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He had an unspeakable dream.
In the dream, he went back to school, and there was a girl with a vague face leaning against a tree, calling his name. He approached uncontrollably, the other's shirt was baggy, and his white skin shook his mouth dry.
She grabbed his hand and slowly opened his hem. He clearly wanted to refuse, but lost all his strength when she threw herself into his arms. When he fell back with his arms around him, the lawn under him suddenly turned into a large piece of popcorn
The girl took a handful of this creamy snack and giggled: "Brother Linzhou, don't you dare to admit it now?"
Having said these words, her face suddenly became clear, black hair and red lips, charming and innocent facial features, so familiar.
What is he going to admit?
He couldn't think at all, his hands seemed to have self-awareness, so eager to get close to her, the skin under his fingertips felt like cotton candy, and he could vaguely hear her flustered and bewildered words. breathe¡¡
The absurd and charming dream disappeared when the first ray of sunlight penetrated into the bedroom in the morning.
Wen Yang closed his eyes, and there were still indescribable scenes in his mind. The deliberately low footsteps of the servants outside the door disrupted his thoughts.
He sat up suddenly, the stickiness between his legs made his face even uglier.
You must be crazy to have such an absurd and terrifying dream.
Young Master Wen took a paper towel and wiped it off, then went to the bathroom barefoot. In December weather, with a temperature of less than 5c, he took a cold shower with a blank expression.
It was only six o'clock when I left the room to destroy the sheets.
Wen Yu went to Los Angeles last week and hasn't come back yet. Mrs. Wen loves to sleep and beautify herself and never wakes up until the sun is high. At this point in time, the old man of the Wen family should still be practicing Tai Chi, so logically there should be no one in the living room
However, things backfired.
"Linzhou." Mr. Wen was wearing a Tang suit, sitting on a rocking chair drinking tea, glanced at the suspicious item in his grandson's hand, and frowned slightly: "Where are you going early in the morning?"
"I can't sleep, I want to sit in the greenhouse for a while." He calmly stuffed the ball into his schoolbag, sat down on the sofa, and asked, "Did you not do morning exercise today?"
The old man Wen hummed, and handed the teacup to the servant, coiling the mahogany beads one by one in the palm of his hand, he didn't speak, his aura was already very cold.
Wen Yang lowered his eyes: "Do you have something to tell me?"
"There is indeed something that even an old guy like me can't figure out." He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were sharp, and he could vaguely see the unique posture of a strong man.
Wen Yang stood up and said directly: "Grandpa, please clarify."
Old Man Wen said with a cold face, "Are you going to be sent to Z University? Why don't you discuss such a big matter with us?" He stared at the respectful young man in front of him, and for some reason, he could feel the other party's arrogance.
"This is my own life."
Listen, what is this called!
"Say it again!" Old man Wen is used to fighting the wind and drinking rain, and has a strong desire to control. Wen Yu was so rebellious when he was a child that he was about to have a stroke. Later, in order to prevent problems before they happened, he sent his grandson abroad early when he was nine years old, so that he could become independent and mature earlier, and he was not allowed to return to City H to study high school until last year.
Under the power, the seemingly calm surface of the lake has long been turbulent.
Wen Yang took a step back and slowly raised his head: "University Z is very good, I plan to do my undergraduate and master's studies there."
What a fart! Old Man Wen said angrily: "I told you before that if you want to take over our Wen family's business, you must get an admission from hc Business School"
"Grandpa." He interrupted softly, with a very cold tone: "I won't go abroad again." After saying that, he smiled: "I have stayed in the United States for seven years, do you think it is not enough?"
After a long time, the old man sighed: "Are you blaming me?"
"No, actually, I'm very grateful to you." He laughed at himself and said, "These seven years have indeed made me grow a lot." Thanks to the hostile environment full of discrimination, the wanton pranks and endless humiliation of white people, Only then did he have an iron wall.
Taking the schoolbag, Wen Yang bent down and tied his shoelaces slowly: "I'm going to school first."
A vicissitudes of voice came from behind: "Anyone who has any business with our family, no matter how poor their children are, they are all Ivy League schools. How will you convince the public in the future?"
He opened the door and turned his head slightly: "Since you are worried, you can adopt another grandson. I see that there are quite a lot of people who have come to visit my relatives recently."
"The Great Rebellion"sp; Fu Sasa was dumbfounded: "You"
I no longer have the mind to sing or play games. Everyone is thinking about a question, who can call him Chunxiao Yimeng? Who the hell is the Goddess who can make the flower of Gaoling break the color of Jie?
Fu Sasa wanted to ask a few more questions, but it was heard that the young master's drinking capacity was really vulnerable, and his half-closed eyes already looked drunk.
I was a little worried. When he went to the bathroom, she was waiting for him at the door.
After he came out, the boy's face was covered with water droplets. It seemed that he had just washed his face with cold water, but his half-drunk and half-awake state was not much better. His eyes seemed to be covered with water, and the way he stared at Fu Sasa was evil. pole.
Fu Xiaobawang swallowed: "If you can't drink it, just say my name. The young man is full of blood, and I won't blame you."
The young man smiled, grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wall, and whispered in her ear: "Dreaming about you is a spring dream? It's a nightmare."
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I, finally, wrote, copywriting!
Next, what everyone is looking forward to is on the right track.
ah! I really want to write about forced kisses! However, I haven't reached this point yet, and my heart aches.
Everyone's comments will be answered tomorrow, go to bed early, Chirp Mi!