Can't escape the female supporting role of Black Heart Lotus [Transmigration Book]

Xiaocui stood up straight and stopped mopping the floor. She looked at Wen Renyue with some helplessness: "Ma'am?"

She couldn't figure out what Madam was thinking, why she suddenly said to let her go to school.

She was too old to go to college.

Moreover, her academic performance was not very good when she was in school. Even if she worked hard, she was only average.

Unlike Ms. Wenren and Ms. Xun, who always rank among the best, they are born to be good at studying.

Part of the reason why she has come to this day is because her family was poor at the time, and the broken family without parents needed to step out and take responsibility alone.

That person couldn't be her younger sister, and she couldn't bear to let her elderly grandparents play this role.

At that time, she dropped out of school and chose to work as a housekeeper. The other half of the reason was that she liked labor and didn't think there was any shame in being a nanny.Also because the salary is really impressive.

If Xiaocui could leave the society earlier, it would bring some economic changes to the small family in that mountain village.She can only feel gratified from the bottom of her heart.

Let the family live better, so that the younger sister can get rid of the impact of the poor family, which is to support her belief in working at a young age to face the wind, frost, rain and snow.

So she's here now.

She loves her life now, and every day she wakes up is full.Why is she still going to school?

She... thinks it's good to be around Madam.

Her hesitant and resistant look fell on Wen Renyue's eyes, the smile on the latter's face gradually disappeared, and he frowned.

"you are not willing?"

Wen Renyue was a little surprised and puzzled.

Xiaocui has been with this family for so many years, and she has indeed done a lot of things back and forth.She is also grateful from the bottom of her heart that the other party comforted her when she was at a loss for her relationship with Qingqing's mother and daughter.

She sees Xiao Cui as... a friend, so she wants to help, not just as an employment relationship.

Being a nanny is not a long-term solution. One should not only live for the people around him, but also live for himself.

If you can have the opportunity to go to study again and learn a little more knowledge, why not?

She thought so, and it showed on her face.

Xiao Cui subconsciously said: "Madam, I... am already 29 years old."

She is not nine, nor is she 19.but 29.

At her age, going to school again, Xiao Cui thought it was an incredible thing.

Wen Renyue put down her wine glass and stood up: "It's up to you. I just mentioned it."

Young people, when I was nine years old, I wondered when I would grow up.

When I was 19 years old, I felt that the future is still far away, everything is possible, young and frivolous.

At the age of 29, I feel that I am an old man, and nothing can be changed...

Wen Renyue seemed a little sleepy, turned around and went upstairs, rubbing her forehead while walking.

Xiaocui froze in place, watching his wife's figure going upstairs with a dazed expression.

Did she say something wrong?

Wen Renyue wakes up in the morning, turns over as usual and picks up her phone to update novels.

During the time she was chasing books, there was a row of books she was interested in juxtaposed in the favorites.But it may be because of the fledgling effect, among the authors in her collection is the author of the first Lily Essay she read: C Bamboo.

According to her habit, she was the first to click on C Zhu’s article, and at the end she found that the author asked such a passage: “When you have passed the age of normal study, will you still choose to go back to school to study? If you suddenly have this opportunity. "

Wen Renyue's originally sleepy expression gradually became clearer.

She had such a conversation with Xiao Cui only yesterday.

She stayed on the comment page with her fingertips, and a guess that she was not sure about appeared inexplicably in her mind.

C Bamboo?

Shouldn't it be...

Ji Xun came out of the bathroom, her freshly washed face was white and clear, the drops of water on her face were wiped clean, but there was still a little bit on her eyelashes, crystal clear like morning dew.

She washed her hair, and her seaweed-long hair was coiled on top of her head in a towel.

At the desk, Wen Renqing turned his back to her, as if he was listening to the report of the person opposite the tablet.

Ji Xun changed into her pajamas, her milky complexion was full of vigor.Because the hair is all wrapped up, the facial features appear clear and bright, giving people a strong sense of impact visually.

The little girl looks really good, and her exquisiteness is reminiscent of the most delicate flower.

Red lips and white teeth, almond eyes are black and sparkling like purple grapes.

She came out of the bathroom, standing in the direction where the flat-panel camera was pointing.

The assistant was reporting the progress of the project in the last two days to Mr. Xiaowen, and he was staring at the screen while talking, observing Mr. Xiaowen's expression.

At this moment, an elf-like girl suddenly appeared in the camera.

With crystal clear skin, delicate temperament, graceful and slim figure, the glance she inadvertently looks at the camera is extremely pure.

Unlike ordinary people.

The voice of the assistant's report paused, and his eyes couldn't help but linger on the other person's face for a few more seconds.

People like beautiful things, especially for those who are amazing at first glance, they will instinctively hold their breath to see clearly.

Wen Renqing paused when he heard the assistant's voice, and raised his eyes subconsciously.

When he realized that the other party was seeing Ji Xun behind him, his eyes darkened.

beep.

She tapped the red end button on her fingertip.

The assistant on the other end was stunned for a second before realizing that Mr. Xiao Wen had hung up on the video, so he didn't dare to call back for a while, so he could only wait in embarrassment.

Wen Renqing stood up and sent a short voice message: "We'll talk about it another day."

The assistant listened to the voice played, but remained silent for a long time.

When Mr. Xiaowen was working, he acted vigorously and decisively.Why when it came to the matter related to that girl just now...

It was as if he had transformed into the overlord who doted on his wife in a novel.

Although it was only a summer vacation, when the assistant was helping Wen Renqing with her work, she already knew how special Ji Xun was in this man's heart.

So what can she say.

The assistant felt that he had eaten a handful of dog food.

Ji Xun stopped slapping toner on her face, tilted her head and asked, "Did I bother you?"

She was dealing with company affairs before she heard Qingqing.Why did you hang up before you finished speaking?

The little girl was annoyed again, maybe when she booked the room before, she really should have a room for each person.

Qingqing is much busier than her, and she has to deal with documents when she is free.Her being by the side will affect Qingqing to some extent.

With such a comparison, Ji Xun instantly felt that he could do nothing at all, but her family was so clean.

This feeling of guilt and pride is extremely contradictory.

Wen Renqing stared at her: "No interruption."

"Have you blown your hair yet?" She came over, touched Ji Xun's wet hair through the towel, and disapproved flashed in her eyes.

Ji Xun shook her head, looking innocent.

Wen Renqing led her to the bed and asked her to sit down: "Wait for me a while."

She picked up the hair dryer on the table, went to the bedside table to plug in the electricity, adjusted the warm air, and said to Ji Xun, "Take off the towel."

Ji Xun raised his hand to cover his head: "I'll blow it myself."

She doesn't want to trouble Qingqing.

Halal has been getting weirder lately.

Sometimes being patient with her seems like spoiling her.

Taking care of everything, even if she is deliberately willful occasionally, Qingqing just tolerates it calmly.

Facing Ji Xun's refusal, Wen Renqing walked over and pinched her face with his fingertips.

"Your period, be obedient."

If you don't blow dry, you will have a headache later.

When her cheek was lightly pinched, Ji Xun followed the little fairy under the spell, shy and at a loss.

She obediently took off the towel wrapping her hair, her half-wet black hair hung down, her slightly pursed cherry lips were like a mouthful of fruit, plump and moist.

Wen Renqing stretched out his hand, held a strand of black hair in his palm, and turned on the hair dryer to blow it slowly.

It was obviously the first time for her to do this kind of thing, but because of her high talent and good physical flexibility, her movements were gentle as if she had rehearsed countless times.

The top of Ji Xun's head felt warm and comfortable.

She was still a little uncomfortable at first, but the hot wind was blowing above her head, changing the angle and direction from time to time, which had a hypnotic effect.She slowly went from being nervous to enjoying.

Wen Renqing's long and slender fingers stroked the top of Ji Xun's head with his fingertips from time to time.

"It's so comfortable." Ji Xun sighed softly, feeling like she had a free head massage.

Wen Renqing pursed his lips slightly when he heard her voice.The movements of his hands became softer and more lingering.

The milk smoked girl is like a little milk cat that was caught in the rain because it ran around disobediently. When it was caught, it meowed pitifully in the palm of its owner.

Then, the wet fluff was dried bit by bit, returning to the beautiful and delicate milk whirring appearance.

Wen Renqing concentrated on this matter.

White fingers were inserted deeply from Ji Xun's black hair, the contrast between black and white was so sharp and strong.

She has never felt so strongly that someone only belongs to her like at this moment.

It's hers from head to toe.

The author has something to say: Doudou: I can't tell whether it's the host who raised the female partner, or the female partner who became the host.

Author: Two-way cultivation.