao Wanqing's affirmative answer, his mind was buzzing. The last luck left in her heart after receiving a call from Yan Jia was also broken...
When I received a call from Yan Jia, Wen Tong had just been busy with the job at hand and was thinking about calling Xiao Wanqing to care about her gastroenteritis. If it was not good, she was going to drive to accompany her and go to the hospital to see . However, as soon as she touched the phone, the phone rang in time.
Is a string of strange numbers.
Since joining Startime, her interpersonal network needs to be re-opened, so she only calls someone she knows in the job that she hasn't had time to save the call, and took it up without hesitation, politely said: " Hello."
"Wen Tong, it's me, Yan Jia." The end of the phone reported that she hadn't heard the name in a long time.
Wen Tong's face sank in an instant.
Her acquaintance with Yan Jia is more due to the existence of the middleman Xiao Wanqing. When Yan Jia and Xiao Wanqing just broke up, Wen Tong felt distressed about Xiao Wanqing and wanted to try to recover, secretly meeting with Yan Jia. After she talked, she really saw Yan Jia's selfishness and cruelty towards Xiao Wanqing. She couldn't hold back her anger and splashed Yan Jia's face. Yan Jia felt ashamed and left without a counterattack.
The city of Anjiang is so big, the circles always overlap, and the two did not deliberately avoid it. They had met by coincidence in earlier years. But privately, since then, although the social account still exists, the two have never been in contact again.
Receiving a call from Yan Jia again, Wen Tong was a little surprised. Her thoughts diverged, and she was even thinking that Yan Jia had a second child and was considered to be the task she had said in her mouth? So, did she dare to think...?
Unexpectedly, Yan Jia asked her: "Huanqing is with a little girl? Wen Tong, you are by her side, why don't you persuade her? The child is okay, some of them are time and energy, and they are fooling around. It’s different, but it’s different..."
Wen Tong exploded in a sudden. What is Yan Jia talking about? For a time, her heart beat like thunder, and a bad conjecture gradually appeared in her mind.
But no matter what, she calmed down first, and reciprocated Yan Jia with a cold tone: "Stop, Yan Jia. Not to mention whether Xiao is with the little girl. Is it related to you? What do you have? The position is here to inquire and blame me? Who can Xiao be with, can you control it?"
Yan Jia grasped the window frame with her fingers and her knuckles were white. She was dumbly questioned by Wen Tong and her eyes turned red: "I just care about her, I don't want her to be hurt anymore."
"That's how you care about calling me in a hurry, lest others don't know that Xiao has a new relationship that may not be accepted as a blessing? How do you know that I am still close to Xiao? You know that Xiao wants me to know This matter? If I had fallen out with Xiao, you are now hurting her!"
At the end of the phone, there was a sudden cry of the baby crying, a man's impatient shouts, footsteps, and Yan Jiaxiang picked up the child and whispered.
In a mess, Wen Tong became more and more irritable. Her tone became colder and more anxious: "Yan Jia, Xiao can't stand your concern. How is she? It has no relationship with you. You take care of yourself, take care of your mouth, and feed your children, Don’t disturb others.
She said, she simply hung up the phone.
But after hanging up the phone, she slumped on the sofa for a long time.
For so many years, Yan Jia has been as quiet as a chicken, and suddenly contacting her in such a hurry cannot be for no reason. What kind of little girl can there be next to Xiao Wanqing?
Suddenly a blue and bright face flashed in her mind, and the one that had been forgotten by her for a long time and now she remembered it-a sense of threat.
Wen Tongxin suddenly made a chuckle and felt cold all over.
The long-term expectation really fell through. She clearly heard the cruel voice of her heart broken into pieces, but Ling was too long. At this moment of real death, the pain was a little numb, so numb that she could think clearly.
Panic, chaos, anxiety, and fear.
Xiao Wanqing, is it crazy? !
Even if it is not her, even if it is someone else, as long as Xiao Wanqing really can live well, she is willing to accept it with determination and return to her position as a good friend. But how could it be Lin Xian? ! Does she know what this means? !
Wen Tong's deep eyes became more and more gloomy, his eyebrows tightened tightly.
She answered Xiao Yunqing: "Yan Jia called to ask me."
Xiao Wanqing's expression was cold, and a dark fire rose in his heart. She took a deep breath and apologized to Wen Tong: "I'm sorry, I didn't want to hide your meaning, but also told you when I was eating with you in two days. I didn't expect it, but let you go from other populations Learned about this."
Wen Tong worked hard to adjust his uncontrollable bad tone caused by the rush of anxiety, disappointment, pain, and worry. He tried to calm his voice and met Xiao Xiaoqing: "You Can I come out now? I think we need to talk about it in person."
"Okay." Xiao Wanqing's eyes were dark, and she quietly promised her.
She hung up the phone and returned to the living room. Lin Xianzheng moved out of the small sofa stool and cut the mango in front of the sofa. Seeing Xiao Wanqing coming in, the girl turned her head and raised her eyebrows with joy: "Xiao Xiaoyun, I taught me how to peel mangoes before trying you." She pushed the glass basin beside her and greeted: "I will help you After peeling the grapes, you eat this first, and you will eat mango later."
The heartfelt smile of the previous playfulness has long disappeared on Xiao Wanqing's face. She looked at the girl's bright smile, and there were light and dark waves in her eyes.
She stood behind Lin Xian, stooped her arms without a word, stretched her arms around Lin Xian, and put her face on the girl’s thin shoulder, feeling Lin Xian’s reassuring and affectionate body temperature and her satisfaction. The sense of fullness and fullness in my eyes flashed through the repressed grievances and pains.
Lin Xian was sensitive to Xiao Wanqing's emotions. She stopped her movements and asked her in a warm voice: "What's wrong? Did Aunt Wen say anything?"
Xiao Wanqing shook her head gently on her body and said softly, "Nothing, just a little thing. I'm going out to meet her now."
Lin Xian leaned over slightly and asked her anxiously: "Can I go together?"
Xiao Wan Qingming eyes looked at her deeply, tenderness like water. With a little appeasement, she leaned forward and took a sip on Lin Xian's slightly opened lips: "Not very convenient."
In the end, she did not eat the grapes and mangoes Lin Xian peeled for her, but just hugged Lin Xian again, took the car key and turned to go out.
"Wait for me to come back." This time, she said to Lin Xian in exchange.
The author has something to say: Aunt Wen is falling in love and crying.
Shi Jinglan raised his eyes: Come here.
The above is purely fictitious. 2333 may say the opposite.