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Suddenly, a pair of hands encircled her body, pulling her back, and clinging to his body, she could almost feel the dampness on his body after taking a shower, as well as the fragrance of the bath liquid.
His hands were subconsciously supported on his chest, trembling slightly.
The hand around her waist suddenly loosened: "Get lost."
For some reason, his voice became a little hoarse, and she didn't understand what made him unhappy again, so she ran away.
Back in the utility room, Wen Yan felt a little regretful, and forgot to ask him about Shen Jie, but thinking of the scene just now, he lost the courage to go there again.
Early the next morning, Mama Liu walked into the utility room with a cup of boiling water: "Come, Yan Yan, take some cold medicine."
Wen Yan is a little strange. Mama Liu doesn't know about her cold. Besides, without Mark Tingchen's permission, how dare Mama Liu give her medicine?
Seemingly seeing her question, Mama Liu smiled and sat down on the edge of her bed: "The young master is on a business trip, and he won't be back until a month. This is what he told you before he left. Let's eat."
Wen Yan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but he was inexplicably relieved to hear that he wouldn't be around anytime soon.
After taking the medicine, she hurriedly got up and tidied up. When she arrived at school, just as Wen Yan walked into the studio, the principal personally delivered all the materials she was missing: "Student Wen Yan, can you see if there is anything missing?"
Wen Yan was a little surprised: "Nonot missing anymore, this is?"
The principal didn't explain much: "It's fine if there is no shortage."
After the principal left, she looked at the things sent and fell into deep thought. It must not be given by Mark Tingchen, so he didn't have time to care about everything about her at school.
"Xiaoyan, I heard that someone funded you anonymously. I didn't expect the school to be so efficient. Your paints are better than mine!" Chen Mengyao turned upside down the things the principal sent as soon as he arrived.
Wen Yan didn't speak, and silently sorted things out.
"Hey? Who came to pick you up yesterday? He was driving so hard that he almost hit you to death." Chen Mengyao is talkative, no matter whether Wen Yan answers or not, she always has something to talk about.
"My brother." Wen Yan said casually.
Chen Mengyao was stunned: "Why is brother so powerful? I am so rich, and I raised you as a poor girl. Let me meet him next time."
Wen Yan smiled: "Don't say that about him, he is actually very good. He is not my real brother, and he has no obligation to support me. He has already done a good job." Yes, he is obviously a sinner, and Mark Tingchen returned it. She settled down and raised her for ten years.
Chen Mengyao curled her lips, and began to enthusiastically guess who the anonymous sponsor was: "Who do you think will sponsor you? Shen Jie was taken abroad by his father and has not been able to come back for several years. Do you think it will be?" Is it him? Someone is helping you right after he left, otherwise it doesn¡¯t make sense.¡±
Wen Yan was startled, she believed Shen Jie more than Mark Tingchen.
Thinking of that gentle and jade-like man, Wen Yan felt inexplicably sour.
She was responsible for Shen Jie's departure
During the few days when Mark Tingchen was away, Wen Yan relaxed a lot. Her birthday was the weekend, and Chen Mengyao forced her to go out for a day, knowing that she didn't like crowds, so Chen Mengyao didn't call anyone else.
Before returning home, Chen Mengyao suddenly took out two small gift boxes as if by magic: "This is a birthday present from Shen Jie and I to you."
Wen Yan didn't reach out to take it. After all, she couldn't afford to return the gift. Looking at the box, she knew that the gift was definitely not cheap. Poor as a poor, after all these years in Mu's family, she is not new to the world.
"Thank you for staying with me for a day, forget about the gift." She took a deep breath, the breath of cold wind mixed with snow.
Chen Mengyao forcibly stuffed the gift box into her hand: "I don't expect you to return my kindness to you, but Shen Jie has some schemes"
Wen Yan was taken aback, as if he didn't quite understand what she meant.
I saw Chen Mengyao took out her mobile phone and dialed a number, then handed her the mobile phone.
Wen Yan looked at the name displayed on it: Shen Jie.
She put the phone to her ear, and Shen Jie's gentle and doting voice came from inside: "Xiaoyan, it's me."
Thinking of that gentle and jade-like man, she suddenly felt a sore heart, and answered under her throat: "En."
"Happy birthday. And" Shen Jie on the phone paused, with an inexplicably nervous tone, "Xiaoyan, I like you. When I return to China, you must wait for me." (Remember this website website: www .hlnovel.com