In early winter, most girls' figures are covered by heavy clothes, but Beimi has added a white casual leather belt around her waist. The red turtleneck sweater extends to her hips, which outlines her waist. The light blue jeans wrap her round thighs tightly, and she walks with a hint of temptation. This is not a very beautiful girl, but she looks so different because she has gone beyond the makeup and dressing skills that she should have at this age. Although Wenliang is not interested in looking at her, it cannot stop the young boys who are in their naive years from flocking to her.
Beimi looked Wen Liang up and down, her watery eyes revealing a bit of charm from time to time. She never thought that after just a few months, Wen Liang had become very different from the person she knew at that time.
In the past few months, this young man with a gentle smile has jumped from obscurity to become the most famous figure in Qingyi Middle School. Gu Wenyuan, Mu Shanshan, Bai Huan, Liu Zhihe, Xu Yao, Ji Su, Ning Xiaoning, these outstanding people among his peers, no matter they are enemies or friends, have all been eclipsed by his brilliance.
In the cafeteria, dormitory, classroom, tree-lined path, or any corner of the campus, the topic that boys and girls talked about most was the name Wen Liang. Beimi was always curious about how the boy who seemed to have a good relationship with Tan Yu could have such magic, but besides curiosity, he was more embarrassed and unconvinced.
Ever since she realized that her body has infinite appeal to boys, no boy dared to ignore her existence like Wen Liang did!
"Isn't it said that you are very capable? Why are you looking for Tan Yu's help again?"
Seeing that she was still upset about the last singing incident, Tan Yu tried to smooth things over and said, "How can I help Brother Wen? Bemi, stop talking nonsense."
Wen Liang would never argue with her, he just smiled and didn't answer her. An Baoqing called and told him the location. He turned to Tan Yu and said, "Let's go, the rain won't stop for a while, I'll take you home first."
Seeing Wen Liang still being indifferent, Beimi snorted. Then, when he heard that he had a car to take Tan Yu home, his eyes rolled around and he smiled sweetly, "Tan Yu, your arm is still injured. I'd better go with you so that I can take care of you on the way."
"this… "
Tan Yu looked at Wen Liang in embarrassment, and Wen Liang smiled and said, "Okay, let's go together."
The gratitude in Tan Yu's eyes was clearly visible. He knew Wen Liang's feelings towards Bei Mi, but for some reason, he just couldn't refuse any of Bei Mi's requests. Bei Mi shook his hair triumphantly, as if he had done something very fulfilling, and he laughed and rushed to help Tan Yu up and walked out.
An Baoqing's Land Rover had already stopped in front of Class 10's classroom. The three of them got in the car. Beimi exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't cars not allowed into the school? How did you get in?"
An Baoqing thought it was Wen Liang's classmate, and said humbly: "It's a small matter. If I can't even do such a small thing, Young Master Wen would have scolded me to death."
Tan Yu had seen Wen Liang's show before, so she was not surprised. But when she heard Bemi's look at Wen Liang, she looked around the car curiously. Although she didn't understand much, she knew that this car was much better than the Santana that Yuan Shaojie and his friends often boasted about.
Wen Liang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and asked, "It's been more than a month. Can the plaster be removed now?"
"It can be removed this week. The doctor said it's healing well, so there shouldn't be any problems."
"That's good," Wen Liang said with a smile, "We have to compete with No. 19 Middle School for the New Year's Eve party. I plan to arrange a few programs to participate in the preliminary selection of No. 1 Middle School. I can't do it without you."
Tan Yu was also a playful person, and he was delighted when he heard this, "Great! My arm has been in a splinter for dozens of days, and I'm mocked by my classmates as a third-level disabled person every day. I can use this party to prove to everyone that I am disabled but strong-willed, and I'm still so brave and good at fighting."
Wen Liang laughed out loud and was about to make a joke, but was interrupted by Beimi: "Let's arrange the program. Can I be included?"
Originally, they were just reminiscing about the past, but this girl made them feel as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a fly. Wen Liang said calmly, "Okay, what's the problem? I'll show you the script some other day and you can choose a role yourself."
"Ah? There's a script?" Tan Yu was a little dumbfounded. Beimi couldn't sing or dance. To put it nicely, she lacked artistic talent. To put it bluntly, her cerebellum and cerebrum were not well developed. He couldn't let her ruin Wen Liang's work. "How can this be? Brother Wen, please don't..."
"Why not?" Beimi covered Tan Yu's mouth with a coquettish look, raised her chin to Wen Liang, and said, "You have good taste. Just wait and see. I will definitely surprise you."
Wen Liang smiled without saying anything. An Baoqing stepped on the accelerator and the Land Rover started instantly, roaring away in the No. 1 Middle School campus that had turned into a swamp.
Wen Liang originally planned to send Beimi home first, and then chat with Tan Yu, but the traffic jam in the city was too severe today, and they turned around and arrived at Tan Yu's neighborhood first. After a few instructions, Tan Yu got off the car and went home first. Watching his back disappear in the stairwell, Beimi chuckled, patted Wen Liang's shoulder from behind, and laid his head on the back seat, his mouth almost touching Wen Liang's ear, and whispered: "Wen Liang, take me out to play."
Wen Liang didn't even turn his head. His attitude was a light year different from Tan Yu's. He closed his eyes and said calmly, "Sit back!"
Beimi hit a snag and leaned against the window to watch the rain outside. Less than two minutes later, he asked again, "This car must be worth hundreds of thousands. Is it yours? Is this driver your personal driver?"
"How high of an official must your father be to be so rich..."
"How did you get to know Tan Yu? You have such a good relationship with him. I heard him say that you saved his sister's life?"
…
Regardless of whether there was a response or not, Beimi seemed to have recognized a truth, that is, if he didn't get angry with you, he would be annoyed to death. Wen Liang sighed helplessly, turned his head, and said with a half-smile on his face, "It's raining so hard, aren't you in a hurry to go home?"
Hearing Wen Liang's tone of voice showing signs of softening, Beimi was secretly proud of himself. Wasn't he pretending just now? It turns out he's no different from Yuan Shaojie's gang of stinky boys. He held his chin with his hand and said distressedly, "What's the point of going home? It's vacation time anyway, why don't you take me out to broaden my horizons... By the way, I heard that you have a lot of wild relationships outside and have contacts with gangsters in society. Do they really hack people with knives every day and rape women?"
Hearing a little girl of this age say the words "rape a woman" nonchalantly, not only did Wen Liang almost vomit blood, even An Baoqing's hands holding the steering wheel could not help but tremble.
"Where did you hear all this nonsense?"
Bemi's eyes widened immediately and he said, "Why, they can rape, but I can't say anything? 'Rape' isn't a Chinese character, it's not something the teacher taught us in class, can we only learn it but not use it? You're such a hypocrite!"
Seeing this posture, it was quite like "A monk can touch it, but a poor Taoist cannot?" Wen Liang was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, so he closed his eyes again and leaned back in his seat. Beimi asked a few more questions, but when Wen Liang ignored her, he sat back with a pout. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he raised his foot and kicked hard on the back of the front seat.
This is a true case of being shot even when lying down. Wen Liang frowned and asked, "What's wrong now?"
Perhaps because Wen Liang's disdainful tone touched a sore spot, Bemi's eyes instantly turned red. He raised his right hand, pointed at Wen Liang and shouted, "I know, you've always looked down on me, haven't you? You've always been cursing me in your heart, haven't you? What's so great about that? You just have a father who is an official, what's so great about that! Aren't you just like those stinky boys, pretending to be serious on the surface, but secretly being more disgusting than the other, secretly staring at girls' breasts and butts? You look down on me, let me tell you, I can't even bother to look at you!"
After waiting quietly for her to finish, Wenliang said calmly: "Student Beimi, whether I look down on you is irrelevant. What's important is whether you can look down on yourself!"
He turned his head, stared into Bemi's eyes, and said, "Girls must first love themselves, and then have self-respect. Only with self-respect can others respect you. How you like to behave is your business. I don't have the time to care, nor do I have the curiosity to care..."
"Self-love, self-respect? Ha," Bemi sneered, "Why didn't you stinky boys talk about self-love when you were desperately chasing me? Why didn't you talk about self-respect when you coaxed me into bed? You dumped me when you got tired of playing with me, and who took pity on me when I cried and begged? Do they have self-love and self-respect? And you, Wen Liang, why are you pretending to be a gentleman? Everyone in Qingyi Middle School knows that you have eaten what's in the bowl and you're still taking what's in the pot? Yes, I don't love myself, but what about you? You hang out with three girls at the same time. How much better are you than me?"
"So I didn't say I was a good person." Wen Liang naturally didn't explain that my hanging out was different from yours. He smiled and said, "Since we are all comrades, can you please do me a favor..."
Bemi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "What help?"
"Stay away from him!"
Wen Liang said sincerely, "You think love is a game, and maybe you think the guys around you are idiots, or you think it's wonderful to be admired by everyone. This is all your freedom. But I want to tell you one thing, Tan Yu, he can't afford to play your game. Since he has really liked you for the past six months, let him go!"
Beimi was completely stunned. After a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "I understand. So you agreed to take me for a ride today just to say these words. Good, that's great. It's great that Tan Yu has a good friend like you!"
She slowly stopped laughing, tears began to fall from her eyes. She moved her head forward a few inches, and could hear Wenliang's breathing as she said word by word, "He likes me, it's none of your business! Stop the car!"
As soon as the Land Rover pulled over, Bemi opened the door and rushed into the rain. The girl's body obviously couldn't withstand such bad weather. She fell into the water after taking only two steps, but she immediately got up and staggered deeper into the street.
An Baoqing had been silent all the way, and only then did he whisper, "Do you want to bring her back?"
Wen Liang sighed and said, "It's not far from her home, just a few steps away, let her go. Brother Jiu, don't you think I shouldn't get involved in such matters? It's hard to tell between a man and a woman!"
Minister An Bao thought about it carefully and said, "Do you want me to send someone to talk to this girl?"
"Come on!"
Wen Liang waved his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Consulting An Baoqing about the emotional problems of boys and girls is simply like leaving the light on in the toilet - seeking death!
It only takes half an hour to drive to the Great World, but today it took two hours. Fortunately, there was no danger along the way. Wen Liang entered the private room, took the towel handed by the waiter, wiped his body, and asked, "Do you know Qu Donghai from Guanshan Jinlong Industrial?"
The last time we went to Guanshan to register Yijun Company, we relied on the relationship of this boss Qu. Ye Zhiwei, a subordinate of An Baoqing, went with us. He naturally knew about it and nodded, "We have met once or twice, but we are not close. If you hadn't gone to Guanshan last time, I wouldn't have known that Zuo Ju was friends with him."
"It's good to know him! I talked to Qu Donghai last night. Jinlong has a big business and a wide range of contacts. They will urgently import a batch of supplies from other provinces. You can receive them in the name of the new company, and then cooperate with the civil affairs department of Qingzhou to use them for disaster relief and post-disaster reconstruction..."
"Disaster relief?" Minister An Bao asked doubtfully, "It's just a rain. Is it really that serious?"
Wen Liang walked to the French window, opened the curtains and looked at the heavy rain outside, and said: "It is because everyone thinks so that it is more serious than imagined. Brother Jiu, this matter must be done well. The prices of various disaster relief supplies must be reasonable. It doesn't matter if we donate a little at a loss, but we must remember that we are not trying to make money from the national disaster, but to build a good relationship with the government and establish a good corporate image among the people... In addition, you should personally take part in the disaster relief work in Yishan, and it doesn't matter if you appear in the media and on TV a few more times. Although Yang and his party are here, building a luxury hotel next to the memorial hall will hinder public opinion after all. This is a good opportunity. You should go to Yishan more often, and you will encounter less resistance in the future..."
An Baoqing was glad to learn from him. Wen Liang took out his cell phone and dialed the number, saying, "Mr. Qu, this is Wen Liang, hello... Yes, can it arrive tonight? Can it be sent directly by car? OK, OK, thank you very much..."
A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Why thank you for such a small thing! But, Brother Wen, you really have to listen to me. You can't just think of these opportunistic ways to do business. If you bet right, it's fine, but if the rain stops today, won't all the goods be in your hands? Although it's not much money, it's hurt after all!"
Even now, many people still don't believe that this rain can cause much damage to Jiangdong. Wen Liang is unable to convince everyone, so he can only smile bitterly and say, "I understand. I appreciate Mr. Qu's kindness. Let's go to Guanshan for tea when we have time!"
After hanging up the phone, Wen Liang folded his arms, stood in front of the window and fell into deep thought. What was his father doing at this moment? Was he in danger? Would anything happen
I just want to do my best and leave the rest to fate, and have a clear conscience! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)