Dumb painter giants grudge

"A Rang is always very busy, and he won't show me the honor of having a meal with me. I've come to visit in person. Give me a chance, A Rang." He Shishen used a pleading tone.

Wen's father and Wen's mother were overjoyed when they heard this, but they didn't expect Wen Rang to know this kind of person, they were still good friends, but the relationship didn't seem to be that...serious?

Wen Rang gestured to Wen Que a few times, then got up and went over, grabbed He Shishen's clothes, and pulled him out.

"Hey, what's the matter, Rang." He Shishen followed the opponent's footsteps.

Wen's father and mother couldn't sit still, but at this moment, Wen hugged his parents and said, "Xiao Rang said that they have something to take care of themselves, so let us leave it alone. It's getting late, you two should go to rest too."

"Oh." Mother Wen looked outside the door again.

Father Wen thought about something, "What kind of friends are they?"

Both Wen Que and Wen Mu couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Old Wen, what do you mean by that?" Mother Wen patted Father Wen's thigh.

"Yeah, Dad, what are you thinking." Wen Que actually couldn't help guessing.

Wen's father stopped talking, "It's nothing, I may have worried too much, let's go."

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He Shishen was dragged to the small garden by the other party before letting go. The small garden is Wen Rang's territory, and people don't come here very often, mainly because it is remote, the area is not big, and there is nothing to see.

"What's the matter, you can't wait to be alone with me so much?" He Shishen put his hands in his pockets and looked at him with high spirits.

Wen Rang gave the other party a blank look, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and typed on the memo:

"What do you want? Are you sick?"

After getting the true biography of his cousin, He Shishen no longer cares about these words, "I just want to see you, you are sick, I miss you a little bit."

The person in front of him seemed to be very serious, but at the same time seemed very casual, Wen Rang couldn't tell what the other person meant for a while.

"Boring, do whatever you want, leave my house quickly." Wen Rang typed and showed the other party.

He Shishen snorted softly, "I haven't seen you for so long, why are you being so mean to me? Who did you eat with today? Zhang Boping?"

Wen Rang simply put away his cell phone, he really didn't want to spend time typing for the other party's behavior.

"It's really Zhang Boping?" He Shishen took his hands out of his pockets, "How can you go to dinner with him?!"

Wen Rang looked at He Shishen like a fluffy dog.

"I knew something was wrong with that Zhang, so he sneaked in." He Shishen gritted his teeth, "Did he touch you? Hey, did he say anything?"

Wen Rang OS: What is he thinking?

"Hey, tell me quickly, did he treat you well?" He Shishen pinched the opposite shoulders, his expression tense.

Wen Rang felt speechless, and a little, uh, funny?It would not be an exaggeration for the other party to say that he was out of breath.

An evil thought arose in his heart, and he nodded when he heard it.

—————Is he the only one who can play tricks on people?

"What do you mean!?" He Shishen couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands, "What did he do to you?! Did he hug you? Ah? Or touched you?"

Wen Rang still shook his head.

"What, what!?" He Shishen's heart skipped a beat, and he enlarged his thoughts, "Say, no, type it out."

Shake your head, keep shaking your head.

He Shishen put his mobile phone in the opponent's hand, "Say it."

Irritability, restlessness, and anger were written all over He Shishen's face.

Wen Rang OS: Why are you crazy...

"No, nothing." Wen Rang typed out these words slowly.

He Shishen read it, half-believing, "Really? Will you favor him?"

Wen Rang typed a few words, put the phone back into the other party's hand, turned around and walked towards the studio.

He Shishen picked up the phone and looked at it, it read:

"To tease you, if you don't have it, you don't have it."

No... He Shishen gradually stretched his brows, smiled and muttered to himself, "Hey, don't go, wait for me."

The studio is still the same, with paints, brushes, and waste paper all over the place.

"Hey, it's so late, and you still want to paint?" He Shishen carefully walked around the paint.

Wen Rang actually just wanted to come in to avoid it, if he would go back now, Wen's father and mother would probably ask him about it again.

"Don't ignore me, hey, have you thought about what I asked you last time?" He Shishen stood behind the other party.

Wen Rang sat down on the stool and began to arrange the canvas, as if he didn't hear the other party's question.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He Shishen came to him, knelt down and looked at him.

Wen Rang moved the stool a little to the other side.

"Don't ignore me." He Shishen also moved over, "Look how much I treat you."

With a few strokes, Wen Rang wrote on a piece of manuscript paper: "Don't give birth, don't care, don't bother me."

"Heh, shut me out, and talk and laugh with others." He Shishen deliberately emphasized the tone of the last four words.

Wen Rang OS: What kind of rubbish is filling my mind.

"Do you hate me?"

When He Shishen said this, he didn't expect that his voice would be a little hoarse, it sounded like he was very sad to death.

With a "click", the lead of the pencil in his hand was suddenly broken by the smell.

Wen Rang took a black pen and wanted to write something, but he just put the pen in his pocket and got up.

"..." He Shishen also stood up.

Wen Rang grabbed He Shishen's wrist and walked out.

"What's the matter? Where are you going?" He Shishen didn't know what the other party was going to do, but at the same time, he was delighted that the other party contacted him.

In the end, He Shishen was dragged outside the door of Wen's house, and He Shishen's driver had already dozed off in the car.

"Are you going to drive me away?" He Shishen immediately understood what the other party meant.

Wen Rang nodded and made a gesture of please.

"I don't want to?" He Shishen pressed his whole body against the opponent, hesitating with both hands, thinking whether to hug him or not.

Wen Rang pushed the opponent away violently, took out the black pen from his pocket, glared at the opponent, grabbed He Shishen's left hand, and gently wrote in the palm of the opponent's hand:

"Go back and talk about it later, okay?"

"Ah? You...are so kind to me." He Shishen may have been a little flattered after reading it. Although the shyness of the boy was 28 years late, he still came after all.

—————Is he so easy to be perfunctory?

—————Let’s lower our wits.

Wen Rang was actually a little touched by the other party's cautiousness, and also a little... embarrassed.

———Excuse me, what are you talking about?

The driver in the car woke up, saw the people outside, got out of the car and came over immediately, "Mr. He...has he gone back?"

He Shishen hinted at the driver with his eyes, and the driver immediately got back into the car, and Wen Rang looked at him.

"Then, then I'm going back?" He Shishen stretched his left hand, as if afraid that the words would disappear under his nose.

Wen Rang nodded, a little dazed.

He Shishen also nodded, "Then, I'm going back..."

Wen Rang didn't respond, He Shishen took two steps back, turned around and walked two steps forward, reluctantly looking back.

——————Why didn’t you keep me?

He Shishen walked extremely slowly, and the car was only a few meters away.

Finally, He Shishen's arm was grabbed by someone behind him, and He Shishen turned around immediately, his face turned red when he heard this.

"Huh? What's the matter?" He Shishen's young boy was full of shyness.

Wen Rang bit his lower lip, picked up the pen and wrote a few more words on the other's left palm, almost just finished writing, Wen Rang turned around and ran into the gate of his house.

He Shishen didn't have time to keep him, but everything must be full, so he can't be in a hurry.

He Shishen raised his palm, and there were five words scrawled and beautifully written on the palm of his hand:

"I don't hate you."