Si Yajing then saw Wen Liang and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Wen Liang was not good at dealing with little girls, but he was very professional when it came to dealing with beautiful young women. Without replying to her words, he praised her: "No wonder your hair is always so beautiful, Teacher Si, it turns out it's the craftsmanship of this shop. Let my mother come and try it one day. Are you familiar with the boss? Give me a 20% discount!"
Si Yajing blushed and said, "What's so beautiful about her? You're the only one in Qingyi Middle School who dares to be so smooth-talking to the teacher!" She and Wen Liang had an awkward encounter on the bus, but they got along very well afterwards, sometimes even making mischievous jokes. Ever since Wen Liang sent her home last time and had a conflict with Pan Guofei in front of the family building of the Post Office, the relationship between the two took a sharp turn for the worse. Firstly, Si Yajing avoided him intentionally or unintentionally, and secondly, Wen Liang took many days off and there was almost no communication between them. So when Si Yajing suddenly heard Wen Liang's slightly teasing tone, she felt a little uncomfortable.
The little girl jumped down from her mother's arms, tilted her cute little face up, and insisted on handing the ice cream to Wen Liang: "Tutu is treating you, you can't refuse!"
Wen Liang touched her head, took the ice cream and said, "So your name is Tutu, what a nice name." The little girl snorted proudly, but licked her lips secretly, glanced at the ice cream with a reluctant expression, and finally lowered her eyes and sighed like a little adult.
Si Yajing was even more surprised. Although her daughter was young, she was much more quirky than her peers. Her words and actions often made people laugh and cry. How could she be so intimate with a stranger
"Teacher Si, I have to criticize you today."
Wen Liang recounted what had just happened and said, "Fortunately, Tutu was smart and knew to stand still in the middle of the road. If it were any other child, it would have been very easy for something to happen. Doing hair is important, but you also have to take good care of the child!"
Si Yajing had been a teacher for many years, but she had never been criticized by her own students in person. However, these words coming from Wen Liang's mouth always made people feel that it was natural. His tone, his demeanor, and even his reasoning were all on an equal footing. They were not teacher and student, but more like friends.
The little girl giggled when she saw her mother being criticized. She grabbed Wenliang's trouser leg and shook it, saying, "Dad, mom is still a good child for admitting her mistakes. Don't scold her!"
Once upon a time, a wise man mocked himself after being scolded: Children's words are free, so children have the privilege of talking nonsense. But when this was said, not only Si Yajing blushed, but even Wen Liang almost couldn't hold it in and coughed dryly.
Si Yajing said angrily, "Tutu, why are you calling me that? This is Brother Wenliang. Who taught you to call him that?"
Tutu's clear, dark eyes flickered between the two of them. Suddenly, he smiled slyly and pointed at Wen Liang, saying, "He, he asked me to call him daddy!"
Dull, absolutely dull!
Wen Liang's face was stiff, and he raised his head with difficulty, just in time to meet Si Yajing's surprised eyes and frowning brows. No one believed that a three or four-year-old child would lie, and he was afraid that he would definitely take the blame.
"Teacher Si, I..."
Si Yajing had never seen Wen Liang in such an awkward state since she knew him. Thinking of the times when he had teased her in the past, she couldn't help but burst out laughing and said, "Okay, you look so aggrieved. I know it was Tutu who was playing tricks on me. This girl would use her little finger to scratch the palm of her hand when she was playing a prank." She pinched Tutu's nose and said with a grin, "You are far from being able to compete with mom, so why don't you apologize to your brother!"
"elder brother!"
Tutu pouted and glared at her mother, but she pinched Wenliang's fingers to please him. Her small face and soft hands made people feel pity for her. Wenliang pretended to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said with a smile: "Tutu, you are so good. Compared with you, your brother is as dumb as a donkey..."
Tutu's eyes curved into a crescent shape, and he tilted his head and laughed non-stop. After talking for a while, Wen Liang said goodbye to Si Yajing because he was afraid that Ning Xiaoning would get impatient waiting.
Si Yajing led Tutu in the opposite direction. After walking a few steps, Tutu suddenly turned around and shouted to Wen Liang, "Dad, you are a good man!"
Wen Liang made a shocked expression, staggered and almost hit a roadside tree, and then he heard the clear and tender laughter of a little girl.
Si Yajing held her daughter's hand tightly, turned her head away and tried to hold back the tears in her eyes. If Pan Guofei had not ignored the mother and daughter for more than a year, how could Tutu call Wen Liang, whom she had just met, "Dad"
She doesn't understand a lot, but she knows who is treating her well...
Wen Liang sighed. The worry between Si Yajing's brows was so heavy that it seemed impossible to dissolve. Every family has its own problems, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
After watching the mother and daughter go away, Wen Liang turned to cross the road. When he passed a Porsche on the side of the road, he suddenly heard a shrill horn. He stopped and looked at it in confusion, and his face suddenly turned cold.
Wen Liang walked over and knocked on the car window. He said coldly, "I haven't settled the score with you for speeding and driving against the flow of traffic last time, and now you dare to honk in the city. Don't you know the latest regulations of the Municipal Bureau? A fine of 300 yuan will be imposed for honking in the city center. Pay up!"
"Come on, you're a minor, don't always act like a government official, okay? It's ok that you dare to blackmail me for driving a Porsche, but you dare to blackmail me twice in a row! Little boy, don't you want to spend Christmas outside?"
The girl in the car was still wearing sunglasses, covering most of her face. Her small red lips were painted with light lipstick, and the skin on the sides of her face was as smooth as ice and snow. Just from the part that was exposed, you could see everything that a beauty should have.
Wen Liang said disdainfully: "What do you know, little girl! Christmas? What are you daydreaming about! This is China, CHINA. Why don't you let that lewd old man who likes to wear a red robe climb into my chimney? According to Article 131 of the Criminal Law, illegal entry into a house carries a minimum sentence of ten years!"
The girl was completely defeated. She leaned limply against the seat, covered her face with her hands, and groaned, "MY GOD, are all the children in this country brought up according to the standards of politicians?"
Wen Liang smiled coldly: "Yes, a professor once said that if children are brought up according to the Four Books and Five Classics, they will suffer when they grow up!"
He took two steps to the side, looked at the license plate, and said, "What a guts, little girl! Last time you used a license plate from a major military region's political department, and this time you used a license plate from the Qingzhou Military Sub-district. Does the military belong to your family?"
The girl was obviously trying to compete with Wen Liang, and she actually pushed open the car door and got out, laughing sweetly, "You guessed it right. Not to mention Qingzhou, there's no license plate in the entire Jiangdong Province that I can't get."
Wen Liang's eyes lit up. The girl's figure could not be seen sitting in the car. I never thought she was so exquisite and well-proportioned. She was wearing a Christian Dio black suit, a tight silk top, and a black waist-length pleated wool skirt. The delicate shoulder line and the rapidly folded slender waist highlighted the contrast with the chest curve. The calf-length skirt was made of black wool with delicate pleats, making her look mature and elegant, full of noble temperament and charm.
On July 5, Christian Dior held a press conference for this year's autumn and winter women's haute couture collection in Paris, with the theme of elegant splendor, dazzling brilliance, and low-key luxury, kicking off another fashion feast for top women's clothing. Wen Liang recognized the brand, but with Porsche and military brands in the spotlight, no matter how expensive the clothes were, he couldn't turn his head away, and he was still unforgiving in his words: "Oh, the food abroad is good, and the little girl is quite well-fed! But having a good figure is useless in China, with such severe inflation, even the biggest bubble can be squeezed out by you!"
These words were sarcastic and a dumber girl might not understand them, but the Porsche girl was obviously smart. She smiled, and gently pressed her hips against the car door. She slightly exerted force on her waist, and her round chest became more upright. Wen Liang was stunned by this moment of amazement, and praised in his heart: MB, you are really awesome.
"Traffic police, vehicle regulations, criminal law, inflation, bubbles, military license plates, luxury cars, I'm really curious, is there anything else you don't know? How about this, we can meet twice on the street and it's fate, how about we become friends?"
Wen Liang was not interested in dealing with this beautiful woman who was either the daughter of an official or a rich man. He waved his hand and walked away, saying, "Little girl, you should learn more about traditional culture. As the saying goes, things never happen more than three times. It's only been two times, so we can't be considered destined to meet. Let's be friends the third time we meet!"
To encounter him three times in a row among the six million people in Qingzhou is as difficult as reforming state-owned enterprises. The girl heard Wen Liang's perfunctory tone, stared at his back and stomped her feet fiercely: "Just wait and see, little brat! If I encounter him again, I will never forgive you!"
Entering a luxuriously decorated western restaurant, Ning Xiaoning had already arrived and waved to Wen Liang from her seat by the window. Wen Liang looked around and asked, "Where's Xu Yao? Don't jump out and scare me!"
Ning Xiaoning ignored him and stared out the window. Wen Liang felt bored. Just then, the waiter came to take his order. He ordered a mushroom and cauliflower soup and a vegetable salad. Just as he was about to ask Ning Xiaoning how well done the steak was, the girl suddenly jumped up and walked outside, not forgetting to warn Wen Liang: "There will be guests later. Be polite, otherwise..."
Ning Xiaoning raised her fists and looked fierce. Wen Liang still didn't understand why she wanted to see him, but he still cooperated and made a scared expression. The waitress was in her early twenties and was obviously not very experienced in the business. She couldn't help laughing. When she saw Wen Liang looking at her, she hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Wen Liang laughed: "My ability to coax girls is pretty good, right?"
The waitress just smiled and didn't respond. Wen Liang was about to tease her when the unique scent of Dior perfume came from behind him and the Porsche girl's voice rang out: