After entering the door, she looked at the extra pair of men's expensive leather shoes in the shoe cabinet and paused slightly.
She silently put on her slippers and walked to the room. The smell of cheap perfume floated in the air. The door of the other bedroom was closed tightly, and from time to time, a woman's charming screams could be heard.
The man's heavy breathing was accompanied by excitement, and the creaking and shaking of the bed became more violent.
There is a shiny men's crocodile leather bag on the table in the living room, with a shiny Rolex men's watch hanging on it. Next to it is a bag of expensive skin care products and several LV bags.
The veins on Wen Ying's forehead popped. She grabbed the things on the table expressionlessly, opened the window, and threw them all out.
There was a loud bang across the dead night sky, and it fell accurately into the trash can downstairs.
She closed the door coldly, locked it, and buried her body in the quilt, her delicate and cold brows full of exhaustion.
At 10:30, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang suddenly.
A few seconds later.
She sat up as if she had thought of something again, quickly opened the old laptop on the table, and started writing for the advertising company's public account she had found not long ago.
There was an expected banging on the door.
The man cursed angrily: "Little bastard, who told you to throw away all the things I bought?"
"Do you know that's what I bought from your mother?!"
Wen Ying's whole body shivered, and she cautiously took out a fruit knife from under the pillow and held it tightly without answering.
Immediately, she vaguely heard Wen Miaorong's coquettish words of persuasion.
The man's curses gradually died down, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Wen Ying's heartbeat was beating like a drum. She put on her headphones and listened to a heavy metal electronic music song to gain courage, and her anxious heart gradually calmed down.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Miaorong sent a message that she would never forget in her life——
[If you keep smashing your new dad’s things and making him unhappy, move out as soon as possible. 】
Wen Ying raised the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating tone and replied, "As you wish."
When exiting WeChat, she accidentally slid into the chat interface with "Wynn" with her fingertips.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Ying accepted the transfer and simply replied "thank you" coldly.
Thank you on so many levels.
Over there, I didn’t reply for a long time.
I don’t know if I didn’t see it or if I just ignored it on purpose.
At night, she dreamed of the scene where she met Chen Jin for the first time.
At that time, she didn't have a good impression of Chen Jin.
It's not an exaggeration to say he was disgusted.
…
In early September, the sun was still blazing in Haishi, and the basketball court of Mingzhi High School was filled with excitement. The first-year high school students were in full swing playing a game against the sports college.
On the plastic playground, boys full of youthful vitality are running, jumping, and competing for basketballs.
"Damn, Chen Jin's long-range shot is so cool!"
"The yellow guy opposite is the ace of the sports academy. He can steal. What a fucking terrifying offense."
"Ah ah ah, you all get out of the way, blocking my view of his abs!"
"What a great face."
Wen Ying was pushed to the back row by the squabbling girls, so she simply found a shade to sit down, and looked calmly at the focus of the conversation in the crowd.
The young man wearing a black No. 11 jersey was sipping a bottle of ice water with his head tilted back, and clear water droplets dripped down his sharp Adam's apple.
Under his straight and strong waist, his abdominal muscles are tight and full of explosive power, and his whole body is full of energy.
Chen Jinyun gently threw the water away, and Wen Ying heard the clicking sound of candid shots coming from the front.
On the scoreboard next to it, there was a gap of more than 20 points in an instant, and Chen Jin alone contributed most of it.
The young man's eyes were dark, and he was teasing these athletes from the gym just like training a dog. He easily passed through several defenders and easily caught them with his long arms.
Uh-huh.
Another three-pointer went hollow into the net.
——It’s too exaggerated.
Wen Ying silently made a judgment in her heart.
"Why are you not excited at all? The nerds in our school have been tortured for several times. This is unprecedented! You are not interested in Chen Jin at all."
Sang Mian shook Wen Ying's arms excitedly and was amazed to see that she could still concentrate on memorizing English words.
"I heard that not only did he win numerous air rifle awards since he was a child, but he also recruited students independently and won many gold medals in national physics competitions."
"Such a genius is not even a sports student. Shooting is just the result of casual fun, and his grades have not fallen behind. Woohoo..."
"Why are the differences between people so big?"
Wen Ying listened silently and said nothing.
Everyone looks up to the sun and longs for sunshine.
But she felt that instead of chasing the sun, it would be better to become the top of a mountain and stand side by side with the giant sun.
Or become a perseverant gray shearwater, flying for weeks in a row and migrating across the entire Pacific Ocean, taking advantage of the situation to fill up your body with heat, just to drive away the cold and fly farther away.
Sang Mian was still dancing, and when Wen Ying suddenly stood up, her face turned pale and she almost lost her balance.
——Stomach trouble occurred again.
"To save money, you didn't eat breakfast, right?"
Sang Mian glared at her and helped her stand up, heading to the infirmary.
Sang Mian first went to the canteen and bought her a sandwich to satisfy her hunger. When the two of them walked slowly to the infirmary, someone was already sitting on the stool.
Wen Ying was startled when she met the arrogant and mocking black eyes under her eyebrows.
The game is over?
Chen Jin had one leg propped up on the ground and the other long leg resting loosely on the stool. His trouser leg was rolled over his knee and there was a deep bloodstain on it, as if he had been maliciously pushed to the ground.
The refreshing mint-lime fragrance invades.
"Zhang Mang's grandsons are too damn shady,"
The indignant boy next to him is named Pan Bo, who is Chen Jinfa's son and is also the son of his driver. "Forget about flopping and bumping into you three or four times. Is the referee blind or deaf?"
"Who calls us Brother Jin..."
Zhou Shiyan cynically leaned against the wall and said in a drawl, "It's so hot."
He noticed something strange about her body at a glance, but Chen Jin didn't move his seat. He looked at her bluntly and playfully: "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Ying was confused and pointed to her stomach.
He said "Oh", raised his thin double eyelid folds, leaned forward, and approached her curiously: "Are you menstruating?"
ill.
Wen Ying frowned.
Sang Mian looked at Wen Ying strangely, as if asking, when did you two know each other?
"...Hey, Yingying, why are you leaving!"
Chen Jin hooked his long legs and closed the door behind his back. The long legs on the stool were bent in front of her as he pleased, holding Wen Ying's slender body within a small distance of his.
She took a deep breath: "Don't do this."
"What kind?"
Chen Jin raised the corners of his lips slightly and lowered his chin, showing an indescribable wantonness. "Your lips are almost white as a wall. What if you faint and fall to the ground when you go out, causing congestion in the corridor?"
Wen Ying was so shocked by this man's bad behavior that she was speechless.
For the first time in her life, she sighed.
Some people just sit there and do nothing. Just the fluttering of two thin lips can make her blood pressure spike, which is always calm.
