Vol 4 Chapter 15: Love outside the fanzi

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On Wen's private jet, the regiment stared at the white clouds outside and suddenly turned around and asked Wen Pintang.
"Uncle, why did Ozawa leave?"
The man on the opposite side was nearly sixty years old, but he was still aristocratic, and years later precipitated a more pure temperament on him. If you do n’t know, you will think that you are a reclusive man.
Wen Pintang was looking at the documents, and when she heard the words of the regiment, he smiled at her: "Uncle thought you would not ask this question."
You've only been asking for four years ...
"Because I'll see him soon," the regiment said solemnly, "know yourself."
Ugh! Wen Pintang sighed silently, how did this girl grow up like this.
Tuanzi looked at his eyes and knew that he was stunning. In recent years, everyone used this kind of eyes to look at her, and she was used to it.
"I don't know!" Wen Pintang rubbed her head. "A lot of things are interesting to understand and discover by yourself." The girl who saw the other side frowned, and said, "Tuanzi can think of this as One mission. "
"task?"
"Yes," said Wen Pintang. "What happened four years ago, let Ozawa leave you. It's up to you to discover this secret!"
Duanzi suddenly had a fighting spirit, shook his fist and said, "I see!" Then he continued to look out the window.
After a while, Wen Pintang did not hold back and asked again.
"Tuanzi, when are you going to marry your uncle's house?"
He felt that there was still a spectrum first, so that he could reassure himself as a kid.
"Well, wasn't this what you decided?" Tuanzi looked like you asked me.
Wen Pintang smiled: "Oh, yeah yeah!"
Son, you have a long way to go, take care of yourself ...
Late at night, the library is brightly lit. This is the world's number one institution. Presidents and politicians from many countries go out here. Even this library is at the top of the world's architectural rankings.
On the seat near the window, an oriental man was looking outside with his cheeks up.
"very handsome!"
"Yeah yeah!!"
Talks from time to time came around, and whenever a girl walked by, she would look like a idiot and stare at a man for a long time.
As soon as Eliza came in, her eyes fell on the man, and by the way, she stared at the girls around him. Everyone saw her bow her head and dodged, and no one wanted to be followed by this young lady. Then someone was not afraid of trouble, and a brown-haired beauty walked into the door.
"No wonder everyone is gone. It turns out you are here."
Eliza hurriedly glared back: "Sila, don't think I'm afraid of you. If it weren't because your dad was in Parliament, I would have kicked you out of school."
"Hehehe!" The girl named Sheila smiled. "Alyssa, don't laugh at fifty paces, you can stand here and make a wild decision, because of your own ability? I came by the ability, you What? It's just because you have a dad who is a general, otherwise you won't be able to take an IQ to an ordinary university. "
Seeing that the two girls were about to fight, the man by the window moved. He walked straight to the door without looking at Eliza and Sheila.
"Master Wen!" Eliza stopped him.
Wen Zeyu turned around: "Is there something wrong?"
The handsome facial features became more and more dazzling under the light, and the narrow narrow phoenix eyes seemed to be a moonlight, and between the eyes, the ground was broken. After growing up, Wen Zeyu has the charm of the country, inheriting the noble and elegant temperament of Wen Pintang, but his eyes are like mother, beautiful and flamboyant.
"Morning ceremony next week, can you be my dance partner?" Eliza walked over and stared at the man.
At the opening ceremony, she was fascinated by Wen Zeyu for the first time. When he knew that his identity and background were enough to match himself, he pursued it. Unfortunately, there was no progress for more than a year.
However, as long as there is no woman around Wen Zeyu, she will slowly guard him until this man belongs to him!
"Oh!" Sheila amused, "Idiot."
Elisa gritted her teeth. She didn't want to quarrel with this woman in front of Wen Zeyu. Her purpose today is to make Wen Zeyu her dance partner.
"Master Wen, can you?"
Wen Zeyu turned and left: "No."
For a moment, Eliza didn't respond. When Wen Zeyu went out, she was anxious to chase, but was stopped by Sheila.
"What are you doing? Get out."
Sheila shook her head: "Senior Wen has rejected you. Do you think he will change his mind after catching up?"
Thinking of Wen Zeyu's usual life, Eliza was sad and angry, and pushed Shira away severely: "Whatever you are proud of, he won't be your dance partner even if he refuses me."
At this point, Wen Zeyu had arrived at the school gate, and the Wen family members opened the car door: "Master, the master will be here in one hour."
"Well, go to the airport."
It was almost midnight when the plane landed, and the temperature difference in the rice country was large. Even in early summer, the night wind was chilly.
"Tuanzi, put on your windbreaker!"
"Thank you Uncle." Tuanzi obediently put on his clothes, and slowly took Wen Pintang's hand off the plane.
A Maybach stopped below, and the dim light stretched the figure, and the regiment watched the man approach him.
"Guanzi, it's been a long time ..."
Wen Zeyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of red wine. The sound of water in the bathroom made his heart somewhat uncontrollable.
Four years later, he finally felt that the girl was beside him. Although the news has never been broken, every day, the men will report the regimental schedule to him, and they will receive photos of the little girl every day. Morning runners, eaters, dazes, and ... stupid ones!
But at this moment, he felt that his daughter-in-law was back.
"Ozawa." Tuanzi came out in pajamas.
Wen Zeyu's soft eyes fell on her dripping hair: "Come here!"
Like the dumplings at the Wen family, Wen Zeyu wipes her hair every time she takes a shower. Now they have all changed their looks in the mirror, but some things will never change.
"The dresses are all ready, and I will take you to try it tomorrow." Wen Zeyu's hand passed through the girl's hair, and she couldn't help putting it on her lips.
The dumpling leaned back on him: "We haven't seen each other in four years!"
The original wide pajamas crookedly exposed half of the shoulders. From the direction of Wen Zeyu, the two white hemispheres loomed. He coughed, wrapped the dumpling's hair, and sat next to her.
"do you miss me?"
The dumpling tilted his head slightly and looked at Wen Zeyu's eyes that were even more beautiful than himself, only to realize that he always followed his own small tail and was already a big man.
"You look so good." Tuanzi praised him. The important thing is that she could see the color on Wen Zeyu's body, just like when she was a kid, when she looked at herself, it was all red.
Wen Zeyu rubbed her head and gave a low laugh: "The dumplings are also beautiful, just as good as a child!"
Tuanzi habitually pulled him to bed: "Are you sleepy? I have jet lag and can't sleep."
"I accompany you." Wen Zeyu quilted her. "Wait for me."
Two people are like husband and wife who have lived for many years. They don't need to talk to know each other's meaning. As if four separate years never appeared, everything was like a child.
After Wen Zeyu took a shower, the dumpling was leaning on the bed and looking at the tablet. He naturally opened the quilt and lay in. "What are you looking at?"
"Look at the list of rituals." The group pointed at the photo above. "The two girls belong to your school."
The two girls in the photo are Eliza and Sheila that Wen Zeyu met earlier. He glanced casually: "Yellow-haired, admiral's only daughter. Brown-haired, her father is a representative of the Conservative Party and has recently been in contact with the Wen family."
"Well ..." The dumpling frowned, not knowing where to press, and details of Eliza and Sheila appeared. She blinked when she saw a note from Eliza.
Wen Zeyu's turn frowned: "What net is this?"
"Uncle Xiao's personal database." Tuanzi glanced at him. "Alyssa likes you." Her hand nodded on the tablet.
Wen Zeyu was a little angry, so why was the little four so clear about his side. After another thought, I was relieved, and I sent someone to follow the regiment every day! Wen Zeyu is fully convinced that if he dares to show any kind of favor to any woman, Jiang Rui can pick his skin, and then he will never want to see the dumpling again.
"She often harassed me." Wen Zeyu said without hesitation, which is also true anyway.
Tuanzi snorted and continued to look at other people's information.
When Wen Zeyu looked at her like that, she knew that she was not at all serious, and her heart was awkward, but she still held her hand calmly and said: "Don't worry about the ball, there is me."
"I know." Tuanzi said with his eyes still staring at the tablet.
Jiang Rui once told her not to give hope to anyone, to control everything by yourself.
Wen Zeyu pursed his lips and continued a high-cold look: "You haven't said you missed me in recent years, eh?"
"Think." Tuanzi nodded and looked at him sideways. "You ..."
"What's wrong?" Wen Zeyu was calm on the surface, but shouted in his heart: Ask, you ask quickly, why do I want to leave!
Who knew the dumpling blinked, "Forget it, it's okay!" And then bowed his head.
Thinking of Wen Pintang's words, she decided to discover the truth herself. And she didn't think how serious the incident was, because Wen Zeyu hadn't changed. Since it hasn't changed, maybe the reason why he left four years ago was to come to school!
"Sleep!" Wen Zeyu frustrated and took away the tablet in her hand.
The dumplings were silent, as they were when they were young, they were lying side by side in bed.
Wen Zeyu looked at the little girl who closed her eyes and was really going to sleep, and began to sigh again. He knew that the regiment could see some messages on him, but did not feel anything before, but now he complained.
How can this force the little girl to admit that she likes herself? No matter what he did, the regiment only needed to look at him to know what was going on ...
The regiment beside did not know the man's tangles at this moment, and soon his breathing calmed down. When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly said something.
"It's better to sleep with your hands."