put wildness in his heart

Chapter 273
"Okay, don't talk about it." Wen Miao resolutely stopped this very unfriendly topic, "Didn't you say that you are going to grandpa's place? If you hang around, grandpa should hurry up."

Shen Jiayu glanced at the time when he heard the words: "Then wait for me for 5 minutes, and I'll take a shower."

"Go, go." Wen Miao nodded quickly, and seemed to remember something, and suddenly stopped him, "Hey, wait, give me the car keys first, and I'll wait for you in the car."

"Go and get it." Shen Jiayu raised his chin towards the door, "It's on the table in the living room."

"Oh."

Wen Miao took the car keys and went downstairs.

The gift box I brought just now was not carried upstairs, because it was a fragile item, and Wen Miao was afraid that he would break it if he was careless, so he put it directly at the bar when he came up, and asked Cui Cheng to help put it away.

After going downstairs, Wen Miao went to the bar to get the gift box before going out.

Shen Jiayu came down after a while. When he got into the car, the damp moisture on his body was still there. Like a puppy, Wen Miao probed over and sniffed left and right on him, as if confirming something. .

Shen Jiayu raised his hand to rest on her head, and gently pushed her back: "What do you smell?"

"Hmm..." Wen Miao said with a serious expression, "The smell of a girl's perfume."

Hearing this, Shen Jiayu raised his eyebrows: "Perfume for girls?"

There is obviously a rhetorical question in the ending sound.

"Yes." Wen Miao snorted, and continued, "It smells like Jo Malone's blue wind chimes, only girls use them."

"A puppy's nose, so good?" Shen Jiayu rubbed her head habitually, freeing up one hand to fasten the seat belt, "Let's lower your head and smell if it's your own smell, eh? "

"How is it possible, I never use perfume." Wen Miao pulled off his hand, and said solemnly, "Don't put the hat on my head, tell me honestly, who entered your room just now?"

"No, baby." Seeing her getting serious, Shen Jiayu couldn't help laughing, made a gesture of surrender, and pinched her soft little face, "Except for you, let alone a girl, even a boy Never entered."

"But I really smell the perfume." Wen Miao tilted her head, expressing her confusion about the source of the perfume.

Shen Jiayu: "Maybe it got on someone else's body when I came out just now."

"Huh?" Wen Miao got the point right once in a while, "—others?"

Shen Jiayu said "um" casually, turned his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, drove the car out of West Street, turned around and walked on Ping'an Avenue, and said lazily: "A girl stopped me just now, asked Do I have time for a drink?"

Wen Miao: "?"

Focus, girl.

Draw the key again and have a drink.

Wen Miao immediately became serious: "What did you say?"

"I said no." Shen Jiayu said lightly, "The family is strictly controlled, and my girlfriend broke my legs if she found out."

"..."

Do you have to add the three words "alive"?

Let the pictures he said come out.

In fact, Wen Miao could probably guess Shen Jiayu's reaction, but "breaking his leg alive" was beyond her expectation. She knew Shen Jiayu well, and he hid his tenderness very deeply.

Even if someone asks him for his contact information in public, he will not say too direct a word to make people feel uncomfortable. He will usually refuse very gently, but he will not leave room for the other party to be ambiguous.

Wen Miao was quite at ease with his attitude towards pinching peach blossoms.

The main house of the Shen family is located in the old city in the north of the city, with its back against the green hills and facing the green water. Converging here to form a lake, the acquisition means that the four waters return to the hall, which can be described as a treasure land of geomantic omen.

It's not too far from the core business district, about four to ten minutes' drive away.

Today was a weekend, not a working day, and the traffic jam on the road was not as serious as usual. After getting off the overpass and turning around two large intersections, the car drove into the old city.

While chatting with Wen Miao, Shen Jiayu glanced at the rearview mirror inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and saw a hand-carved mahogany box with exquisite patterns on the back seat, his eyes froze. Ning, fixed on the mahogany box, asked, "What is that?"

Wen Miao raised her head from the phone, glanced in the direction of his gaze, and then replied, "A gift."

"Gift?" Shen Jiayu's eyes flickered.

"Yes." Wen Miao nodded.

"Who is it for?" Shen Jiayu asked again.

"Of course it's for grandpa." Wen Miao gave him a look of "Why do you always ask nonsense", and then said in a natural tone, "Can I go to visit the elders and not take gifts with empty hands?"

"Ah..." Shen Jiayu suddenly dragged out the ending, and sighed with regret, "Isn't it for me?"

Wen Miao put away the phone and tilted her head to look at him. He was no longer hinting, but expressly expressing: I want a gift too, where is my gift?Why only grandpa has it?How can you discriminate?

Wen Miao pretended not to understand the hint, and said with a serious expression: "Of course it's not for you, and you don't need anything."

Shen Jiayu expressed that she could not accept the reason she brought up: "Then grandpa is missing?"

"Although Grandpa is not missing, he is an elder." Wen Miao's words were still justified.

"En." Shen Jiayu nodded, and then said a very reasonable sentence, "He is an elder, so I'm still your baby."

"..."

Wen Miao rarely choked, stuck in her mouth for a long while before rubbing her nose and muttering: "You are not short of money, so you can buy whatever you want."

"How can it be the same?" Shen Jiayu inexplicably got into an argument with her on this matter, and said slowly, "The meaning is different."

"Okay, okay, then I'll buy it for you next time." Wen Miao said sincerely and perfunctorily.

Tsk, that's the tone of coaxing a child.

Shen Jiayu didn't like her anymore, and continued to ask her: "When is the next time?"

"Uh, this..." Asked Wen Miao all of a sudden, Wen Miao scratched his head, blinked his eyes again, trying to get away with it, "The next time is the next time, after this time, before the next time .”

Nonsense literature no longer works for Shen Jiayu.

When I was in the first and second grades of high school, every time there was a class meeting in the class, the whole class would hold their heads and listen to what Wen Miao said. Nonsense, Shen Jiayu is now immune to this kind of nonsense literary students.

(End of this chapter)