After Going on a Blind Date with My Brother

Seeing that it was already Saturday morning, Lin Wan tentatively sent Wen Yimu a "good morning", and after waiting for a while, he received the same good morning.

Just two words, no more words.

Lin Wan stayed for a while, but still couldn't restrain his desire to see Wen Yimu, so he bit the bullet and said, "It's Saturday today (crazy hint)."

WYM: "Well, tell me after my homework, I'll play with you for a while."

Lin Wan's fingertips stayed on the news for a long time.

There is no big problem with this sentence, and it can even be said to be extremely considerate. But for some reason, Lin Wan only felt a little lonely and alienated.

Even if she hadn't seen Wen Yimu for a week or two, she would have felt that they were very close, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that they were far apart.

Lin Wan glanced at the full schoolbag on the table, and clearly counted how many papers she had to do and how much knowledge she had to review, and according to her procrastination character, it was estimated that she would not finish her homework until the last quarter of weekend evenings.

"Can't I play first and then do my homework?" Lin Wan sent a message to Wen Yimu with the last glimmer of hope.

In order to better express her emotions, she also made a special voice, the tone sounded pitiful, with a bit of grievance.

Wen Yimu also sent a voice, Lin Wankai, in a familiar and gentle tone, but with a non-negotiable firmness: "Dear, study first, okay?"

Like coaxing a child, he deliberately put the candy in front of her eyes, but he refused to give it to her clearly.

Lin Wan flattened his mouth, and did not know where an inexplicable grievance came from, and his nose was sore in an instant, and he was about to cry.

She pressed her temples and tried her best not to cry out so easily. She stood in front of the desk for a while, taking in breaths, and finally calmed down.

On the hanger next to her were clothes carefully selected by Lin Wan. She originally planned to give Wen Yimu a good impression and dress up for a date.

Now, it doesn't seem to be necessary anymore.

At least Lin Wan's self-esteem doesn't allow her to speak again, that's too... too pitiful.

No one wants to see a girlfriend who has to finish her homework, even if she knows that Wen Yimu is for her good, but Lin Wan is not happy.

She didn't like this way of getting along, which made her feel that she and Wen Yimu were not equal.

The more he thought about it, the more headaches he had. Lin Wan simply didn't think about these or not. He just sat down at the desk and silently told himself not to think about sending messages to Wen Yimu.

As soon as I opened a workbook, a message popped up on my phone: "Wu Yumei, who you are particularly concerned about, is on the air~ Come in and support her~"

Lin Wan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing angrily.

Such a Wen Yimu, Rili didn't want to see her, but she still had time to go live on her own.

If you don't want to see her that much, why do you still want to show it to others?

Perhaps it was jealousy, and Lin Wan was unspeakably annoyed. She grinded her back molars, and her possessiveness drove her to open this link.

This live broadcast is an ordinary dance practice. Compared with several live broadcasts with special themes, there is nothing special about it. However, the number of people watching the live broadcast is still growing rapidly, and soon the live broadcast room will be in the top of the real-time ranking. .

After all, who doesn't like to see a good-looking and level young lady dancing, especially not selling meat has won a lot of goodwill, and has been praised by many netizens for returning to the essence of the dance area.

Lin Wan absently stared at Wen Yimu in the live broadcast room, dancing in shock, showing her graceful figure with every gesture, all with a charming aura.

The barrage below is calling for my wife to marry me.

Lin Wan was even more angry. Such a beautiful figure should be held by herself, but as a result, Wen Yimu did not take the initiative to date her, but showed it to others!

She is really sour now, like eating a whole lemon, sour and astringent. She clearly knows that she can't interfere with other people's freedom of life, but she just doesn't feel good.

Why, as a serious girlfriend, her treatment is not as good as this group of strange netizens!

Taking a step back, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Lin Wan thought of the unspoken rules of the live broadcast, so he simply gave Wen Yimu a big reward, and then left a message at the bottom: "Miss Yumei, for the sake of me being number one, Can you do a dance for me?"

The first one has privileges. For example, the commentary posted takes up the entire screen, and it is still glittering, as long as everyone is not blind, they can see it.

The netizens at the bottom exclaimed: "Is this the banknote ability?" "I am so impressed, I also want to be the number one on the list." "Miss Yumei, do you have a chance to see the top three hundred? (dog head...

Lin Wan posted a comment and stared at the screen waiting for Wen Yimu's reaction.

Although she knew that this reward was nothing to Miss Wen's family, as Wu Yumei, a newcomer in the live broadcast industry, shouldn't she be familiar with each other?

At this moment, Lin Wan suddenly felt an inexplicable pleasure. He was obviously reluctant to bear it, but he still wanted to humiliate and retaliate against Wen Yimu, to see her surrender to herself instead of being a high-ranking immortal.

I also want to see her being forced to make concessions to herself, and I want to see her lose her mind for herself.

Lin Wan felt that his mentality was a little distorted, but since the words had been spoken, he could only firmly insist on his own opinion.

It took a long time for the comments to be issued, and the netizens complained about Lu Chu. Just when Lin Wan felt that Wen Yimu would not reply, the music in the live broadcast room stopped.

A shallow voice came: "I'm sorry, I have a family, it's not very convenient."

Even if the voice was disguised by a voice changer, it was still heartwarming.

Lin Wanchai jumped up from the chair.

Netizens' barrages have been brushed frantically: "Fuck, my boyfriend is still a girlfriend, not married, right, I still have a chance!" "Damn, sure enough, beautiful women have objects." "Woooooooo I'm sour, Watching a live broadcast and eating dog food is what human suffering!"...

Lin Wan sat on the spot, caressing his chest with his hands, feeling the violent heartbeat, and inexplicably mixed feelings.

I feel like I want to cry, I am moved by sweet and sour, and I am a little bit angry. The five flavors are mixed, like a bowl of spicy soup with vinegar, which is strange.

Wen Yimu is not a high-profile person, but at least this simple sentence can prove that she also has a place in Wen Yimu's heart.

Is treated as a girlfriend, is valued.

Even in places she can't see, Wen Yimu takes care of her feelings.

Lin Wan closed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes suddenly became wet. It turned out that only one sentence was needed to soften her whole heart, and she would no longer have any resentment towards Wen Yimu.

As long as she cared about herself, that was enough.

Lin Wan closed the live broadcast room. She couldn't wait to see Wen Yimu, wanted to tell her love, and wanted to feel Wen Yimu's love for her.

But... Her eyes stayed on the chat record with Wen Yimu, and she knew clearly that Wen Yimu would not welcome her appearance until the homework was finished.

Lin Wan sighed in distress. How to explain to Wen Yimu the relationship between studying and falling in love is rather complicated.

She had a headache. At this time, she received a message from Zheng Zeyuan.

"Are you free at noon, I invite you to dinner?"

Lin Wan's fingertips stayed on the dialog box, and made a quick thinking and judgment in his mind.

She and Zheng Zeyuan finally added WeChat. Although they didn't chat privately, they occasionally asked a few questions about what the teacher said. It was a very pure and plain desk-mate relationship.

On rare weekends, he called himself out to eat, presumably because he wanted to pay back the rice noodle money last time, and because he had a driver who brought meals over the past few days, he gave him a portion every time.

For Lin Wan, it was a small thing, but for Zheng Zeyuan, it was a big thing to be grateful for. His gratitude was expressed in other ways, such as giving her a topic, helping her cover her class, borrowing her to copy her homework, and so on.

In general, my deskmate is a boy who doesn't like to owe anything and repays his gratitude, which is quite appreciated by Lin Wan.

She licked her lips and glanced at the time, it was almost time for dinner.

So she said "Okay", and then turned around to inform Aunt Zhang that she didn't have to cook her lunch.

Just in time for the freshly released caution, Lin Wan conveniently packed a box and planned to bring it to the same table.

You don't have to dress up to meet a classmate, but Lin Wan looked down at her nightgown and had to change.

I'm too lazy to look for it, since I already have a dress, just put it on.

Anyway, the person who sees it is not Wen Yimu, who wears the same thing.

Lin Wanru thought to herself, she simply tied her hair and planned to go out, but simply going out to play still made her feel a little happy.

She sent a message to Zheng Zeyuan: "I'm ready."

Zheng Zeyuan: "Okay, why don't I come pick you up?"

Lin Wan refused: "No need, I have trouble with the access control here at my house, you can say it."

Zheng Zeyuan sent an address. It was a mid-range store, which was still expensive for ordinary students.

Lin Wan glanced at it, made a good post, and decided to cut down on some dishes so that Zheng Zeyuan would not be too expensive.

When he arrived at the agreed place, Lin Wan walked into the door and saw Zheng Zeyuan sitting at the table at a glance. He was a little nervous, but he still tried his best to pretend to be normal.

Lin Wan couldn't help but want to laugh, walked over to sit down opposite him, and greeted him generously.

Zheng Zeyuan looked up after realizing it, and was amazed at a glance. He couldn't hold back a word for a long time, and stammered and boasted: "You...you look so good today."

He didn't say a few words, but his face blushed unsatisfactorily. I don't know if it was because of nervousness.

On the contrary, Lin Wan, like a little princess, did not lose the momentum at all, smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

To Zheng Zeyuan, an unusually stunning outfit was just casually worn by her, and she had seen this kind of reaction too many times since she was a child, and Lin Wan really didn't feel much.

Zheng Zeyuan came back to his senses, realized that he was not solemn, and said quickly, "I'm hungry, let's eat first."

He gently pushed the menu over, and Lin Wan pursed his lips and smiled: "Then I'm welcome."

I've been to this restaurant once before, and it's not particularly delicious, but some of the side dishes are not too expensive. She randomly selected a few dishes that weren't particularly expensive, handed the menu back, and hooked her lips: "To lose weight, just eat less."

That situation, on the contrary, is more anti-customer-oriented than Zheng Zeyuan, and his aura is full.

The author has something to say: w work hard to write another chapter at night.

Hey, the holiday isn't over yet, how come it's over?