He Mingyu looked down at the "thing" at his feet and bent down to pick it up. She didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and pressed her finger on the switch. In the next second, there was a sound of pushing, and the rhythm could be fast or slow.
Seeing this, Wen Hanxi raised her hand to cover her face, oh my god, I really can't see anyone.
He Mingyu approached her with it, and stood in front of her, with sparkling eyes, twitching the corner of his lower lip, "Why? Want to try?"
Wen Hanxi shook her head: "No, it's not me..."
He Mingyu clasped her waist and hugged her, with a low tone, "Mrs. He thinks I can't satisfy you?"
"..."
"Still want to play new tricks?"
"..."
"Anyway, it's still early, so let's play together."
"..."
Before Wen Hanxi finished a complete sentence, He Mingyu pushed her against the wall. The man's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to roast her.
She was defeated in the heat wave, unable to speak, and could only make a whimpering sound, interspersed with intermittent begging for mercy.
"No, no more..."
There were fine beads of sweat on He Mingyu's forehead, his eyes were red, and the fingertips holding her waist were slightly sunken, exhaling lightly, and whispering in his ear: "Don't worry, it's still early."
Wen Hanxi met his gaze, her watery eyes were full of light, her red lips were slightly parted, and she said softly like a kitten scratching someone: "No, I won't come."
He Mingyu bit her earlobe, and said in a deep voice, "You don't want to try the ones you bought?"
Wen Hanxi bit her lower lip with trembling eyelashes and shook her head.
He Mingyu insisted, "Try."
"..."
"I'd love to hear your voice too."
"..."
Wen Hanxi came down from the cloud, feeling sore all over her body, she no longer dared to look directly at the "things" on the dressing table, let alone someone's smug expression.
He Mingyu put on her shirt and fastened her belt, and in the blink of an eye she became that reserved and dignified man again. He bent over and approached her with his chin on her shoulder, "I'll take you to wash up."
Wen Hanxi didn't shirk this time, she obediently put her arms on his shoulders, hooked his neck, and went to the bathroom together.
A very beautiful face appeared on the huge mirror, with blushing cheeks, slightly raised eye tails, and sparkling pupils, a casual glance could charm people's souls away.
He Mingyu put her on the glazed table, grabbed the back of her neck and called out, "Little fairy."
Wen Hanxi's body trembled, and her arms rested between the two, "I really can't do it again."
Her waist is about to break.
He Mingyu smiled, took the opportunity to steal some incense, and said with a drawn-out voice, "I'll forgive you today."
The implication: continue later.
Wen Hanxi: ...
Are you not tired
She didn't dare to ask, for fear of provoking a new round of "attempts" from him.
It took an hour to wash and make up, and when we arrived at the He family's old house, it was exactly eleven o'clock, and there were not too many people invited, just a simple gathering of relatives and friends.
He Mingyu answered the phone just before entering the door, Wen Hanxi didn't wait for him, and entered the door with a gift.
Seeing this, the servant rushed up to greet her, and said respectfully, "Hi, Young Madam."
Wen Hanxi nodded, and walked forward along the gravel road. She heard talking and laughing in the living room from a distance, and she looked sideways at the servant.
The servant said, "It's the daughter and the master of the family."
To put it bluntly, it was Wen Hui and Father Wen.
Wen Hanxi frowned slightly, then let go, and asked expressionlessly: "When did they come?"
"It's been a while." The servant said with a smile, "Miss-in-law is really kind and kind, and made the master and wife very happy."
Beautiful and kind
Ah.
Wen Hanxi straightened her chest and went up the steps holding her skirt.
"Uncle, you are really getting younger and younger. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are forty." Wen Hui smiled and said, "And so is Auntie. If we go out together, everyone will definitely say that you are my sister."
"Haha." Mrs. He laughed, "Xiaohui's mouth is so sweet, you are lucky, my in-laws."
Father Wen put down his teacup and said modestly: "Xiaohui is really a good kid, obedient, sensible, and well-behaved. It's a pity that Mingyu is the only son in the He family. If he has a brother or something, I still want to be your in-law."
"Just kidding." Mrs. He laughed heartily, "In our family, Xixi is enough. Xiaohui is so obedient, she must find someone who is more suitable for her."
"The children of the He family are not good, they are all spoiled, and Xiaohui cannot be wronged."
Madam He changed the topic calmly, pouted, "Drink tea, drink tea."
"Brother Wen, come." Old Mr. He picked up the teacup.
Father Wen took a look at Wen Hui, and said with a smile on his face, "Please."
When Wen Hui heard this, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The next second, she put down her skirt, pushed the door and walked in.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Wen Hui turned her head to look backward, her eyes fell on Wen Hanxi, her eyes changed slightly, and then returned to normal in an instant.
She stood up, walked forward slowly, and greeted like a hostess: "Xixi is here, why is it so late?"
Wen Hanxi looked at her with a smile, eyes full of smiles, "Is it late?"
Mrs. He smiled, "It's not too late, it's not too late, Xixi is busy with work all day, we are already very happy to be here."
She waved her hand, "Xixi, sit here with mom."
Mrs. He really loves Wen Hanxi. After seeing her, the smile on her face never faded. She held her hand and kept asking, "Are you tired?"
"Is there anything uncomfortable?"
"Is there anything you want to eat?"
He was so busy asking about his health that he forgot about Wen Hui who was standing a few steps away.
With her back to them, Wen Hui's face was as dark as a dark night, and a condensed light flashed in her eyes, but she concealed it very well. When she turned around, it had disappeared and was replaced by a light smile.
"Xixi, what a blessing to meet a mother-in-law like my aunt."
The tone of the speech was sour, "I'm so envious."
She said this on purpose in order to attract Mrs. He's attention, who knows that Mrs. He's all thoughts are on Wen Hanxi.
She didn't hear what Wen Hui said at all.
"Xixi, Aunt Wang made your favorite soup, drink more later." Mrs. He said.
Wen Hanxi replied softly: "Okay."
Mr. He smiled at the side, "Brother Wen, did you see, as long as these two girls meet, we have nothing to do with them at all."
Father Wen smiled and said: "Xixi is lucky to marry into the He family. This child is spoiled by me and can't do anything. You have to take care of me."
On the surface, it was his modest expression, but in fact, that was what he thought.
Wen Hanxi can't even match Wen Hui with a single finger.
It would have been great if Wen Hui had married into the He family.
Father Wen looked at Wen Hanxi, his eyes gradually dimmed, and suddenly felt that Wen Hui's previous proposal was feasible.
As long as she enters the He family, the Wen family will definitely be better than it is now, and the Wen family group will not go bankrupt.
Wen Hanxi took the gift from the servant and walked up to Mr. He, "Dad, happy birthday."
Mr. He took it with a smile, "Okay."
Wen Hui interjected, "Xixi, what did you give me? The box looks old. Could it be an old thing?"
Those who make waves cannot rest for a moment.
Father Wen coughed softly, "Xixi, today is your father-in-law's birthday, where did you get all these miscellaneous things, this child, the older he gets, the less sensible he gets."
Wen Hui: "Dad, don't blame Xixi, as long as she is too busy, she doesn't have time to choose gifts carefully, unlike me, who started preparing a few months ago."
Wen Huicha said a lot of tea words, which seemed to be persuading, but was actually lighting a fire.
Father Wen cooperated with her to play the oboe, which was so seamless that it made people want to clap their hands and applaud.
Wen Hanxi ignored them, eyes curled up, and a faint smile on her face: "Dad, open it and have a look."
Mr. He opened it, and there was a picture scroll in the box. The moment the picture scroll was unfolded, Wen Hui's face turned green. She thought that Wen Hanxi was busy with shooting and had no time to choose gifts, but she chose the most suitable one.
Lao He always has a hobby of collecting antique calligraphy and paintings, and what Wen Hanxi sent is a famous painting, which is hard to find.
Mr. He couldn't see his eyes when he smiled, "Xixi, thank you, Dad likes it very much."
Turning to Father Wen, he said, "Brother Wen, you raised a good girl."
Wen Hui's face was as dark as a dark cloud passing through.
She was pissed off.
Wen Hanxi didn't look at her, and replied obediently: "As long as you like it."
"I like it, I like it, of course I like it." Mrs. He stepped forward and said with a smile, "If you add a baby to the He family, your dad and I would like it better."
Wen Hanxi blushed and did not speak, she glanced at Wen Hui out of the corner of her eye, and saw her fingers stirring the hem of her clothes, looking in a bad mood.
Wen Hanxi smiled provocatively at her.
Wen Hui was even angrier.
But due to the presence of He's family, she had no choice but to bear it, her gaze drifted outside, and a tall and tall figure slowly approached, with a smile on her lips, she said softly, "Mingyu."
This title is not appropriate according to the status.
Mrs. He and Mr. He looked at each other, and then they both looked at Wen Hanxi.
Wen Hanxi watched intently, she really wanted to know what He Mingyu would do
He Mingyu nodded lightly at Father Wen, as if he didn't hear Wen Hui's words, he walked straight to Wen Hanxi, held her hand, and said softly, "Hands are so cold."
Wen Hanxi is afraid of the cold, her hands and feet are cold in winter, but today is not too cold, she shrank her fingers and signaled him to let go.
He Mingyu looked at her tenderly, the light in his eyes shone on her body, regardless of her struggle, put her hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, and then slowly raised his head.
In front of everyone, he said in a low voice, "Miss Wen, please call me Mr. He."
He is always what outsiders call He Mingyu, showing alienation and awe.
After hearing this, Wen Hui involuntarily took two steps back, and her face became very pale.
Far-fetched: "Mingyu, you—"
He Mingyu said loudly, "Call me Mr. He."
"He, Mr. He." Wen Hui called out timidly.
Father Wen looked embarrassed, wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so he could only bear it.
At this time, the servant came, "Ma'am, lunch is ready."
Mrs. He stood up to smooth things over, "Let's go, let's stop chatting and go eat."
During the meal, He Mingyu kept bringing food to Wen Hanxi, Madam He happily thought, is she going to be a grandma soon
good.
very nice.
Wen Hui doesn't know the taste of food.
Father Wen forced a smile on his face, and kept cursing in his heart: Xixi, this stinky girl, he will definitely give her a good look!
Wen Hanxi's good looks haven't arrived yet, but Wen Hui's has arrived first.
After the meal, everyone was sitting in the living room drinking tea, Wen Hanxi accidentally soiled her fingers, and He Mingyu got up to find a tissue when she saw this.
He left with his front foot, and Wen Hui left with his back foot.
Wen Hanxi looked at their backs, and also stood up, "Mom, you talk, I'll go upstairs to get something."
Wen Hui walked up to He Mingyu in a few steps, and swallowed: "Ming, Mingyu."
There was no longer a trace of a smile on He Mingyu's face, as if he had come out of an ice cellar, he repeated with cold eyes: "Is Miss Wen deaf?"
"Um?"
"Call me Mr. He."
"Mingyu, we don't need to call our relationship like this." She moved a little bit, and slowly stretched out her hand.
He Mingyu looked at her condescendingly, and said coldly, "Are we related?"
Wen Hui looked left and right, saw no one was coming, she was heartbroken, and boldly said: "Mingyu, I like you."
He Mingyu's complexion darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, his deep eyes were dyed with ink, and the words he spoke were like swords, piercing fiercely into her heart.
"like me?"
"You deserve it too!"
Wen Hui trembled her lips: "I..."
He Mingyu: "Get lost—"
"Pfft." Wen Hanxi chuckled from behind, "Sorry to bother you."
He Mingyu stopped looking for tissues, walked over, pinched her earlobe, and asked lightly, "Is it fun?"