Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

The weather turned cold, sitting in the car and watching Wen Tingjun running, Yan Mingfeng quickly opened the door.

A gust of cold wind blew in, and Yan Mingfeng held Wen Tingjun's hand to cover it. As soon as his physique entered autumn, his body temperature was as cold as a snake.

"Whether it's cold or not, why are you wearing so little clothes?" Yan Mingfeng said worriedly, "Wear more."

"There is heating in the classroom. It's not cold. It's a bit cold to run here after class." Wen Tingjun watched him clasping his hands to keep warm, with warmth in his eyes.

"Okay, but you remember to bring an extra coat in the future, even for a short distance, you have to remember to wear a coat." Yan Mingfeng was worried that he would catch a cold.

"it is good."

Turn up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, and when the temperature of Wen Tingjun's hands rises, Yan Mingfeng smiles, "Okay, is it warmer?"

"Um…."

Yan Mingfeng let go of his hand: "Then we are going to the old house."

"Shall we just go there empty-handed?" Wen Tingjun's figure was reflected in his beautiful eyebrows while sitting in the car.

Yan Mingfeng said contentedly: "It's okay, it's grandma who called us over, she doesn't need anything, she doesn't need to buy anything.", and gently pinched his cheek.

Wen Tingjun was not persuaded by his words, but frowned. No matter who he visited, it was a courtesy to carry something, unless the other party directly said not to bring anything, just come over, otherwise he would definitely carry something of.

After thinking for a while, Wen Tingjun pulled out his hand and slapped it lightly on his face, commanding Yan Mingfeng: "You, get out of the car and go to the fruit supermarket opposite to buy some fruit before going back."

"No need, grandma is not short of food and drink, Jun Jun..." Yan Mingfeng said with a prolonged ending, and changed his words immediately after his eyes touched his darkened face with obvious displeasure, "I'll get out of the car now buy fruits!"

"That's about the same." Wen Tingjun gave him a big smile.

Pidian'er Pidian'er got out of the car and trotted to buy fruit, Yan Mingfeng smiled, but he didn't realize that he was listening to Wen Tingjun more and more now.

The car slowly drove into the old house of the Yan family.

The banquet butler at the door has already led people to wait in front of the door to greet him.

"Young master, Mr. Wen." The banquet butler bent over, nodded and smiled.

"Yan steward." Yan Mingfeng opened the car window and nodded, and Wen Tingjun who was sitting beside him smiled.

"You guys go first, I'll follow you later." The phone rang, Yan Mingfeng glanced at the phone, and said to Wen Tingjun and Yan Steward.

"Yes, young master." The banquet steward replied.

"Hmm..." Seeing that he didn't go with him, Wen Tingjun was in a complicated mood. It seemed that he was very busy today, and the calls were one after another, otherwise he would not have let him go with the housekeeper first, and stood aside to answer the phone by himself up.

It seems that his company is developing very well, even as the president, he has so many calls.

"Mr. Wen? Mr. Wen?" The steward of the banquet shouted a few times with a kind smile in his voice, and then called back the soul of Wen Tingjun whose eyes had fallen on Yan Mingfeng.

It seems that the relationship between these two is very good, the housekeeper Yan thought, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

"Mr. Wen, let's go first."

"Ah? Good... good." Wen Tingjun didn't expect that he would look at Yan Mingfeng in a daze, and replied a little embarrassed.

A gust of wind can blow through, and the fragrance of flowers floats over, with a touch of freshness.

Taking a shortcut around the hall where guests were entertained, and passing by the White Rose Garden again, this time Wen Tingjun finally had the leisure to look at the flowers carefully, and the love in his eyes was clearly revealed on the surface.

Knowing that this is the young master's future partner, the housekeeper's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile beside him: "Mr. Wen seems to like these white roses very much."

"Well, yes." Wen Tingjun said shyly.

"Then do you know who planted these flowers?" The housekeeper Yan made a fool of himself.

"Ok?"

"Actually, the area was originally full of green bamboos." The banquet steward stopped beating around the bush and started to give the young master some favorability.

"What?" Wen Tingjun was stunned, completely unaware that the white rose garden was originally planted with bamboo forests.

"The day before you came to the old lady's birth banquet for the last time, the young master sent someone to suddenly transplant the bamboo forest to another place, and he called a group of people to plant this rose garden with him."

"Before we were still wondering why he suddenly thought of planting flowers, but now that Mr. Wen said you like it, I understand." The housekeeper's eyes were full of kindness and smile.

But Wen Tingjun was surprised. He had never thought that this rose garden was planted by Yan Mingfeng. He gently stroked the roses with his hand, and he understood why there were roses in this season. Yan Mingfeng transported and planted them from other places. Thinking of this, he didn’t know whether he should be moved with a smile or a moved cry. He has really changed. How could he notice what he likes in the past? Make him happy.

He is really changing for him day by day...

It turns out that there is such a big difference between not being loved and not being taken in the heart and having him in the heart.

After Yan Mingfeng answered the phone not far away, he heard the housekeeper Yan talking to Wen Tingjun about the origin of the rose garden. He was digging soil and planting flowers for his sweetheart like a boy. Now thinking about it, it is really embarrassing. Panicked, his face flushed, he quietly stood behind without saying a word, and when the heat on his face dissipated, he came forward pretending he didn't hear anything.

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't say anything!" Wen Tingjun said before the Yan steward.

Yan Mingfeng looked at him, only to find that his cheeks were a little red, and it seemed as if fireworks exploded in his heart.

This time he saw clearly that his eyes finally looked at him not only his shadow, but also the faint affection.

After looking at each other, both of them moved their eyes away.

Then they couldn't help looking at each other, Yan Mingfeng coughed dryly and looked at the rose flower.

Butler Yan was silent. Maybe he shouldn't be here at this time. Looking at the two children in front of him, he always felt that he was out of place.

"The old lady is still waiting for you." He said blankly, breaking the pink atmosphere.

Both Yan Mingfeng and Wen Tingjun responded, and walked slowly behind him.

As he walked, Yan Mingfeng leaned against Wen Tingjun's side, his hand slowly approached his hand, and his fingers hooked his fingers, causing Wen Tingjun to turn his head slightly, and the tips of his ears were stained red again.

"Here we are." Steward Yan was baffled by the smiles of the passing maids and male servants along the way. When he turned around and saw Yan Mingfeng and Wen Tingjun, he finally understood why they laughed so much. They walked away holding hands behind them, the corners of their mouths twitched, weren't they just three steps away from each other shyly, the young couple have such a good relationship.