Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

When Wenshui opened her hand, he looked at the ceiling silently and then looked at her.

"You are not a shrew, but you are obviously...your clothes are torn." Wenshui said painfully. If he was not a gentleman, she might be in danger now.

Being reminded by him, Feng Tianjing looked down and jumped up.

"Ah." Feng Tianjing was so anxious that she didn't notice the image at all. This time she realized that when she jumped up, she stepped on Wenshui's body.

Wenshui's face turned livid for a moment, and he reached out to cover his body. When he saw her turn around and run out.

"Huhuhu" the wind blew, and when she opened the door and ran into the guest room, the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly opened, and snowflakes floated in, falling coolly on her face.

"What is this?" Feng Tianjing was fascinated by this scene, and she took two steps forward.

The house is filled with fragrance, and a cold feeling surrounds you, making the summer significantly cooler. The snowflakes outside the window keep blowing in.

"It's so cold." Feng Tianjing walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and reached out to catch the snowflakes.

Taking a deep breath, full of happiness, I closed my eyes and let the snowflakes float in and stick to my face, but this feeling was awakened by the sound of the mobile phone.

"Hello." Feng Tianjing turned around and answered the call with her mobile phone.

After hearing the sound, she raised her eyes and looked at the room full of surprises. Although she was reluctant to let go, she put on her clothes and walked out quickly.

In the bedroom next door, Wenshui was lying on the floor, smirking and saying, "What a silly girl."

He got up, returned the bedroom to normal, put on white casual clothes, and walked next door, only to see an empty bedroom.

"Feng Tianjing." Wenshui walked in quickly. Apart from her broken skirt that fell to the ground, where was her figure?

He hurriedly walked out, only to see Wen Lao sitting on the pearwood chair, shaking his head and sighing, saying: "It's a failure, Wenshui, you are really far behind what my grandfather used to be."

"What do you mean?" Wenshui felt unhappy about being criticized.

Wen Lao sat there, holding out his hand to take a sip of tea, then opened his eyes to look at him, stood up and said, "In addition to being durable and romantic, men also need gentleness."

"Look at what you're doing? With your virtue, no wonder you barely managed to get pregnant at the age of 28. How can you still have the grace of my grandfather? I thought I would do this when I was 18." Wen Lao was full of confidence. , but disliked and despised him.

Wenshui listened, picked his ears, and asked, "When grandpa was 18, did his hair grow evenly?"

"Pfft." Wen Lao was so angry at his words that he choked on his tea.

He took the teacup and wanted to smash it, but where was the figure of Wenshui? He stepped out early, but did not see Feng Tianjing's figure. He raised his feet outside, ready to smoke a cigarette.

"Who is that?" Wenshui was stunned when he saw two figures in front of him.

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground and burned a hole in his pants. Wenshui took two steps forward and said in a deep voice: "She and Gu Chengdong...damn it!"

Seeing Gu Chengdong reaching out and touching Feng Tianjing's forehead, the two of them seemed to be in a very good mood.

"How dare you come to date my young woman at midnight." Wenshui said coldly, turned around and took a deep breath, gathered his emotions and turned around to rush forward.

Where is the figure? Both disappeared.

"You guys!" Wenshui strode forward and saw a black Mercedes-Benz that quickly disappeared from his sight. He was stunned for a few seconds and subconsciously wanted to follow.

"Ask Shui." At this time, a figure came over and grabbed his arm. Hearing Zhuo Shu's voice, Wen Shui came back to his senses.

"There's something urgent." Zhuo Shuo said, turned around alone and walked towards Wen'an Pavilion.

Wenshui clenched his fists. Although he wanted to chase after her, he knew that Zhuo Shu would never run to Wen'an Pavilion in person if nothing happened.