The infatuated president is too difficult to deal with

Wang Tianle watched her mother leave, and then watched the door being closed, her little mouth was pouted high, with an expression of displeasure.

"You villain, I won't tell you a story!" She walked to the chair opposite the bed, climbed up and sat down, swinging her legs.

"What's your name?" Zhang Wenye asked.

He also didn't know why he asked her to stay, maybe it was because she hurt his leg and wanted her to stay and run errands as compensation, or maybe it was because her attitude just now was so bad that she actually put herself Leave it behind, wanting to take revenge on her a little bit.

In short, he kept her to be his leg and help him with things, and he couldn't let her be idle.

"I don't want to tell you, you are the one who abducted 'Qiaoqiu', you are a bad person!" In the eyes of a four-year-old girl, his behavior is bad, so she has already identified him as a bad person.

Zhang Wenye sighed heavily, and stared at her with a frown. Which eye of this girl saw the dog he abducted?

"I didn't 'abduct' your dog! It came here by itself." He specially emphasized the word 'abduct'.

"'Qiaoqiu' likes Lele the most, so it won't run away by itself." She jumped off the chair all of a sudden, with her big eyes blinking suddenly, she firmly rejected his words.

"I told you everything, believe it or not." Zhang Wenye was very angry about her attitude. She would rather choose to believe in a dog than herself, which is too hurtful.

Wang Tianle looked at him, pouted her lips, and did not refute.

Time passed bit by bit, but the air in the room seemed to be stagnant, which made Wang Tianle feel stuffy. She wanted to go home, to find her mother, and to find her father. She didn't want to look at this bad guy's stinky face here.

Blinking her foggy eyes, she couldn't see clearly the expression of the person lying on the bed, but she felt that he seemed to be looking at her, and she pretended to be strong and turned her face away, not wanting him to find out how sad she was.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you crying? Hiss..." Zhang Wenye saw that she turned her face to the other side, unable to see the expression on her face, and wanted to move her body forward to see if she was crying. But he accidentally touched his leg, and a burst of pain hit him, which made him gasp.

"That's not true, don't worry about it!" The little girl didn't appreciate his concern at all, and her attitude was very tough.

"My leg hurts, come and help me look!" Zhang Wenye narrowed his eyes slightly, like a little fox.

"I don't want it, you're a liar!" No matter what he said, she firmly believed that he was a 'bad guy'.

"My leg is broken. If you don't believe me, come and take a look. If it wasn't for me, you would be the one lying on the bed now. Also, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, how many times do you want me to tell you, your only one The dog came to my yard by itself, I didn't get it here." Is this girl really a four or five-year-old child?Why so many hearts.

"Really?" Wang Tianle turned her head, her clear eyes were like a puddle of clear spring.

"You'll know if it's true if you take a look." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't find it unless he looked carefully.

Wang Tianle came over dubiously, fixed her eyes on his tightly bound leg, just stretched out her hand in mid-air and then retracted it, looking timid.

"Touch and see, there is a layer of plaster on the outside, very hard." Zhang Wenye grabbed her hand, and in her astonishment, he put his hand on the thick plaster and stroked it gently.

"Really, why did you make your legs like this? Are your legs broken? Will you never be able to walk again?" She thought of those people in wheelchairs she had seen on TV before. Could it be that they Will be like them in the future?Thinking of this, the little girl's eyes filled with tears again.

Zhang Wenye watched her reaction without blinking his eyes, raised his eyebrows, curled his mouth, and let out a "hmm".

"Wow..." Wang Tianle was so frightened that she lay down beside his bed and began to cry.

Hearing her cry, Zhang Wenye began to regret the prank he played on the spur of the moment. He frowned and comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry..."

Girls are troublesome and cry at every turn.

"It's all my fault... woo woo... I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, woo..." Wang Tianle looked at him with tears in her eyes, choking intermittently.

"Well, it's good to know that I was wrong. You see, I have become like this because of you. Should you do something for me?" Zhang Wenye looked at Wang Tianle with his arms folded, looking like an adult.

Zhang Wenye has learned a lot under the influence of his father since he was a child, and his personality is more mature and stable than ordinary children.If things like today were placed on an ordinary seven-year-old child, he would have burst into tears a long time ago, but he didn't cry from the beginning to the end. In his mind, he wanted to be like what his father said, even if A man who bleeds but cannot shed tears.

"Well, let me tell you a story, brother." Wiping away her tears indiscriminately, Wang Tianle remembered what her mother said before she left.

"Come here." Zhang Wenye took her hand and brought it to his side.

She stood there obediently, with a pair of big hazy eyes open.

Zhang Wenye took out a tissue on the side, and gently wiped the tears on her face, but said bluntly, "It's so ugly, don't cry in the future."

"Yeah" the little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Tell me a story first, what stories do you tell?" He pulled her to sit beside him and stared at her.

She is quite cute when she is not crying, just like a doll in a toy store, with big black eyes, a round pink face, neat bangs, and two braids.

"Well, I'll talk about Snow White, Cinderella, the Daughter of the Sea, the little match girl..."

"Wait, is there anything else besides these?" He didn't like these stories because they were all little girls when he was three years old.

"Also, Thumbelina..."

"Stop! I mean is there anything else besides girls and princesses?"

"Oh, let me think about it, don't you like it? I like these stories the most, and my mother tells them to me every night!" She couldn't understand why he didn't listen to such a beautiful story. "Ah, I thought of it." She smiled happily. "The story of "The Three Little Pigs" is also very good!"

Zhang Wenye let out a heavy breath, he wanted to say: Can you stop telling such a mentally handicapped story?

"What's the matter, you don't like it?" She felt wronged, these stories are her favorite, how could he not like them!
"No, I like it very much, you are not allowed to cry!" Zhang Wenye was afraid when he saw her flattened mouth, and she cried every now and then. "I just had a leg pain, well, tell me!"

"I'm sorry." When she heard that his leg was hurting, she felt a little more guilty.

"If you dare to cry, I will never forgive you." Seeing that she was about to cry again, he even used threats.

"Well, I don't cry, I don't cry." She sniffed, looking aggrieved.

"Let's tell a story, just the "Three Little Pigs", I want to hear it now." Her appearance made him want to protect her.

"Well, the story of "The Three Little Pigs" is about three little pigs!" She explained for him, as if she was afraid that he would not understand.

He gave a perfunctory "hmm".

"Once upon a time, there was a mother pig who gave birth to three baby pigs..."

On a spring morning, the sun shines through the windows into every corner of the room. The little girl is telling stories with vigor and vigor, and even dances and gestures when it comes to emotions. The boy lying on the bed listens intently, talking about With a warm smile.

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Following Zhang Wenye's narration, Wang Tianle remembered what happened at that time and thought of him.The little brother who broke his leg because of her, has become a frequent visitor to their house since that day, and would run over to tell him stories every day.

She still remembered that it was probably one summer evening when she came back from school to look for him, but she couldn't knock on the door of his house. It was useless for her to find her mother. Where it went, no one knows.

"I went to your house to look for you after school that day, but I couldn't knock on the door." She leaned in his arms, a little aggrieved.

He left without telling her in advance, causing her to cry for a long time.

"I only found out before I left. I asked my mother to tell you at your house, but you went to school and there was no one at home. I left you a note. Didn't you receive it?"

"No." Maybe she was just so sad that she didn't notice it.

Suddenly, she thought of something, raised her head, said with a smug smile, "Hey, do you mean to say that you fell in love with me at that time?"

"Well, to be correct, I should be frightened by your tears, how can you cry so much!" She stretched out her finger and tapped on her forehead with a smile on her face.

"What!" She pretended to be angry and was about to leave his arms, but was hugged tightly by him, pretending to be angry. "Then how did you recognize me on the university campus?" She didn't believe in God's will.

"Your face, except that it's a circle bigger than the one in my impression, hasn't changed at all." He smiled slightly, and rubbed his face against her hair.

"It's a circle bigger than the face in the impression, nothing changed?" She frowned and repeated his words. "You mean I'm fatter than when I was a child?" Pouted unhappily and glared at him.

She remembered that when she was a child, her face was round and round like a steamed stuffed bun.Bigger than back then, is he that fat?
"Haha... I didn't mean that." He laughed happily because of her words.

In fact, after returning to City Y, he went to No. 55 Tonghua Road to look for her, but she had already moved.Afterwards, he kept inquiring about her, and finally found her name in the freshman list in his junior year, which made him look forward to and fear at the same time.

He was looking forward to the reunion with her more than ten years later, fearing that she had already forgotten herself, after all, she was only four years old at that time.