When receiving Mingyao's message, Wen Jing was socializing with her father Wen Hongguang at a dinner party.
The wine table was filled with people drinking and drinking, and the people present were all famous and status figures.
At his age, the Wen family's resources and connections will gradually come into contact with and transfer to Wen Jing, paving the way for him in the future.
Although Wen Jing doesn't like such occasions, he also understands that these things are the responsibilities and obligations he has to bear as a human being in this life and cannot be easily dismissed.
-[Brother, I went to your apartment and bought you a gift. ]
Looking at the information displayed on the phone and the gloomy and cloudy weather outside, Wen Jing frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Wen Hongguang noticed his movements.
Wen Jing explained the situation to Wen Hongguang truthfully.
"Oh, it turns out it's your little girlfriend here, so you should go first. We're almost finished eating anyway."
Wen Hongguang had just drank a lot of wine, and now his face was reddish. He was leaning on the back of the chair and smoking, with a teasing tone in his voice.
Wen Jing stood up with a serious expression:
"Mingyao is not my girlfriend."
Wen Hongguang looked at Wen Jing's back and chuckled, why is his girlfriend so anxious?
...
The place where they ate was a famous restaurant in the city with a long and winding corridor.
The sky was gloomy and it was gradually raining.
Wen Jing quickened her pace and accidentally collided with a waitress carrying a tray at the corner.
The tray tilted and the teapot on it was about to fall to the ground and break into pieces. The waitress couldn't help but exclaimed.
Everything in this high-end restaurant is valuable, and the teapot is a specially customized purple clay teapot. During the training, the manager specifically emphasized that if it breaks, the service staff will have to bear the loss.
At this moment, a hand caught the teapot and quickly placed it on the tray, preventing it from being shattered into pieces.
The waiter couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you..."
His eyes moved upward, and when he saw the boy's cold and three-dimensional profile, his voice gradually stopped and his eyes were a little dazed.
She didn't expect that the customer who saved her from loss was so good-looking...
After Wen Jing confirmed that the other party was okay, she continued to walk towards the door.
Only the waitress was left in a daze.
...
After graduating from high school, Fang Lan gave Wen Jing an apartment.
The geographical location is superior, the environment is quiet, and each apartment has one staircase. He often comes to stay, and Mingyao also visits several times.
The place to eat was a little far away from the apartment. By the time Wen Jing rushed back, the rain was already getting heavier.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator door, he saw a white figure, with a delicate fragrance, falling softly into his arms.
"elder brother......"
Mingyao raised her head slightly, her long hair was wet from the rain, and a few strands stuck to her face, making her white porcelain cheeks look even more pitiful.
The two were very close, their breaths blended together, and Wen Jing could see his own shadow in her clear pupils.
"Why are you getting caught in the rain?" Wen Jing lowered his eyes and did not avoid her, nor did he hold her in his arms.
"It wasn't raining when I went out. Who knew it would be raining hard after a while..."
The girl murmured softly and brushed her hair with her thin white hands.
On the slender shoulders, the white fabric became translucent due to being stained with water, and the light blue thin strips inside were vaguely exposed in front of her eyes, but the girl didn't notice it at all.
Wen Jing immediately looked away, took a step back, turned around, fingerprinted the lock, and opened the door.
"come in."
The girl looked at Wen Jing's stiff back, a smile flashed in her almond-shaped eyes, and then she followed him lightly.
The house is large and spacious, but the decoration is not luxurious and there are very few furnishings. It looks extremely deserted.
In his previous life, Wen Jing was like an ascetic. Even after he became a world-famous great monk, he still lived in a corner of Guiyuan Temple, fetching water, chopping firewood, and having tea and light meals every day.
"Brother, can I borrow your bathroom to take a bath? I'm worried that I'll catch a cold after getting wet in the rain..."
The girl made the request timidly, as if she was a little embarrassed. She held the hem of her skirt with her little hands and her face turned slightly red.
Wen Jing thought that her weak and slender body might really get sick if she got caught in the rain, so she responded coldly: "Yes."
Mingyao entered the guest room's bathroom with a brand new towel.
The room was quiet, and you could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom, interspersed with a few sweet cries of "It's so cold..."
Wen Jing closed her eyes, stood up, and found a book from the bookshelf to read.
Wen Jing was very focused when she was reading. For a moment, she lost her mind and fell into the fragrance of ink.
But before he read a few pages, he was startled by the sudden sound of a hard object colliding from the bathroom. He quickly stood up and walked to the bathroom door, asking in a deep voice:
"What’s wrong with you?"
"...I-I slipped...it hurts..."
A thin voice came from the bathroom, which seemed to be crying.
"Can you still stand up?"
"...it doesn't seem possible...brother..."
The girl whimpered and seemed to be in great pain.
Wen Jing frowned, put her hand on the doorknob, and gently pushed the door open.
The mist inside the room was steaming, and the floor was covered with white ceramic tiles, but the fine porcelain couldn't compare to the girl's jade-white skin that was dazzling.
The girl's hair was spread around her body, half-covered. Because it has just been soaked in hot water, the fair and soft skin has a faint pink color.
"Brother, my foot hurts so much, it seems to be twisted..."
The girl bit her teeth lightly and asked him for help with tears in her eyes. Her body was weak and boneless and she sat on the ground.
Almost instantly, Wen Jing remembered the situation when the rabbit transformed in his previous life.
The newly grown-up rabbit couldn't walk yet. She fell to the ground as soon as she got out of bed, begging him not to drive her away...
It gradually overlapped with her current appearance.
Spanning two lives and being a human being for more than ten years, he is still so fragile and does not need others to worry about him all the time.
What a useless stupid rabbit.
Wen Jing closed his eyes, his ears seemed to be a little red because of the steam in the bathroom.
His senses were sharp, and he wrapped his eyes around the girl's body in a large, soft towel, carried her out of the bathroom, put her on the sofa, and then took out a new dark T-shirt from his closet.
"Put it on."
His eyes were still closed, and he didn't open them until he heard the rustling sound of dressing disappear.
A loose solid-color T-shirt was put on the slender girl's body, and the hem hung directly to her thighs.
Wen Jing sat down and wanted to check the injury to the girl's ankle.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he heard Mingyao cry out, "Brother, what's wrong with your hand?"
his hand?
Wen Jing opened her palms and saw red marks on several fingers, showing a little itchiness.
After thinking for a moment, I realized that I might have been burned by the heat of the teapot when I caught it at the hotel.
Wen Jing didn't pay much attention to this small injury, but the girl's eyes were red and sparkling, as if the injury had burned her body.
"Brother, do you have any burn ointment at home? Let me apply some for you."
"......No."
Wen Jing's voice was a little dull. Where would such an injury need any medicine?
The girl looked a little disapproving, lowered her head, held one of his hands with her two tender hands, and gently blew air on the wound with her red lips.
Wen Jing's expression froze and she quickly pulled her hand back.
In his heart, he felt that this situation was a bit weird, but he couldn't put it into words.
