The moon in full bloom

MOON.

Tao Qingyang raised his head, the moon came out early in summer, and a crescent had already hung in the sky at this time, faintly white, cold and alienated.

Named after the moon...

She remembered that when she was learning Turkish, there were words in this language that specifically described the moon, and she could compile a book by itself.

While she was in a trance, all the food they ordered was squeezed into a big plate and brought up by the waiter, and the most delicious taste evaporated, interrupting her little refreshing mood.

Wen Huan happily ordered another pint of beer. When the beer was served, it was still overflowing with foam. She took a quick sip, and her upper lip was covered with beer foam, looking silly.

With one hand on the table, she leaned her body, as if she was weightless, but her eyes were full of aggression, with a clear fire burning, she stared at Tao Qingyang, and slowly licked the foam off her lips.

Tao Qingyang shivered and tried not to look at her, but he couldn't ignore the light on Wen Huan's body.It is not uncommon for a person like her to be attracted to both men and women.

Tao Qingyang only blamed himself for not being firm in his will, so he got on the road easily.

The more popular the food, the more it whets the appetite. Tao Qingyang ordered a bowl of rice, mixed it with barbecued meat and ate a delicious bowl, wiped his mouth, and told Wen Huan to leave.

It was just dark, and when they left, there were more people in the night market, and it didn't feel good to walk against the crowd. Wen Huan walked lazily on her shoulders, Tao Qingyang held her with one hand, and held her with the other. With his hand across his chest, he was hit several times.

"You can't do this." Wen Huan smiled softly next to her ear, then rushed forward, grabbed her chin, and kissed her hard on the lips.

Witnessing this scene, the crowd stagnated for half a second before re-flowing, and consciously made a gap for them.

"It's much better." Wen Huan walked forward with his head held high and his chest held high, enjoying the feeling of all the attention.

In private, when she and Wen Huan looked at each other, she couldn't help getting closer to those well-shaped lips, but when there were no other people, she could kiss anyway, but now she was stared at by so many eyes, but she didn't pay much attention to it. up.

Her kiss smelt of alcohol, lingering on Tao Qingyang's lips, and Tao Qingyang silently covered half of his face, hoping that no one here would know her.

"Wen Huan, can you wipe your mouth when you kiss me? Look at the butter on my face."

Sitting in the car, Tao Qingyang found a wet wipe from his bag and handed it over.

Wen Huan didn't reach out to take it at all, but moved his face closer, "No, don't tell me you despise me?"

"Uh... It's not really disgusting." The barbecue-flavored kiss is actually not very annoying, or she likes the person who kisses her very much.

No way, when two people are together, it's not always the elegance of the spring and snow. She has seen Wen Huan's sloppy clothes piled up to the sky, and Wen Huan has never been picky about the way she wakes up in the morning with a decadent face and messy hair. Life, That's what it looks like.

She's seen it all, and accepts it.

Wen Huan smiled wickedly, with an expression like a wretched old bastard, "I've seen everything about you, too."

"You!" After Tao Qingyang understood what it meant, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he thumped the steering wheel threateningly.

"I haven't seen it, I haven't seen it!" Wen Huan shook his head insincerely, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was smug, and he rushed forward to ruffle her hair, "Go home."

The Maybach moved forward steadily, Tao Qingyang looked at the road without squinting, and said coldly: "Hand."

Wen Huan withdrew his two fingers on her leg.

In the Wen residence in the villa area, Wan Yi was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he got up and looked around. It wasn't until Tao Qingyang came over wearing slippers that he complained, "You guys ate outside today. What happened?" Without saying a word, I even left some food on purpose.”

"Auntie, I..." Tao Qingyang didn't know how to explain.

Wen Huan ran to the coffee table and took a peach, threw it into the air and caught it again, "I went out to do some errands, and I came back late, so I don't have time to tell you."

"Is it work?" Mother Wen straightened her skirt and gave Tao Qingyang another peach, "Why don't you give Qingyang one."

Tao Qingyang held it with both hands, and heard Wen Huan continue: "Of course it's work. I have important things these few days, and I'm busy."

What serious nonsense, she was ashamed of herself.

Mother Wen believed it very much, and immediately said: "Then go and rest, you are still young, what are you doing so tired, sleep more tomorrow, I will put breakfast in the pot to warm."

She doesn't know anything about work at all, but she doesn't know how to express any opinions, which is a standard demeanor of a good wife and mother.

Wen Huan sticks to Wan Yi's side to act like a baby for a while, and drags Tao Qingyang to watch the TV program for ten minutes before going upstairs to the room.Wanyi also yawned, but she didn't say she wanted to rest.

There was only a pit left on the peach, and Wen Huan aimed at the trash can in the living room, and threw it in from the air, making a soft noise, while Tao Qingyang walked over to throw it away.

Turning around, I don't know if the soft noise disturbed Papa Wen. He actually stood on the stairs and looked at them, with one hand still on the handrail, like a terrifying statue.

Doesn't Papa Wen make any sound when he walks?

Facing the sight of people suddenly appearing on the stairs, Wen Huan obviously got used to it, was surprised to see Tao Qingyang, and said loudly on purpose: "He walks very lightly, and he used to sneak into my room like this when he was a child, to see if I did my homework. "

Wen Jingyuan's eyebrows trembled.

"You." Tao Qingyang pushed her, pulled her up the stairs, and stood obediently in front of the chairman as if he had learned his lesson.

correct.

"Well, chairman, I changed my mobile phone number. Will I send you the new number later, or should I write it down for you now?" Tao Qingyang said that she had colluded with Wen Huan. Part of her current work is to report directly It's for Papa Wen, so timely communication is very important.

Wen Huan chimed in: "She has lost her mobile phone card, and there is no way to get a replacement."

"Then tell me now." Wen Jingyuan said in a deep voice.

Tao Qingyang stammered and recited his number, and said it again after confirming that it was correct. Wen Jingyuan nodded, indicating that he remembered it.

His target today is obviously not a young white-collar worker who is so fragile that he has no limit, but his own worthless daughter. He said in a tone that brought Wen Huan to the execution ground: "Come with me."

With a hippie smile on his face, Wen Huan went to justice bravely, and told Tao Qingyang: "Go back to the house later and make the bed. The air conditioner is set at 26 degrees."

"Oh, good." She responded blankly.

Big people like to talk in the study room, but today Dad Wen wanted a more suitable place for father and daughter to talk, so he went back to his bedroom.

Although the weather is hot, elderly people don't like to turn on the air conditioner every day, and the bedroom is still covered with gray cashmere carpet.

Wen Huan sat down on the carpet.

The chairman looked at her, shook his head, found the phone, and sat down with him. When he entered Tao Qingyang's new number, his movements were visibly stiff.

"You have something to hide from me."

"You have something to hide from me."

The father and daughter spoke at the same time, and what they said was one sentence.

Wen Huan crossed his legs, put his arms on his knees, and smiled while holding his chin: "Dad, what do you think I have to hide from you?"

"What's your purpose of coming back to live!" Even when he wasn't frowning, there were a few fine lines between Wen Jingyuan's brows, like a knot in his heart that couldn't be untied.

Wen Huan was spoiled and arrogant, and the conflict between the father and daughter could not be explained by saying "I have a date, I'll bring it back for you to see" when she returned home.According to her temper, if she directly dragged someone to a foreign country for a wedding, she might not tell her family.

Unless, you really encounter something that you can't face alone.It's a pity that he was too happy at that time, and he didn't expect something wrong.

"Just to show you, Tao Qingyang isn't bad." Wen Huan still smiled, not being overwhelmed by his aura.

"I'm your father, and you lied to me like this?"

Wen Huan waved his hand, "Come on, I didn't even change my clothes after I came back, so I was pulled over by you just to ask about the purpose of coming back? If you want me to tell the truth, you have to show your sincerity."

Wen Jingyuan laughed in his heart: My daughter is too much like me, it's really boring to talk about. "Then look at this."

He took out a small card from his pocket and threw it over. A golden streak flashed in the air. Wen Huan caught it with one hand and put it in his palm for a closer look, "Is this a mobile phone card?"

The golden one is the integrated circuit block of the SIM card.

Wen Huan didn't hear the answer, so Wen Huan continued to analyze on his own: "The master is old-fashioned and independent, doesn't accept new things very much, and doesn't have much interpersonal communication. It should be someone who has no other life except work. But it's not anyone in the family. card, and the number has been used for a long time.”

This is a mobile phone card that has been cut into a miniature size. Except for the metal area, the other places have been cut off, but the edges are not neat.

In recent years, smart phones have only developed to require NanoSIM cards, and the communication company has also launched a free card replacement service, but the owner of this mobile phone card, although using a relatively new smart phone, did not go to the business hall to spend ten After queuing for a few minutes to get a new one, I chose to do it myself, cutting a card crooked and making do with it.

Wen Huan took another look. The edges were not neat, and there were traces of repeated trimming. If a professional person helped cut the card, the effect should be better.

This only shows that the owner of the mobile phone card is not used to asking others for help, but relies on himself, but with limited tools at hand, even if the character is rigorous and wants to do the best, it is difficult to trim the card to perfection.

A no-nonsense workaholic.

Most of Wen Huan's friends are more lazy than her. To be honest, she knows someone who fits the image of the owner of the SIM card.

"...Is this from Nie Tongge?"

The author has something to say: Regarding the plot of Du Tangtang and Mu Yi returning to China, it is unlikely that there will be any.

The development of the next plot is more intense and goes against the great situation of socialism. The main battlefield of CPs will be the evil American emperor, there is no way~