A gentle and dignified woman, who is as long as she is longing, her good wife enters a dream and is trapped in prison.

The first sentence says that Wen Sijia is a dignified and gentle woman;

The second sentence is that the teacher thinks Wen Sijia is perfect and hopes that she can become more perfect is a blessing.

The third sentence is that the teacher is born at the wrong time. If he is twenty years younger, he really wants to marry a wife like Wen Sijia.

The fourth sentence says that the teacher is now trapped in a cage. Although he knows that this relationship is impossible, he still cannot escape easily.

When Wen Sijia said this, she observed Yang Mu's expression.

Sure enough, he was about to be so angry that his face was trembling.

Wen Sijia's originally bad mood was cured and she felt happy.

It was only at this time that Wen Sijia noticed that Yang Mu had not been out for a long time, so why did he feel much stronger again? He is twenty-two years old, and he must have passed the age of rapid development and body development, right?

It seems that my height is a little taller, is it an illusion?

Whether it is an illusion or not, what Wen Si Canon confirmed is that this kid is more handsome than before, with a more manly and a more masculine atmosphere!

In view of his handsomeness, Wen Sijia decided to explain, so she said coldly:

"The teacher's poem does express my admiration for me. I was surprised when I said it two days ago. But I also admire the teacher very much. After all, not everyone has the courage to tell the truth. Isn't a perfect woman like me worthy of being loved by everyone?"

Yang Mu was speechless, and he didn't expect that Wen Sijia could be so arrogant.

I looked over and looked at it, and it was indeed like a little rooster, raising my head high and firming my chest.

Haha, is this a show for yourself?

Yang Mu became more relaxed, of course, Wen Sijia couldn't blame him for this, after all, she couldn't stop others from liked her.

Yang Mu stood up and walked towards Wen Sijia.

Wen Sijia stood up behind the desk and looked at Yang Mu with a cautious look on his face.

Yang Mu bypassed Wen Sijia and finally forced her to the corner.

"Yang Mu! What are you going to do?"

Wen Sijia's righteous words were still so imposing.

If it were ordinary people, they might be scared away.

Wen Sijia was also feeling Yang Mu's aura. He seemed to have really grown taller, at least one centimeter!

This centimeter is not obvious, Wen Sijia can feel it. This is her intuition as a woman and her expression of her attention to Yang Mu.

Yang Mu raised his hand and inhaleted a puff of cigarette, then took a step forward, and completely pressed Wen Sijia against the corner of the wall.

"You cough cough!"

Wen Sijia angrily said the word "you", and Yang Mu vomited out the smoke from his mouth, forming a smoke ring on Wen Sijia's face, causing her to cough continuously.

"Yang Mu! What kind of woman do you think I am? Can you make you tease like this? Is this fun? Do you think you are cool, right? Let me tell you, you are so naive that I want to vomit!"

Wen Sijia was really angry and her words were already very unpleasant.

Yang Mu was unmoved at all. Wen Sijia was very good, much cuteer than when she was cold before.

After throwing the cigarette out the window, Yang Mu took Wen Sijia's hand and walked out. When he walked, he took down the calligraphy and painting and clamped it on his arm.

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

"Don't use the power of the raw stone. I haven't responded for a while after I was injured. If you open the wound for me, you will feel sorry for me."

"That's the only thing that makes you feel sorry for you"

Wen Sijia was so angry that she heard Yang Mu say he was injured and was distracted again.

But at this moment, she couldn't say something to care about.

All the way, Yang Mu led to a residential area, where the houses here were lived by people related to Wen Sijia.

"Tell me, where does Zhao Wendeng live?"

"What are you going to do? Is a calligraphy and painting about it?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that stingy. Can't you see that I'm here to come to him this time."

"Ah? You don't know him either, why are you looking for him?"

“There are some things to confirm.”

"Tell me what the hell, otherwise I won't tell you where he lives."

"Wife, if you are not afraid of trouble, I can go to Xu Yan and tell you that I must meet Zhao Wendeng tonight."

Wen Sijia walked outside, blew a little night breeze, and calmed down a lot.

Yang Mu came back for Teacher Zhao? This must be related to himself, but why?

OK, then go and see what he is doing.

The main reason is that Wen Sijia also knew that he could not stop Yang Mu.

So she cleverly compromised. After a while, the two of them had already entered Zhao Wendeng's home. This was actually a separate house with a double-story building and a yard.

"Wife, you are so nice to the teacher."

"The teacher is the father, of course I will respect Teacher Zhao!"

Wen Sijia became even more calm and was unwilling to show deepening conflicts with Yang Mu in front of the teacher.

Yang Mu stood up and looked left and right in the room. He walked upstairs and downstairs, which made Zhao Wendeng feel a little uneasy.

He looks like a scholar and looks harmless.

With black-edged eyes, he was very gentle.

After Yang Mu turned from the roof to the living room downstairs, he smiled a little shyly:

"Thanks to the Tyrant and Sijia for taking care of me. I am a useless scholar. I don't know that the Tyrant will come today. I'm really at a loss."

"Teacher, you are my wife's teacher, that is, my teacher, I should respect you."

"No, the tyrant is a big shot. I can only get Sijia's help in this doomsday because of some opportunities."

"You still know this? Humph! It seems quite polite and looks like a human being, but why are you disrespectful to me? Why do you write this poem for my wife?"

Yang Mu threw the poems and paintings at Zhao Wendeng as he spoke.

Zhao Wendeng's face turned pale. He had actually seen the painting Yang Mu had been holding for a long time and knew that he was here to make trouble.

"Don't misunderstand me, I have been in love with Sijia for many years. I cannot deny it. My relationship with her has deteriorated recently, but it comes from affection and rituals."

"Go to you Mad!"

Yang Mu kicked Zhao Wendeng seven times and kept kicking him, which made him unable to get up. He covered the part between his legs. Yang Mu only kicked him there, but he tried very hard.

Wen Sijia was stunned for a moment before reacting and hurried over to push Yang Mu away.

"What are you doing? Is it okay to tell me some truth?"

After scolding Yang Mu, Wen Sijia was about to check Zhao Wendeng's injuries, but Yang Mu was pulled and hugged him in his arms.

"Don't pull me and see if you're going to break the person. Why are you so impulsive?"

Wen Sijia tried her best to control the peace of his tone.

She knew that Yang Mu was jealous and thought that Yang Mu was a bit too much, but she also knew that she could not show any concern for Teacher Zhao too much.

This kind of performance is more beneficial to Teacher Zhao, and it is also Wen Sijia’s true thoughts in her heart.

After all, she was unwilling to show too much emotion to other men in front of Yang Mu, even if Zhao Wendeng was her respected teacher.

Yang Mu looked at Wen Sijia. Although she criticized herself, her tone was not very heavy. She was indeed a woman who knew how to advance and retreat.

With a smile, Yang Mu said:

"It comes from affection and ends from courtesy? I can't help but want to vomit when I hear the first four words. You are the friendship between teachers and students. He comes from affection with you? Is shameless? Can this kind of love be expressed?"

"Yes, yes, but don't hit people, after all, he is a good teacher to me!"

Yang Mu took Wen Sijia's hand, then went over and kicked Zhao Wendeng and said:

"Get up and go upstairs!"

Zhao Wendeng's lower body was still hurt by Yang Mu, but he was a little scared at this time and dared not to get up.

He could only stand up staggeringly, and at Yang Mu's urging, he went to the study room on the second floor.

Yang Mu had just walked around the study, and at this time there were a bunch of notebooks on the table in the study.

Yang Mu pointed to the notebook and said to Wen Sijia:

"Come and take a look!"

Wen Sijia had never been to Zhao Wendeng's study. She knew that the teacher was a man who lived alone for a long time, so she deliberately did not get very close to him. She was afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, and she was also afraid that inadvertently breaking into the territory of a single man would make the teacher uncomfortable.

Wen Sijia was looking around and thought the arrangement was good. The teacher had not moved here for too long. She was able to clean up so uniquely. She was indeed a talented person.

Yang Mu asked her to look at the notebook on the table, and she realized that the notebooks were not harmonious here. It was probably because Yang Mu found it after going upstairs just now.
To be continued...