Chapter 92 A boy in the Wang family has grown up【Please subscribe】

Half past six in the morning.

Qili Xiangdu.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

A knock on the door woke up the sleeping boy. Sunlight penetrated through the window lattice into the second bedroom, reflecting countless small particles flying in the air.

The young man turned over and pulled the quilt over his head, trying to isolate the noise in his ears and have a good sleep again.

But the knocking on the door continued, and gradually became louder as time went on.

Obviously, the person who knocked on the door knew the boy on the bed well and knew that he had developed the habit of being lazy in bed.

"I am dead. I have to burn paper if I have something to do."

The boy on the bed was a little angry and shouted at the door:

"Small things call up the soul, but big things dig graves."

As the young man complained, the knocking on the door gradually stopped.

"Xiaoyan, what are you talking about? My sister didn't hear clearly."

After a moment of silence, a woman's warm voice came from outside the room:

"Can you say it again?"

Damn it, what did I just say? Wen Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, showing his straight back.

He was also a little helpless. He was very diligent when he was a child, and he basically told Wang Luoqi to get up.

But as I grow older, I am becoming more and more lazy.

"Sister Luo Qi, I mean you wait a moment, I will get dressed right now."

Wen Yan forcefully explained: "I woke up early and was thinking about what breakfast should be made in the morning."

"Oh, that's it. Then get up quickly."

"Okay, okay."

After successfully comforting Wang Luoqi, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he has grown up, he still can't hold back when facing the girl's anger.

There was no way he could change the habits he had developed since childhood.

After putting on a pair of loose pants, Wen Yan dragged the child towards the bathroom.

After washing up and taking a shower, Wen Yan consciously entered the kitchen.

Put on an apron and start your daily work.

Skillfully take out the breakfast milk from the refrigerator, pour it into a glass, put it in the microwave, and set it on medium heat for two minutes.

Then, I started frying poached eggs and making vegetable and fruit salad.

Poached eggs were what he prepared for himself, and fruit salad was Wang Luoqi's breakfast.

As he grew older, Wang Luoqi's taste became much lighter.

The girl who used to add two spoonfuls of chili to every tofu puff she had has gradually disappeared over the years and can only exist in his distant memory.

Looking at the ingredients in his hands, Wen Yan wanted to complain about Wang Luoqi's behavior.

This capitalist is so evil.

Since two years ago, when he was fourteen, the girl stopped eating breakfast outside.

Well, the euphemistic name is - save money to get him a wife!

While Wen Yan was busy in the kitchen, Wang Luoqi also walked out of the master bedroom.

The girl's long black hair is spread casually behind her back, fluttering gently with her steps as she walks, revealing the laziness of a mature woman.

The upper body is wearing a white shirt, which highlights the proud and full curvature of the chest, and the lower body is wearing light blue denim cropped pants, exposing the snowy skin of the ankles.

Walking to the sofa, Wang Luoqi slowly sat down, picked up the financial newspaper on the coffee table, and read it attentively.

Of course, this has to ignore her occasional glances towards the kitchen.

Because breakfast was casual, Wen Yan packed everything in about ten minutes.

Bringing the food to the dining table on one side of the living room, Wen Yan took off his apron and placed it on an idle seat aside.

Then, he said to the girl who was sitting on the sofa and concentrating on reading the newspaper:

"Sister Luo Qi, breakfast is ready, come over and eat."

"Oh, here it comes." Wang Luoqi folded the newspaper along the previous folds and walked over to the dining table.

Pulling out the chair and looking at the body lines of the big boy across the dining table, Wang Luoqi frowned slightly:

"Xiaoyan, how many times has my sister told you to wear clothes well at home? What's going on with you being topless like this?"

"It's more comfortable this way."

Wen Yan took a bite of the fried egg and said vaguely: "There are no outsiders at home anyway, why are you being so serious?"

"You can't do it without outsiders. You are an adult now, so you should pay attention to your appearance." Wang Luoqi picked up a piece of apple and put it into his plump red lips.

"Okay, okay, I'll pay attention next time."

Pushing the breakfast milk in front of the girl, he said softly and perfunctorily:

"I will definitely get dressed before cooking tomorrow."

"Zi." He took a sip of breakfast milk.

Using his sweet tongue to roll up the milk stains at the corner of his mouth, Wang Luoqi was very satisfied with Wen Yan's attitude:

"That's good."

The eldest sister is like a mother. In the past two years, she has deliberately increased her dignity in front of Wen Yan.

Lest the child grow up and stop listening to her.

"Sister Luo Qi, haven't you read that financial report yet?"

Wen Yan raised his chin towards the coffee table:

"I have put all the new newspapers in the shoe cabinet these days. The one you just read was the one from a week ago."

"When I was clearing the table yesterday, I took a look and found that the newspaper was almost torn by you."

"Ahem." The girl who was drinking milk choked at this sudden question.

The newspaper from a week ago? She didn’t seem to notice it.ε=(ο｀*)))

"It's still early to go to work, why are you drinking in such a hurry?" Wen Yan handed the girl a tissue with a somewhat complaining tone.

"It's too hot. It's your hot milk that's too hot." Taking the tissue, Wang Luoqi wiped away the white stains that flowed from his red lips to his neck.

Then, she explained: "The news in that newspaper was more important and related to the future development direction of Xiyan Media, so I read it a few more times."

Xiyan Media is a sole proprietorship founded by Wang Luoqi a few years ago.

In the words of a girl, it is:

Since I am sure that this industry can make money, then why should I drag those old antiques from the group to take advantage of it?

Wang Luoqi is not short of start-up capital. If she establishes a company by herself, she must have absolute say.

As for the origin of the name Xiyan Media, the girl said it was because she liked Xiyan Flower. (Xiyan Flower: In some places, it is also called Moonlight Flower.)

"Ah, right."

Wen Yan said cooperatively:

"I also read it yesterday. The news about the reform of the Literary and Art Association will indeed have a relatively large impact on your theater chain."

"That's why I'm more cautious." Wang Luoqi took a serious bite of salad.

The truth is, you didn't read that newspaper at all, Wen Yan curled his lips.

After so many years, the girl is still the same upright character as before.

So fragrant~

However, it was inevitable that the girl would become angry due to shame, and Wen Yan was wise enough not to expose it.

Eat, eat, why should young people care about these details?

…

After eating, Wen Yan pushed the plate and empty cup in front of the girl.

Wang Luoqi was also very conscious. He picked up the tableware on the table, walked to the kitchen sink, and rinsed it skillfully.

There is no way, it has been like this for ten years.

Regarding cooking, the division of labor between the two is very reasonable——

Wen Yan was responsible for the foreplay, and she was responsible for the finishing touch.

Put everything in order.

Wang Luoqi went back to the room to get a coat, walked to the shoe cabinet and put on a pair of low-cut canvas shoes.

It turns out that when she was young, she developed the habit of wearing suits to make her look more mature.

But after she turned twenty-five, she rarely wore such mature clothes.

Maybe I'm tired of wearing them and want to change into something fresh.

But she is obviously a nostalgic person.

Wang Luoqi himself has a hard time understanding the change in mentality in the past two years.

Looking in the direction of the second bedroom, Wang Luoqi shouted:

"Xiaoyan, have you packed up? You have to go to work."

"Okay, okay." Wen Yan walked out of the room.

Looking at the big boy walking towards him, Wang Luoqi's delicate mouth corners slightly raised, revealing two charming dimples.

Ten years ago, the plan she tailored for Wen Yan to become a male idol has begun to bear fruit.

Wen Yan now has a tall and strong figure, half a head taller than her, and his eyes are as bright as stars. Although his face is still a little immature, it is already sharp and angular.

The lower abdomen covered by the shirt also has clear-cut six-pack abs.

Hey, did something strange get in?

Well, please ignore these unimportant details.

Wang Luoqi felt that she was really a master at milk baby.

She felt filled with a sense of accomplishment for cultivating that cute little boy into the sunny and handsome person before her eyes.

The little boy she raised is much more charming than the idol artists in the entertainment industry, and he will definitely be pursued by many girls in the future.

Thinking of this, Wang Luoqi suddenly felt like an old mother.

She didn't know that the cabbage was so lucky that the cub she raised would take a fancy to it.

Anyway, no matter who it is, it must be approved by her. Anyone she doesn't like will not be allowed to enter the house.

A boy in the Wang family has grown up, so he can't take advantage of the little devil.

Seeing that the girl was a little distracted, Wen Yan asked, "Sister Luo Qi, what's wrong with you?"

"I have told you so many times that there should be no wrinkles in the collar." Wang Luoqi straightened Wen Yan's clothes.

…

Community parking lot.

Wang Luoqi was about to open the door of the SUV when Wen Yan took her arm and said:

"Sister Luo Qi, why don't you drive my car today?"

"Can't you drive mine?" Wang Luoqi frowned.

Obviously, she was a little dissatisfied with Wen Yan's car.

Wen Yan scratched his head: "Sister Luo Qi, do you think my car is too cheap?"

"You know that's not what I said." Wang Luoqi narrowed his beautiful eyes.

Sometimes, she really couldn't understand Wen Yan's brain circuit.

After Wen Yan got his driver's license, she bought Wen Yan a car, but the guy refused to take it no matter what.

Instead, she bought a car that was beyond her understanding.

Glancing at the motorcycle not far away, Wang Luoqi spent a long time mentally building up before reluctantly agreeing to Wen Yan's request:

"Then drive slowly."

"Okay." Wen Yan curled his lips and threw the helmet on the car to the girl.

Although they say this motorcycle is cheap, it is still compared to Wang Luoqi's car.

When he first bought it, he felt a severe pain in his body.

Moving her long legs and stepping onto the smooth motorcycle, Wen Yan started the car and came to the girl:

"Sister Luo Qi, put on your helmet and come up."

The girl did not move. She wrinkled her little nose, pointed to the tree with small white flowers not far away, and asked:

"What kind of tree is this? Why do the flowers bloom with a strange smell?"

This smells like a big deal. Looking at the little white flowers not far away, the corners of Wen Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

I don’t know what the property management company was thinking, but they actually transplanted a few trees in the community last year.

Now that spring is here, you can smell a fishy smell whenever you get close.

After pondering for a few seconds, Wen Yan spoke out the answer:

"Sister Luo Qi, this is a heather tree."

"The property owner will move it out in two days. It smells too bad." Wang Luoqi wrinkled his nose, quickly put on his helmet, and got on the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Buzz buzz"

Wen Yan started the car, looked at the girl behind him and said:

"Sister Luo Qi, hold on tight, I'm going to speed up."

"Okay." The girl put her little hand on Wen Yan's thigh.

"Buzz."

There was another buzz, and the locomotive ejected.

"Ah, please slow down, it's too fast."

Wang Luoqi's body suddenly rushed forward, and the small hands that were originally placed on Wen Yan's legs were also wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

The corners of Wen Yan's mouth under his helmet were slightly raised.

It seemed that the money was really not wasted. Wen Yan, who was still a little heartbroken, instantly felt that the money was well spent.

Since he was seven years old, the two of them rarely interacted with each other, and the girl no longer used him as a pillow.

After all, seven-year-olds are not allowed to sit on different seats.

Wang Luoqi still knows this truth.

Now that he is an adult, Wen Yan has much less scruples and no longer feels psychological guilt.

There was no other meaning, he just wanted to reminisce about the warmth of his childhood.

This isn't too much.

The mist from the heather pipe drifted towards the withered trees, crying to me silently, and Wen Yan hummed the song of Milk Tea Week in his heart.

It feels so good to grow up. He is no longer the helpless little baby.

He was finally able to get up.

Well, Wen Yan felt that he could not live up to his youth. After all, Lu Xun once said -

Don't let your youth plant rice seedlings. There is no love in farming!

…

The locomotive slowly arrived at the underground parking garage of Qilixiang Group.

"Find a place where no one is around to stop." Wang Luoqi's somewhat strange voice came from behind.

Obviously, it was the first time for a girl to ride a motorcycle and she couldn't grasp the ultimate pleasure.

"Okay, Sister Luo Qi." Wen Yan was very considerate.

He found a corner with few cars and then slowly stopped the unique motorcycle.

As soon as the car stopped for a while, Wang Luoqi jumped out and observed the surrounding situation before she took off her helmet.

Obviously, the girl didn't want the group's employees to see that she came by motorcycle.

Otherwise, her persona of a cold and strong female CEO will collapse in an instant.

"Sister Luo Qi, how do you feel?"

Wen Yan also took off his helmet, supported the ground with his long legs, looked at the girl and asked:

"It's more exciting than driving by yourself. How about you drive next time?"

"You still have the nerve to say it?"

The girl threw the helmet directly on Wen Yan: "There will be no next time, don't even think about it!"

As she spoke, Wang Luoqi walked towards the elevator, but her walking posture was a little weird.

Obviously, the speed of the car just now frightened the girl.

After walking three or four meters away, Wang Luoqi seemed to remember something. She stopped and turned to look at Wen Yan and said:

"I'll leave Yiyi to you. Treat her well, do you hear me?"

"Sister Luo Qi, don't worry." Wen Yan made an OK gesture.

Li Yiyi has followed Wang Luoqi for so many years, and the two of them get along well and have feelings for each other.

Of course Wen Yan would not treat her badly.

By the way, this big sister’s salary is really ridiculously expensive.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan put on his helmet and engine car again and headed for his newly opened studio.

…

The main characters have all grown up.

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