Miss Wen, Make Your Heart Beat

  Chapter 112 Recording

  Xie Yanqing walked to the door of the room. The door was not closed. He gently pushed it open and walked in. Wen Rui sat on the edge of the bed with her back straight, her head hanging down, wondering what she was thinking.

   "I feel uncomfortable, cry if you want to cry!" He walked over and rubbed the top of Wen Rui's hair.

  No matter how strong the girl is, she is still just a little girl, with so many things hidden in her heart, sooner or later she will explode.

  Wen Rui shook her head, did not speak, looked at the thing in Xie Yanqing's hand, and asked, "What is this?"

   "Recorder, I asked Ye Hei to get it back from where Ma Zhiwei stayed."

   After finishing speaking, Xie Yanqing rubbed the pen and said hesitantly: "Do you want to listen? I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

   "I'm not afraid, I want to know the complete truth." Wen Rui nodded heavily, her tone full of firmness.

   "That's good." Xie Yanqing sighed and pressed the switch.

  The bedroom was quiet, and the voices of Wen Yongnian and Ma Zhiwei came out of the recording pen one after another.

Wen Rui listened to how Wen Yongnian explained that Ma Zhiwei murdered her parents. She trembled with anger. She thought that her uncle was just greedy for petty gains and high profits, but she didn't expect him to be so cold-blooded and ruthless. Being able to kill a loved one is simply inferior to a beast.

  Thinking of his usual hypocritical concern for him, Wen Rui felt a chill in his heart. What kind of mood did he have in talking to him every time, didn't he feel any guilt?

  She touched her cold arm, her heart was also cold, how could people's hearts be so cold?

  Xie Yanqing gently held Wen Rui in her arms, and said in a low voice: "Cry if you want to cry, I won't laugh at you."

  The little girl is young, how can she be so tolerant?

   "Be obedient, you have to vent your sadness." He patted Wen Rui on the back, with a hint of distress in his voice.

On the day of her parents' funeral, Wen Rui didn't cry, she didn't shed a single tear, because her father once said that she hoped that his little princess would be happy forever, and no matter when, don't shed tears, because that means that he Father failed.

But now listening to Xie Yanqing's gentle voice, Wen Rui inexplicably wants to cry. In her heart, her father will always be the best father in the world. She is unique. She has kept it in her heart for too long. After her parents passed away, she never talked to anyone However, he just hid in the corner and healed his wound silently.

The man's clear breath lingered in her nose, which made Wen Rui inexplicably want to rely on and trust her. She couldn't bear it anymore, she threw herself into Xie Yanqing's arms, hugged his thin waist, and buried her in his chest silently. tears.

  In the silent room, only the girl's low sobs were heard.

   I don't know how long it took, Wen Rui vented out, and felt better. Her eyes were flushed, and she came out of Xie Yanqing's arms in embarrassment.

  She looked at the large wet tear on the man's chest, bit her lips tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I stained your clothes."

  Xie Yanqing smiled lowly, and said indifferently: "It's just a piece of clothing, how can it compare to you?"

After speaking, he got up and took two paper towels from the table, wiped the corners of Wen Rui's eyes, he lifted her clean chin, looked at her for a long time and said, "Your eyes are swollen, I'll get an ice pack and apply it to you. "

   "Don't bother, it will be fine later." Wen Rui grabbed Xie Yanqing's sleeve.

  Xie Yanqing raised her hand and scratched Wen Rui's small nose, and smiled dotingly: "You little girl, why are you so afraid of bothering me? Why are you being polite to your future husband?"

   "Why are you talking nonsense again?" Wen Rui blushed and turned her head away.

   "I want to coax you to smile. My heart was broken when you cried just now."

   After Xie Yanqing finished speaking, she turned around and went downstairs.

  (end of this chapter)