Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Next to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, there is another long window along a section of the wall.

This window runs through most of the wall. Below the window is a bar-like wooden table with many things placed cluttered on it.

"Rose doesn't care about that. If she wants to see the flowers in the Milky Way, she must go and see them."

"She met a friend who had the same aspirations as her through the Drifting Pigeon. She decided to meet this friend on her birthday, and then they would set off to the Milky Way together!"

……

Amid the sound of the gentle breeze, Ye Kong walked around the coffee table and headed towards the window.

She saw many books about immortal demons on the table.

The same name, different publishers, even different languages, they are stacked casually on the table, occasionally mixed with teenagers' textbooks and draft papers.

Ye Kong raised her hand and tried to pick up a notebook, and then she found that she could actually do it. She could even clearly see the elegant handwriting on it.

It is filled with incomprehensible mathematical formulas.

Ye Kong flipped through a few pages and saw some casually drawn stick figures in the blank spaces.

——My son.

These three words are written next to a little man on a boat setting sail.

On the tall sail hung a person with his right hand raised high, with a flower hairpin drawn on it as a gender feature, and the horizontal line representing his lips was also exaggeratedly curved.

Next to this little man is a long gaze: I! Chi Wandao! I will be a heroic mother who can conquer the wind and waves even at sea!

Ye Kong: ...

Even on the next page, next to another graffiti that was too painful to look at, there was a line of narration: "I feel like I have a talent for drawing, and I am worthy of being a fan of the Undead Demon."

Ye Kong: ...

Below this sentence, a more gentle and elegant handwriting read: It's dawn, why hasn't Ms. Chi woken up yet? Were you killed by your idol in your dream?

Ye Kong: ...

Ye Kong closed the notebook and realized that these draft books filled with mathematical formulas should not belong to Wen Can, but to Wen Can's mother.

She slid her fingers over the books and saw that there were many books related to marine knowledge among them. She thought that these were Wen Can's.

"In the night, Qiangwei slipped out the window and escaped..."

"Carrying a backpack filled with dry food, she tiptoed out from under Rose's window and headed for a distant dirt road that had no end and no clear direction."

"The Milky Way was right above her head, sparkling with sparkling light."

……

Ye Kong stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. As the breeze blew in continuously, she looked out the window.

The light from the sky slowly poured down, filling every inch of the scenery within sight.

But the vision that was clear enough to see every stroke just now suddenly became blurred.

Clouds are fog.

The trees are green ink balls.

A fountain is a solidified drop of water.

The gardener working in the garden is like a robot with the pause button pressed.

——At this moment, the sense of reality that made me forget myself was suddenly shattered.

Ye Kong couldn't help but raise her hand and reach out the window. Her hand penetrated the wind and air, but suddenly touched a piece of warm skin.

Ye Kong: ...

·

In the dim and simple office, the girl wearing VR glasses stood still at the door as if the pause button was suddenly pressed.

After more than ten seconds, she finally raised her hand and slowly took off her glasses.

The vision was blurry for a moment.

She shook her head and slowly looked down her arm, forearm, and fingers.

In front of her was Wen Can, who had just opened the door.

It turned out that she had walked to the door without me noticing.

Wen Can sat in a wheelchair, allowing her hand to touch his face.

In the dim light, the man was looking up at her silently, his eyes like a foggy sea.

Cold, lonely and dark.

After a long while, he smiled, but there was no smile in his tone: "Does it look good?"

"..."

Ye Kong withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded.

Wen Can glanced down and didn't raise his eyelids again. He just said softly: "I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"..."

Ye Kong took the VR glasses in his hand, his eyes darted around involuntarily, and he was at a loss for words. After a moment, he slowly explained: "I thought it was used for playing games."

"Yeah." Wen Can said, "It doesn't matter. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"..."

lie.

Ye Kong thought, but said: "You asked the driver to take me, what about you? Are you going to sleep here?"

Wen Can nodded again.

Ye Kong turned his head and looked at the large boss chair, thought for a moment and said, "But everyone knows that you have been sleeping in my coffee shop recently. If you don't go tonight and someone notices and asks me about it, what should I say? Where should I say you are?"

"..."

"Besides," Ye Kong continued, "you just gave me such an expensive reward today. As your landlord, I should be responsible for you, right?"

She pointed at the chair over there: "The environment is too simple. At least my coffee shop has two booths that can be put together to make a bed for you..."

Wen Can: ...

Before he ended his silence, the girl turned around and put the VR glasses back, then picked up the file bag on the table with one hand and turned to walk towards him.

Then, without even listening to his reply, she grabbed the armrest of his wheelchair, turned him around, and pushed him straight out.

"Finally," the girl leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear, "I won't ask you anything."

Wen Can: ...

The door closed automatically behind them and the combination lock made a beep.

Behind Wen Can, Ye Kong turned around silently and took one last look at the room.

·

The atmosphere when I went there was natural.

The atmosphere when we returned became strange.

Ye Kong was still leaning against the window enjoying the breeze, and Wen Can was still typing on his computer.

But Ye Kong's silence carried a certain thoughtful and patient quality, while Wen Can's silence became complicated and indescribable.

The driver in the front seat couldn't help but tense his body and stepped on the accelerator a little harder.

After the second sudden brake caused a jolt, Wen Can finally frowned: "Drive slower, don't speed."

The surprisingly cold tone made the already stagnant atmosphere even more tense.

Ye Kong, however, seemed to be unaware of anything and continued in a trance.

Until Wen Can raised his head and turned to look at her: "You should ask."

He said: "I will tell you if it is not confidential."

"..."

Ye Kong looked at her silently, then turned his head back: "I said I won't ask, I'm not that curious."

"..." Wen Can simply turned off the computer, "Then think of it as you chatting with me. Anyway, I've finished work and I'm just bored."

"..." Ye Kong looked at him speechlessly, "Do you think I'm a child?"

"You're so much younger than me, aren't you just a child?"

"Not a lot, right?" Ye Kong frowned and said, "Uncle, you are pretending to be old again."

"..."

A cool breeze blew in, carrying the starlight, as if blowing away all the condensed air, and the driver breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few seconds, the man's calm voice suddenly sounded.

"That is a new type of equipment that our company has been researching for a long time. I kept one and personally participated in the design of the images and details inside it."

Ye Kong suddenly became quiet.

She retracted her head, leaned back in her chair, and pretended to listen quietly.

After a slight laugh, she heard Wen Can say, "Originally, I designed it so that I could sleep well, but I didn't expect that the more I studied and modified it, the more I couldn't sleep."

"You..." Ye Kong asked hesitantly, as if testing, "Does your mother read fairy tales to you to hypnotize you?"

“Rarely, but it happens.”

Wen Can turned to look at Ye Kong and smiled, "Aren't you very curious why I would reject the painter my mother likes?"

"That's why—"