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Hearing the urging of the old aunt outside the door and looking at the girl with messy hair, Wen Yan felt dizzy for a moment.

What's the matter with this mother-daughter pair?

I didn't sleep at night, so I wanted to visit him.

And even if they visit each other, they still have to come in front of and behind them. Isn't this embarrassing?

After thinking for a while, Wen Yan thought of a way: "Sister Luo Qi, how about I lock the door so that Auntie can't come in."

"No need to lock the door."

Wang Luoqi squinted his beautiful eyes and said: "My mother came to see you so late. There must be something urgent. In this case, just let her in."

"But..." Wen Yan hesitated.

At this time, if Wu Wanqing came in and saw this scene, she would have a heart attack.

For the sake of the old aunt's health, Wen Yan did not dare to take this risk.

"You hold her steady first, I'll find a place to hide later."

Wang Luoqi jumped off the bed, picked up the doll beside the bed and the women's slippers on the floor, and walked towards the wardrobe.

This is about getting into the closet... Looking at Wang Luoqi's graceful back, Wen Yan suddenly felt distressed.

Someone came here with good intentions to give him medicine, but he was reduced to the point of trying to get into the closet. What's going on?

Worried that Wu Wanqing would suddenly come in, Wen Yan shouted to the door:

"Auntie, please wait a moment, I'm getting dressed."

"Okay, you put it on slowly, Auntie, don't be in a hurry." Wu Wanqing replied from outside the door.

Picking up his coat, Wen Yan was about to put it on his head, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a fragrant breeze blowing against his face.

Looking at the girl who got into bed again, Wen Yan was a little surprised: "Sister Luo Qi, why are you back again?"

"You really have the heart to let me get into the closet!" Wang Luoqi gritted his teeth.

Well, Bai feels sorry for her.

Wang Luoqi has never been the kind of person who wants to compromise and seek perfection. It is simply impossible for her to get into the closet.

She just went to the closet just to hide her slippers.

"After my mother comes in, don't speak for now. Let her speak first." After Wang Luoqi finished speaking, he got into bed.

In order not to make the quilt too abrupt, Wang Luoqi's delicate body pressed tightly against Wen Yan's body.

Since her upper body was exposed, Wen Yan could clearly feel the delicateness of the girl's face and the itchiness of her hair brushing against her skin.

It's very tempting.

What do you mean by not letting me speak first? Wen Yan felt that Wang Luoqi's behavior seemed a bit strange.

However, he had no intention of asking. A smart person should automatically ignore these insignificant details.

After checking the corners of the quilt and confirming that there was no risk of exposure, Wen Yan shouted to the door:

"Aunt Wu, I've packed it up. Come in."

As the door creaked, Wu Wanqing walked in from outside, holding a piece of cake in her hand.

Looking at the old aunt wearing an ink-patterned cheongsam, Wen Yan felt a little strange. Not only did she not rest at this hour, why did she also change her clothes?

However, remembering Wang Luoqi's instructions just now, Wen Yan had no intention of speaking first.

"Didn't you say you were dressed?"

Seeing Wen Yan, who was tightly tucked up by the corners, with his head hanging out, Wu Wanqing knew that he was probably not wearing any clothes.

She smiled and said, "I don't know what's going on with you. You were so diligent as a child, but you became so lazy and easy-going when you grew up. This is completely the opposite of your sister Luo Qi."

"That girl was lazy when she was little. It was troublesome to wake her up every morning."

Wu Wanqing seemed to be lost in memories, her beautiful eyes narrowed into a crescent shape:

"At that time, she was about four or five years old. Anyway, she was a little younger than when I first met you. She was just a cute little one."

"At that time, she liked to wear princess dresses, but she was still lazy. Every time she would raise her little hand and ask me to help her put it on. If she didn't follow her wishes, she would pout her little mouth and moan with me.

Losing his temper……"

Auntie, shut up!

Wen Yan doesn't want to seek death. The real owner is lying on top of him. Isn't it uncomfortable to hear her dark history?

He could feel that the girl under the quilt had put her little hands on his lower back, as if if he continued to listen, she would give him a "spinning of love".

"Auntie, what do you want at this late hour?" Wen Yan skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"Isn't it because you haven't slept yet?"

Wu Wanqing raised the cake in her hand and said, "Auntie has prepared some supper for you."

"Thank you, auntie."

Wen Yan pointed to the desk by the window and said, "Auntie, just put it there. I'll eat it later."

"Okay, remember, you must finish it before twelve o'clock." Wu Wanqing put down the cake.

Then, she looked at Wen Yan and warned: "After eating the cake, go to bed early and don't stay up late again. You are young now and have not yet realized the dangers of staying up late."

"But in a few years, you will know that all the physical problems are caused by irregular work and rest when you were young."

"Auntie has worked in the hospital for so many years and has seen too many similar patients. Don't think that I am being alarmist."

"Auntie will tell you a few real cases. Just like the year before last, there was a programmer who stayed up late every night to do programming. Now he is only in his early thirties and his hair is almost half bald. There is also an online writer who stays up late every day to update. Now

kidney……"

Auntie, please go out quickly. I'm afraid if you keep talking for a while, your daughter will suffer from hypoxia under the quilt. Looking at the old aunt telling him the case with her fingers, Wen Yan felt a little dizzy for a moment.

He could clearly feel that the girl's little face pressed against his chest was becoming more and more burning as time went by.

Obviously, this was very boring.

Worried that Wang Luoqi would be bored, Wen Yan took advantage of Wu Wanqing's attention to talk about the medical records.

He quietly opened some quilts and let some fresh air inside.

"Auntie, it's getting late. Go and have a rest." Wen Yan stopped Wu Wanqing from talking.

"Ah, that's okay." Wu Wanqing still had some unfinished thoughts.

"you should also rest earlier."

After saying that, Wu Wanqing left the room.

Looking at the closed door, Wen Yan lifted the quilt, looked at the girl inside, and said:

"Sister Luo Qi, you can come out now, you're so suffocated."

"You still have the nerve to say that." Wang Luoqi glanced at him sideways.

She had some doubts as to whether Wen Yan was her nemesis. She just came over to help give medicine, but she could encounter so many emergencies.

Throwing her under the bed, being forced to do the splits, accidentally exposing herself, getting into bed...it was really a series of twists and turns.

"call."

Wang Luoqi exposed his head first, took two breaths of fresh air, then lifted the quilt and prepared to leave the bed.

But just when she stood up, another "squeak" sound came from the door, which frightened her and quickly shrank back.

"By the way, Xiaoyan, Auntie has one more thing to ask you."

Wu Wanqing opened the door, but when she looked at the yurt on the bed, she was obviously stunned. Why was the quilt suddenly so bloated?

"What's going on?" Wen Yan had an ugly smile on his face.

Why does this old aunt always like to play with carbine?

Looking at the obvious bulge in the quilt, Wen Yan broke into a cold sweat on his back. This time Wang Luoqi got in in a hurry. He didn't have time to adjust the quilt.

Looking at the yurt on the bed, Wu Wanqing's beautiful eyes were full of suspicion. She looked at the layout of the room again, and she always felt that something was wrong.

She had tidied up all the rooms at home, so she was naturally aware of the furnishings inside. She had not paid attention to them just now, but now she noticed the differences after careful observation.

The puppet on the bedside was missing. Wen Yan had put it under the quilt, and Wu Wanqing showed a clear look.

She smiled and said: "Xiaoyan, it turns out that you also like to sleep with your arms around stuffed dolls. In this way, you are very similar to your sister Luo Qi."

Knowing that Wang Luoqi likes to sleep with her arms around dolls, Wu Wanqing prepared a humanoid doll for her in the bedroom on the second floor.

This will prevent her from feeling uncomfortable when she rests at home.

Moreover, in line with the principle that a bowl of water should be balanced, Wu Wanqing bought two at once and placed one in Wen Yan's room, so that Wen Yan would think she was partial.

Auntie, this is not a puppet, this is your daughter, Wen Yan complained silently in his heart.

However, Wu Wanqing had no doubt that this was a good thing, and puppets would be puppets.

"I don't know when that girl developed this habit." Wu Wanqing said with a smile.

"Ahem..." Wen Yan was a little embarrassed.

The formation of this habit probably has something to do with him.

"Auntie, you just said you had something to ask me." Wen Yan returned to the topic.

"Yes, yes." Wu Wanqing also realized that she was going too far.

She said: "Thank you for the birthday cake you prepared for auntie. I am very happy."

"Birthday cake?" Wen Yan was stunned for a moment.

When did I prepare the cake? Didn't you prepare it yourself? Wen Yan didn't react for a moment.

Then, he felt a stinging pain in his chest, as if he had been bitten by a kitten.

Wen Yan understood instantly that Wang Luoqi should have prepared the cake.

Among the pile of gifts he brought in, Wang Luoqi probably changed the packaging box on purpose, so he didn't notice the existence of the cake.

"Auntie, you're welcome. These are what I should do." Wen Yan said with a smile.

With Wang Luoqi's awkward temperament, she must have been embarrassed to show her feelings for Wu Wanqing, so she used him as a shield.

As a staunch member of the royal party, Wen Yan would naturally not reveal the petty thoughts of his own party leader.

Well, let’s tell Wu Wanqing the truth another day.

"Auntie is also very satisfied with this cheongsam. I have to say that as you grow older, your aesthetic taste has obviously improved a lot." Wu Wanqing smiled with beautiful eyes.

The little boy he once had has grown up, and she, the old aunt, is very happy.

"Okay, you go to bed early."

Wu Wanqing yawned: "Auntie is also sleepy. Today's schedule is messed up."

"Huh." Looking at the closed door, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally gone!

…

The next day, early morning.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

The harsh ringtone woke up the sleeping boy. After turning off the alarm clock, Wen Yan sat up from the bed.

Looking at the shallow tooth marks on his chest, a hint of helplessness flashed at the corner of his mouth. That woman Wang Luoqi is really impatient.

Wouldn't he just react a little slower?

As for biting people.

Besides, if she had said hello in advance and let him know about the birthday cake, he wouldn't have been unable to react!

While complaining about Wang Luoqi's bad behavior, Wen Yan put on his clothes.

Because this was not the small home in 601, Wen Yan couldn't go to wash up naked anymore. After he put on his clothes neatly, he went to the bathroom.

bathroom.

"Crash."

After washing, Wen Yan released the space in his bladder and hummed in his mouth:

"What do I need this iron rod for?"

"So what if I want this change?"

"Still uneasy, still depressed."

"The witch comes up, please stop talking."

Well, open your voice every day!

"Why are you so nervous this morning?" Wang Luoqi opened the door and came in.

"what are you doing?"

Wen Yan hurriedly pulled up his pants: "Didn't you see anyone in the bathroom?"

"Tch, I don't want to look at you." Wang Luoqi curled his lips secretly.

Then, she stood at the sink and started washing up, ignoring Wen Yan who was stunned beside her.

Wen Yan wanted to print out the emoticon of vomiting blood and throw it in Wang Luoqi's face.

Please don't use the old ideas from ten years ago to infer how well I am developing now. Wen Yan is also a little helpless for this woman who is twenty-six or seventeen years old but is still illiterate.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

Wang Luoqi squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and looked at Wen Yan with a frown: "After washing up, go out quickly. I need to take a shower later."

"There's no bathroom on the second floor, why do you have to come to the first floor?"

"I'm happy, I want you to take care of it." Wang Luoqi put the toothbrush into his red lips.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Looking at the woman washing up, Wen Yan shrugged: "You are the oldest in the family. You can wash up wherever you want. How dare I care about your business."

"Knowing the interests." Wang Luoqi replied angrily.

"Then you have to let me wash my hands." Wen Yan pushed Wang Luoqi aside, wet his hands randomly before she could react, and ran out of the bathroom.

"Oh, you coward." Looking at the shaking door, Wang Luoqi continued to wash.

…

As soon as he arrived at the living room, Wen Yan saw Wu Wanqing walking in from outside.

Looking at the old aunt's tight sportswear and her hair that was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, Wen Yan knew that she had just come back from a run.

Seeing Wen Yan, she joked: "Xiaoyan, you got up very early today."

"Don't you want to eat breakfast made by auntie?" Wen Yan's mouth was very sweet.

"Okay, I've already cooked the rice porridge. I'll serve it out after I take a shower and change clothes. You can watch some TV first." Wu Wanqing walked to the second floor with a smile on her face.

Obviously, Wen Yan's praise of her cooking skills greatly benefited her.

Looking at Wu Wanqing's back, Wen Yan had to sigh, if you want to have a good body, you must first have good self-control.

Wu Wanqing's ability to maintain a well-proportioned figure at her current age is all due to a regular schedule and exercise every morning.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan walked to the kitchen. The old aunt had already prepared the meal. Of course, he couldn't wait for it to be served.

After all, he is not some dishwasher who only does finishing work.

After placing breakfast on the dining table, Wen Yan sat in front of the dining table and took out his mobile phone, preparing to kill the boring time.

After all, it's very troublesome for women to wash up. According to past experience, they won't come out at all if they don't take more than ten minutes.

Wen Yan opened the blog as a habit. He was going to review the daily memorials to see if any readers would leave him any interesting comments.

Daily reminder: "Urgent, more urgent, how long has it been since Conan was serialized to episode 108? You shouldn't be called Saury, you should be called Salted Fish, the kind that can't stand up."

Wen Yan had become accustomed to leaving reminder messages over the years, so he chose to ignore them automatically.

Zhanyu Legion: "With your update speed, you will starve to death sooner or later. You'd better quickly find a factory and go in and tighten the screws. I highly recommend the rice factory."

Hey, this reminder is a bit interesting. Wen Yan replied casually:

"Thank you for the job recommended by my brother. Screw-turning should be a good fit for me. In order to prepare for the interview, this week's update is all I can do."

So cute and easy to push down: "Breaking photos, blasting photos, I have been urging you for many years, can't you, a dog author, just reply?"

Wen Yan is very familiar with this ID. He has been following him all the way from Ah Shai to Conan, and he is considered a long-time reader of his. And judging from the situation, she must be a girl. Otherwise, how could she covet his great beauty?

Therefore, Wen Yan casually replied with a string of "...".

Wings of Goddess Zhao: "The news that the goddess is divorced has been on the hot search. Shuiyu, please come out and update a few words to comfort my injured heart."

Huh? Wen Yan was stunned for a moment. This "Wings of Goddess Zhao" should be a fan of Zhao Wanqi.

But what does he mean by "the goddess is single"?

Wen Yan suddenly had a bad premonition. He quickly switched to the tribe's hot search list, and then his eyelids twitched suddenly.

He is trending!

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Chapter completed!