Domineering love addiction: Mr. Mu's sky-high bride

Chapter 1 Who is that person

After 2 minutes, Mark Tingchen's car continued to move forward, and she was also relieved.What was he doing when the car stopped?
Inside the car, the driver Chen Nuo said worriedly: "Master... It's snowing, are you really not letting the lady get in the car? Do you want to wait? Shall I call her?"

"Many things." Mo Tingchen looked at the thin and thin figure through the rearview mirror, feeling inexplicably bored.He had waited for 2 minutes and gave her a chance.

At school, Chen Mengyao felt distressed and annoyed when she saw Wen Yan's wet body: "What are you doing? You came to school by bicycle on a snowy day? Are you crazy? Hurry up, breakfast is still hot, eat it while it's hot!"

Wen Yan took the soy milk and steamed dumplings that Chen Mengyao handed over, and smiled slightly, a tinge of bright red overflowing from his chapped lips.

Chen Mengyao took a deep breath: "Your parents don't care about you? They don't care about food and clothing, and they don't care about sending you to learn painting. Did you pick it up?"

"My... mother remarried when I was very young, and my father died ten years ago, so it has nothing to do with them..." After Wen Yan finished speaking, he took off his soaked coat, took a sip of warm soybean milk, The indifference from beginning to end is worrying to watch.

Chen Mengyao rubbed her wet long hair distressedly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? We have known each other since high school, and you refused to tell me anything. Today, you finally spoke up. You are such a beautiful girl, your mother can also It's hell to leave you cruelly...Then who are you with now?"

With whom?
Wen Yan didn't answer right away, she was thinking, how should I call Mark Tingchen, brother?

"Brother." That was all she could say.

Chen Mengyao was a little puzzled: "Brother? Brother? Even if it's just a relative, it won't make your life so miserable, right?"

She smiled and didn't respond.

Chen Mengyao sighed helplessly: "Did you buy the paint that the teacher asked to buy this time?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "I can't buy it for now, I'll think of a way."

Three years ago, Mark Tingchen was drunk and pinned her down.

She was ignorant, but not ignorant, and it was the first time she rejected him.

He didn't force it, and the cold tone smeared on her lips: "One day, you will beg me."

Later, when he went abroad without saying a word, she never asked him for alms again, and she didn't even eat a meal at Mu's house, and she relied on part-time jobs to maintain her living expenses.

It was his request that she couldn't meet, couldn't please, and didn't need to please anymore.

Seeing Wen Yan's frowning and sad appearance, Chen Mengyao's heart ached so much, she was about to say something when she was suddenly interrupted by a gentle male voice.

"Xiaoyan, what's wrong with you? Why do you look listless?"

It was Shen Jie who spoke, and he was the second person Wen Yan had contacted at school.

The circle of rich people in the imperial capital is just that big, Chen Mengyao and Shen Jie are all in it, except Wen Yan.

"It's not paint..."

"Meng Yao!"

Wen Yan interrupted Chen Mengyao, and secretly shook his head at her.

Inexplicably, she didn't want Shen Jie to know her embarrassment.

Suddenly, Shen Jie reached out and touched Wen Yan's forehead: "You have a fever."

It seemed to be complaining, but the hand had already taken off his scarf and wrapped it around Wen Yan's neck: "If you fall ill, we, Mengyao, will be babbling all day long."

Wen Yan raised his eyes to look at him, his heart beat a little faster, his smile was like sunlight peeling off the clouds, gentle and composed, his forehead was covered with light hair, and there were thousands of stars hidden in his eyes.

He was the second most beautiful person she had ever seen, and the first was Mark Tingchen.

When we met for the first time ten years ago, Mark Tingchen can be regarded as amazed by her youth.

Wen Yan looked at Shen Jie in front of him, his thoughts were vague, and he didn't notice at all that in the corridor outside the studio, a pair of sharp and deep eyes were watching this scene.

(End of this chapter)