Chapter 206 Wang Luoqi’s evildoer

Using a tissue to help Wen Yan stop the nosebleed, Zhao Wanqi breathed a sigh of relief.

"The weather is dry now. You should drink more water and eat more fruits... Hey, what are you looking at?"

She was about to tell Wen Yan to pay attention to his daily diet and develop a healthy lifestyle, but suddenly she noticed that Wen Yan's eyes were always glancing towards the balcony erratically.

He looked like he wanted to see it but didn't dare to see it, and even felt a little guilty.

She turned around suspiciously and followed Wen Yan's gaze. Her pretty face instantly turned red, like a cooked prawn.

Oh, I forgot about this. It's so embarrassing. Zhao Wanqi curled her toes back and forth, her slippers made a "squeaking" sound, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

She lives alone all year round, so when it comes to drying clothes, she naturally doesn't worry too much and does it as convenient as possible.

Bringing Wen Yan over tonight was just a coincidence. Otherwise, she would have tidied up in advance to show the atmosphere of a warm little home.

Thinking of Wen Yan's inquisitive eyes, she became a little angry again and clenched her fists slightly. How do capitalists educate their children?

Wen Yan was so well-behaved and obedient when he was a child, his big black eyes were full of innocence, and he was as cute as a porcelain doll, but now he has a tendency to develop into an LSP?

Did Wen Yan become dirty when he grew up, or was he led astray by the capitalist Wang Luoqi, and his life and career went astray?

Well, she prefers the latter. If Wen Yan grew up beside her, he would definitely be a well-educated, gentle and modest gentleman.

Well, I just took a sneak peek and was noticed by Sister Wanqi. Is my look so obvious? Wen Yan looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and put his hands on his knees honestly.

He pointed to the half-open window on the balcony and said nonsensically: "Sister Wanqi, the moon is very round today and the stars are very bright, but the wind is a bit strong..."

Looking at the small strip of cloth swaying in the wind, Wen Yan's voice became smaller and smaller. He wanted to slap himself twice. He might as well not explain it.

Isn’t this a self-inflicted crime?

"Bah, you are still staring at me. Sooner or later you will get a needle eye." Zhao Wanqi glared at Wen Yan in shame, Zhao Wanqi ran to the clothes rack, took off all her underwear, and hurried into the bedroom.

Click, click, looking at Zhao Wanqi's panicked back, Wen Yan seemed to hear the sound of something breaking -

That is his glorious image in Zhao Wanqi's heart.

Isn't it just a pile of small pieces of cloth? As for looking around and staring at it? Leaning back on the sofa and looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, Wen Yan tortured his soul.

Although he wanted to wave his hands and say, "No, no, what a big deal." But people often cannot deceive their own hearts.

He despises himself like this.(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

But this is the instinct of most men.

Whenever I see colorful pieces of cloth fluttering in the wind, I can't help but take a second look. Moreover, this has nothing to do with any evil thoughts, it's just out of pure curiosity.

But being caught red-handed, even with his thick skin, he would still feel a little embarrassed.

Especially since he and Zhao Wanqi are so familiar with each other. From the moment they met until now, they have always treated each other as siblings.

Looking at the closed door of the master bedroom, Wen Yan secretly sighed slightly:

Alas, they all rely on a low system.

"Ding." A clear sound came from my mind.

As if hearing his shameless blame-shifting, the system unexpectedly gave a response. A line of small words appeared on the data panel:

[The system program is being upgraded, 62% of the progress is currently completed, and the countdown to the completion of the upgrade is 09:38..]

Damn it, I actually faked the corpse. Looking at the information on the data panel, Wen Yan was shocked.

The low system, which has been without any sense of existence for ten years, seems to be somewhat active in the past two days. Even when upgrading, it does not forget to jump out to show its sense of presence.

I hope there won't be any glitches. It won't be like a certain mobile phone where system upgrade means it crashes immediately. Wen Yan secretly prayed in his heart.

Being alone in the living room was a bit boring. Wen Yan's wealth-loving attribute came online and he began to observe the layout of Zhao Wanqi's house to speculate on her worth.

It has two bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom. It is a medium-sized apartment with an area of ​​about 100 square feet. However, Fengdu Garden has an excellent geographical location, adjacent to the university town and the hospital, with convenient transportation. It is also a high-end community in Shanghai.

According to market conditions, the house price here should be around 100,000 yuan per square meter, or more than 100 square meters per square meter, which means that this house must be at least eight figures...

Hiss, Sister Wanqi is also a little rich woman!

Do you want her to pay back the money later? Wen Yan touched his chin and thought secretly.

In fact, his net worth is not low anymore. Even if we put aside his shares in "Xiyan Investment Co., Ltd." and just talk about the money he has made from comics and song copyrights over the years, at least he already has a small goal.

He is only seventeen years old and has a net worth of over 100 million. How can he be considered young and promising?

But the reality is exactly the opposite.

The bulk of the money earned from comics was taken by Wang Luoqi as his own, euphemistically called "Wife's Ben". He also earned 20 to 30 million from the copyrights of several songs, but Zhao Wanqi was even more outrageous...

She defaulted on repayment.

Just because of these two crazy sisters, his pocket is cleaner than his face now, and his whole body only costs about a hundred yuan. He still ate and drank for two meals today.

At some point, Wen Yan even had the illusion that the two women had agreed to divide the money he earned into 30-70 ratios and directly drain his small treasury.

No, I'm an adult now and can't go on like this. Wen Yan shook his head secretly.

Later, find an opportunity to test Zhao Wanqi's tone and see when she will pay back the money?

Humph, if she continues to default on the copyright fees, tell her wife Ben’s concept and see if she still dares to default on the copyright fees!

"Crack."

Just when Wen Yan was thinking wildly, Zhao Wanqi opened the door and walked out. During this time, she had already changed her clothes.

At this time, she was wearing an off-white long sweatshirt, her lower body was in light gray loose trousers, and her long wavy hair was tied into a bun with a hair tie.

Seeing Zhao Wanqi's outfit, Wen Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was wearing pants underneath...

Ahem, don’t think wrongly.

Based on his experience from observing Wang Luoqi over the years, if girls wear long sweatshirts at home, as long as the fabric can hang below the hips, they will most likely not wear pants again.

Well, just to make it easier.

Walking up to Wen Yan, Zhao Wanqi patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want some midnight snacks?"

Her tone was as gentle as usual, and she seemed to have forgotten what happened just now.

"Not to mention I haven't felt it yet, but now that you mention it, I'm actually a little hungry." After touching his stomach, Wen Yan pointed to the kitchen with a smile:

"Sister Wanqi, the fire should be on at your house. I'll go get some noodles."

In fact, he is not hungry at all now. That guy Wu Hao is so crazy that he ordered a table full of delicious kidney-tonifying products. It's surprising that he can digest them all.

But after Zhao Wanqi came out of Magic Art, she went to look for him. She has been so worried that she hasn't had dinner yet.

"Are you going to cook?" Zhao Wanqi raised her eyebrows, obviously not believing in his cooking skills.

"That's right." Wen Yan nodded and said with a smile: "My cooking skills are pretty good, and the food below is delicious. Sister Wanqi, just take a look."

"Forget it, I'm quite satisfied with the kitchen at home, and I don't want to redecorate it yet." Zhao Wanqi waved her hands repeatedly.

Wen Yan: "?!"

What do you mean, are you looking down on his cooking skills?

"The capitalists have told me that some time ago, someone wanted to cook on a whim and almost exploded the pot. Geez..."

Zhao Wanqi walked towards the kitchen, trying her best to control her laughter, but she still couldn't hold it back.

"Wait a minute!"

Wen Yan grabbed her wrist, pointed at himself and said:

"You mean Sister Luo Qi told you that I almost blew up the pot?"

"Huh, what's the matter? Do you still want to hide it from me?"

Zhao Wanqi shrugged her shoulders and gave him a look to let him realize: (￢_￢)

Wen Yan: "..."

He finally understood why everyone said that there was only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname.

His considerate and gentle sister Luo Qi turns out to be a really sinister woman.

Moreover, he does not distinguish between friend and foe, even one of his own is black.

Wen Yan: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Huh, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Don't bully the young man into poverty. He has already recorded an account for Wang Luoqi in his small book again.

After a while, I must let her sing Conquer, using the posture in ↓ps.

ps, I was so short, I was wrong＿|￣|●

I’ve decided, starting from tomorrow, I’m going to paint the walls with shit!
Chapter completed!