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Chapter 11 Pets
Today is Sunday, originally there was no make-up class, but because Wen Xin'ai had an exam next Monday, Wen's father specially notified Song Zihe's father to ask Song Zihe to make up another class.

Last time, my father gave my mother a wad of money, saying that it was the money he gave people to make up lessons, and the bureau chief insisted on giving it to him, and this month he will be promoted to be the team leader of the guard, and his salary will be raised a little. He, why did he refuse to accept other people's computers last time, and it doesn't matter if he works hard and gets rewarded.

Song Zihe was noncommittal, maybe he was a bit more lofty, but at least he had confiscated other people's things before, and he was not under pressure. If he took other people's money, he had to go on time, and he had to get his favorite grades.

He didn't blame his father, because his father was not wrong, so this time he was asked to come over on Sunday, so he had to come here after breakfast.

Boys aged seventeen or eighteen can stand the coldest. Even though it is already winter and the temperature outside is already in single digits, Song Zihe is still wearing a light-colored sweater, a long army green coat, and his mother before leaving. A blue and white scarf stiffened around his neck.

Song Zihe who does not wear school uniform is different from usual, because the school uniform in autumn and winter is a suit, so Song Zihe always gives people a cold feeling, now wearing a long coat, the whole person is relaxed and comfortable, with a blue and white scarf around his neck It softly adhered to the resolute and handsome line of his chin, giving him a refined yet youthful air.

Song Zihe arrived on time, but Wen Xin'ai got up late because she was rushing to work on a Christmas gift yesterday and she always liked to sleep in.

She obviously didn't expect that Song Zihe was standing in the living room, wearing a large shirt with a KITTY pattern on his body, showing his thin white legs, wearing kitty-style fluffy slippers on his feet, messy hair, sleepy eyes, holding a Toothbrush, come out of the bathroom and ask mom where is her strawberry toothpaste?

She looked like a kitten dragged out to eat by someone, innocent and cute, even her voice was soft and vague, calling for her mother.

But this kind of drowsiness was immediately replaced by panic. He dropped his toothbrush on the floor and stared at Song Zihe like this. It took him a long time to react, and he ran back to the bathroom.

In such a situation, Song Zihe thought that he should turn away immediately, because although her shirt-style pajamas were very long, it did not cover much of the skin on her legs, but for some reason, she was so stunned, her eyes were so Looking at Wen Xin'ai's slender legs, fair skin, and pink fluffy slippers on his feet, he looked like a frightened rabbit. Before he could turn his eyes away, his face turned red, but he reacted, coughed, and turned his head away.

In fact, in summer, the streets are full of girls in revealing clothes. Wen Xin'ai like that is nothing. He frowned slightly, and tried to ignore it as much as possible. Fortunately, Wen's mother brought a few buns that the nanny had just bought, and stuffed them hot into Song Zihe's hands, "Zihe, didn't you have breakfast? Sit down and eat." , I'll help you get the milk."

Song Zihe was pushed aside with the buns. Father Wen came out of the room and smiled when he saw him. Mother Wen brought two cups of milk, one for Father Wen and one for Song Zihe. Song Zihe was thinking Said he had eaten, but Wen's father called him over to ask Wen Xinai's homework.

Wen Xinai only came out after a while, her hair was neatly combed, and her clothes were properly dressed. She smiled flatteringly when she saw Song Zihe, but she may have thought of what happened just now, her face turned red, and she grabbed a bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

On the dining table, Wen's father was like going to the workshop to condolences to the chief, asking about his daughter's homework, and then Song Zihe, and then turned to national construction for some reason. Xinai buried her head in the milk and didn't speak, Song Zihe just answered without saying a word, and the breakfast was all under Wenfu's world.

Father Wen left after breakfast, saying that he was going to give a speech for the opening of a cultural center in the city. Mother Wen sent Father Wen out. When he left, Father Wen smiled at his wife and said, "I think that child is good, and his grades have always been all-round. He is the first in the grade, and there will be no problem in key universities in the future, is it because he is from a poor background, I will mention him later, he may be more promising than me, if he really has something to do with our family's beloved, I am very happy to see it happen."

Wen's mother gave him a white look: "I told you that the two children may fall in love early, you just think so far, who knows what will happen in the future, anyway, I will take care of it now, and we will talk about the future." Push into the elevator.

Father Wen smiled, it was rare for him to let go of his bureaucratic tone, and stretched out his hand to pinch his wife's face. For some reason, Mother Wen subconsciously hid before letting him pinch her, and said with a smile on her face: "My lord, why are you still acting like a child?" .”

Wen's father didn't notice her strangeness, he entered the elevator, and Wen's mother's smile didn't fall until the elevator door closed.

When they returned to the house, the two children had already spread out their books. Wen Xinai saw her mother and said to her, "Mom, your cell phone rang, and I answered it for you. It's a call from the hair salon. I'm asking about your phone call today." When do you make an appointment?"

Mother Wen's expression changed, and she said, "Understood."

Picking up the phone from the room and taking a look, she quickly replied a message, and after sending it, quickly deleted the message.

"I'm going out for a while after dinner in the afternoon, my dear, can you review with Zi and the two of you?" I said I'll take care of it, but the phone call just now was obviously more attractive, anyway, Lao Wen didn't say anything against it.

Wen Xinai responded and looked down at the books on the table. Song Zihe's eyes dimmed inexplicably when he saw her.

After lunch, Wen's mother really left, put on makeup, and wore a new dress bought just the day before yesterday. When she went out, she turned her head and told her daughter: "Dad called and said that one of my sisters has something to do, so go and see."

Then the door closed, and there were only two people left in the room.

After a moment of silence, Wen Xin'ai immediately realized that she and Song Zihe were the only ones in the room, and the hand holding the pen tightened subconsciously.

"This question is not done like this." Song Zihe stretched out his hand, took the pen in her hand, drew crosses on the steps she did wrong, and then began to write the correct steps. In this way, the two of them naturally got closer.

It was fine when there were adults present, but at this time, Wen Xin'ai's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and her face turned crimson. As for what Song Zihe said, she didn't listen to a word, but just stared straight at Song Zihe. lips and parted lips.

It is pink and the teeth are very white.

"Wen Xin'ai!" She was hit on the head suddenly, she held her head hastily, and saw Song Zihe staring at her angrily.

She was even more at a loss, pulling her hair vigorously with her hands.

"I'm sorry." After a while, he said in a low voice.

Song Zihe was still staring at her, he was concentrating on the topic, when he looked up at her, he saw that she was staring at him in a daze, some emotions were completely expressed on his face, he suddenly became anxious, right without thinking Patted her on the head.

Is it a little too close? With his temper, he would only hit her with his hands when he was close to her. Generally, he would try to keep a distance as much as possible and treat her indifferently. When his little cousin was pestering him, he only patted her on the head back as punishment. Now, he patted her on the head naturally, and the strength of his hand was actually the same as that of patting his little cousin.

He felt a little annoyed, so his face became rigid, he pointed to another question, and said in a cold voice: "Do this question according to the method I taught you."

Wen Xin'ai's face was still red, she took the question obediently, and started to do it carefully.

Until four o'clock in the afternoon, Wen's mother still didn't come home, but the nanny had already arrived. Song Zihe thought that today would be almost the same. If it was later, Wen's mother might stay for dinner when Wen's mother came back. He didn't like it. Eat with the Wen family, and go home quickly now and then.

"I'm leaving." He put the English book he was reading back into his bag, and said affectionately.

"Don't you want to eat?" Wen Xin'ai hurriedly stood up.

"Don't eat."

His voice was cold, and Wen Xinai swallowed the words she wanted to keep, so she had no choice but to follow him to the door without saying a word. Song Zihe deliberately didn't even look at her, and went out without even saying goodbye.

When he got downstairs, the cold wind suddenly poured in from his neck, and he shrunk his neck. Then he realized that the scarf was forgotten at Wen's house. It was made by his mother according to the scarf worn by the hero in a Korean drama. , is a proud work. He didn't want his mother to read it to him when he got home, so he had to go back to Wen's house to get it.

When going upstairs, the nanny opened the door, and Wen Xin'ai found that he didn't take the scarf, so she went downstairs to give it to him.

Maybe she took another elevator and missed it. Who made her troublesome?He frowned in a bad mood, thinking that that stupid girl couldn't find anyone else, she would definitely not come back immediately, and must be looking for him everywhere in the community, so he had no choice but to go downstairs again.

If you can find her down there, it's fine, if you can't find her, you don't need the scarf, and go home directly, he thought, she has already arrived downstairs.

Wen Xin'ai was not there at the place where the bicycle was parked. Although he wanted to leave her alone and go home without the scarf, he still went back and looked around the side road, but there was still no one there.

Forget it, go home and forget it.

Anyway, if he couldn't find him, he would go home by himself. His nose was red with cold, so he rubbed it vigorously, and then returned to the place where the bicycle was parked.

When I came out pushing the bicycle, I suddenly heard a few dogs barking, it was the barking of a young puppy, and then a sweet and soft voice of a person: "Hey, wait for my sister to wait for my brother, and I will give you milk."

Is it Wen Xinai's voice or someone else's?He frowned suddenly, parked his bicycle, followed the sound and moved a few bicycles away, only to see a girl in thin clothes, squatting there, hugging a white puppy, wearing a black cloth around her neck. own scarf.

Seeing that his scarf was around her neck, his heart skipped a beat, but he became even more irritable, who made her wear his own scarf?

"Wen Xin'ai! What are you doing?" He stood there stiffly and said.

Wen Xin'ai was taken aback, she stood up like a conditioned reflex, but forgot the puppy in her arms, the puppy rolled to the ground, barking "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Pick up the puppy.

Seeing her flustered, Song Zihe sighed inwardly, stretched out his hand to her and said, "Give me back the scarf."

"Oh, good." Wen Xinai was stunned for a while, put down the dog, took off the scarf, revealing the empty neckline, the cold wind poured in, she flinched, but smiled and handed the scarf to Song Zihe.

She was only wearing the home clothes she wore in the room just now, a thin one that did not resist the cold at all. It must be because of the cold that she wrapped Song Zihe's scarf around her neck. I can't stand the cold.

Song Zihe held the scarf in his hand, and there was Wen Xin'ai's body temperature on it. Seeing her shivering from the cold, he finally couldn't bear it, and threw the scarf back to Wen Xin'ai.

"Hurry up, do you want to freeze to death?" While speaking, she pulled Wen Xin'ai's small body to a place sheltered from the wind in the carport, only to find that her hands were freezing cold, and immediately handed her her gloves, " Why do you do this every time, do you want to freeze yourself to death?"

Wen Xin smiled innocently, but did not answer his words, pointing to the shivering puppy on the ground and said: "I just found it, and it was thrown here, shall we raise it?"

What is "we", he should have nothing to do with her, Song Zihe doesn't like this kind of close to intimacy, he frowned and said: "It's your business to raise, don't get involved with me."

Wen Xinai was a little disappointed, bowed her head and said "oh", and said: "It's a pity that my mother is allergic to pets, otherwise I can take it home. I thought you might be able to raise it, and I can deliver milk to it every day. I..." She didn't say anything. After finishing speaking, she sneezed violently, startling the puppy that was scrambling on her lap, and shrank in the corner all of a sudden.

Song Zihe was also taken aback by her sudden sneezing, and said directly: "Wen Xin'ai, if you don't go back, what if you really get sick from the cold?"

Wen Xin's loving thoughts were still on the puppy. She saw it shrinking into a ball with fright, looking pitiful, but there was nothing she could do if she couldn't keep it. She lowered her head and returned to her original listless look.

"I'm going back." She said, at least I can get some milk and food from home for a while, and I can also take down the cardboard box where my father put beer, and put the clothes I don't wear on it, and I can make a nest for it, thinking of this , her eyes lit up again, and she hurried back, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

Seeing her running away, Song Zihecai looked at the huddled dog again. It should be a miscellaneous little Jingba, the cheapest kind, no wonder it would be thrown away. Dirty and turned light yellow, I really can't figure out why Wen Xinai held it in his arms just now, the puppy looked at him pitifully, wanted to get closer but didn't dare, so he had to watch silently, a little Like Wen Xinai, he thought, took out the beef jerky that his mother stuffed in his bag in the morning from his schoolbag, checked that it was not spicy, then poured a few pieces into his hand, put it in front of the puppy, and the puppy shook it. With a fawning look on his tail, he began to eat happily at the same time.

It really looks like Wen Xinai, so I have no intention of raising it, otherwise I can really take it home.

He didn't even bother to touch the puppy, stood up, got on the bike, and left.

Wen Xin'ai rushed home directly, took the milk, and packed a few pieces of braised pork in a fresh-keeping bag at noon today, and then ran directly to the small room where the sundries were kept. There was a case of beer there, which was said by an unknown uncle yesterday I gave it to my father. My father and mother went to see a sick old superior yesterday. The man left the beer at the door and left. When he left, he repeatedly emphasized that it was given by Manager Zhao of the ** company, or that the nanny helped move it in. She I forgot to tell my father yesterday that it was just a case of beer anyway, and people often sent things to her house, and she was used to it for a long time.

She unpacked the sealing tape of the box and took out the beer one by one. Such a strong cardboard box is just right for the puppy to make a nest. She thought, and moved a few more bottles out, and then they were stuck between the beer and the beer. A big envelope was exposed, she was taken aback, and stretched out her hand to pull out the envelope, it was a heavy bag.

What is it?She opened the envelope and was dumbfounded.

It is two thick stacks of money.

(End of this chapter)