I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

Probably this time, some members of Qiao's family wanted to play the family card, and they actually chose the place to eat at home, and the time was eight o'clock in the evening.

Wen Heng rejected Qiao's father's offer to send a driver to pick him up, and haphazardly stopped a taxi on the main road.

After half an hour...

It is said that the boss of the Qiao Group specially asked someone to design and renovate the small courtyard full of warm and idyllic atmosphere in order to alleviate his daughter's condition, so that his daughter can breathe fresh air and recuperate her body even in the city life.

In vain!

Wen Heng sneered, if he really wanted to adjust, he should go to the countryside, this kind of superfluous behavior was just to impress himself.

Wen Heng smoothed his hair back casually, and rang the doorbell.

I don't know if it was specially arranged, but the person who came to open the door was actually Wen Heng's older sister, Qiao Bai.Compared with the last time we met, Qiao Bai's complexion was a little paler. Although the two of them were somewhat similar, there were still many differences when you looked closely. Most of them are weak and boneless. They were originally students of Kyoto University, but now they have been recuperating at home because of their illness.

The two looked at each other, both a little unnatural, Qiao Bai didn't know why his eyes were unnatural, opened the door and nodded at Wen Heng, then went straight back, Wen Heng followed her, also silent, until entering the house .

"Here we come."

Mother Qiao, who was sitting on the sofa, held a book in her hand and wore these glasses. When she saw them coming in, she got up quickly,

"Sit down, Auntie is frying the last dish, it will be ready soon."

Probably Qiao's father hadn't come back yet, and there was no sign of him in the living room. Wen Heng looked around and chose a seat far away from Qiao Bai and Qiao's mother. How could Qiao's mother want to get in touch with him wholeheartedly? He took the book that had just been placed on the coffee table and did it.

"This is the photo album I found when I was cleaning the house a few days ago. Look, it's all about you and your sister when you were young. Look at this picture! I remember that I wanted to take pictures of you two separately, but you hugged each other Your sister won't let go..."

Wen Heng: ...I don't really want to know.

Probably Qiao Bai on the side couldn't stand it any longer, and couldn't help interrupting Qiao's mother's eloquence,

"mom!"

Mother Qiao looked at her when she heard the words, her eyes immediately filled with panic,

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Dizziness or nausea?! Or..."

"No!" Qiao Bai frowned and comforted, "Mom, I'm fine, don't be nervous."

Then he looked at Wen Heng, and smiled warmly,

"Your name is Wen Heng now, right? Can I talk to you?"

Wen Heng, who didn't know what the other party was up to, chose the former without hesitation in the face of the quiet Qiao Bai and Qiao's mother who tried to sell him photos.

Qiao Bai brought him to the courtyard, which contained a swing that Qiao's father specially made for her. She sat on it first, and patted the seat next to her, "Come and sit?"

"……no need."

"Ok."

Qiao Bai took a deep breath and tapped his toes to let the swing swing gently.

"Sorry, mom is a little noisy."

She looked back at Wen Heng, with a quiet smile on her lips, under the faint moonlight, even the strands of her hair revealed tenderness.

The scene of the years is quiet, but it is a pity that there is a corner on the opposite side.

Wen Heng: ...

"busy?"

"No." She shook her head, "I'll take you out to get some air. In that case, I'm afraid you won't feel well."

Wen Heng choked out a sentence for a while, "...Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Qiao Bai closed his eyes and stopped talking to Wen Heng, and the two of them remained silent until Wen Heng felt that she had fallen asleep.

The person who was half leaning on the swing closed his eyes slightly.Even though it was not quite cold yet, she had already put on a scarf. It was off-white and long, covering most of her face. She tied all her long hair behind her, but there were still a few mischievous strands from the silk. Running out of the towel, hanging by the ear, gently shaking with the breeze.

Wen Heng stood on the spot, stared at her silently for a while, and finally couldn't hold back from stepping forward...

"Ran."

The weak woman on the swing suddenly opened her eyes, "Run away?!"

She pretended to be asleep and wanted to test Wen Heng's reaction, but the system said to her, ran away? !

Then he just came over?

System: With all due respect, he came here just to test whether you are dead or not.

……