Shushu, I rely on being cute to save my life

Chapter 112 Request to move
Wen Ye kissed her and took away her first kiss.

Ruan Ruan felt very sad, she had fantasized about this when watching TV dramas before, and she didn't get along with Wen Ye at all.

Wen Ye originally wanted to go back to his room to change clothes, but when he heard Ruan Ruan's crying from the bedroom, he froze in place.

The last time Ruan Ruan cried, it seemed to be because of him.

Wen Ye pushed open the ajar bedroom door, walked in, and stopped by the bed.

Ruan Ruan was wrapped in the quilt, and small crying sounds came from inside.

Hearing Ruan Ruan's soft crying, Wen Ye felt inexplicably irritable.

He wanted to make Ruan Ruan cry countless times, but it shouldn't be this kind of cry.

He squatted down and leaned his upper body against the edge of the bed, looking down at the figure in the quilt, feeling very at a loss.

He can't coax, and he never has.

After a while, he said with a stiff tone, "I was wrong, please stop crying, okay?"

Ruan Ruan's body stiffened for a moment, and then she cried even more sadly.

Wen Ye pursed his lips, stretched out his hand, roughly identified the position of Ruan Ruan's shoulder, and then patted it, like a mother patting a wronged child, "Stop crying, okay? I apologize to you."

Ruan Ruan moved aside wrapped in the quilt, her voice was hoarse, and came out from the quilt with muffled crying, "Go out."

"I'll go out if you don't cry." Wen Ye stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed, afraid that she would get bored in the quilt, and wanted to reach out and pull the quilt away to expose her head.

"If you cry any more, your eyes will swell from crying."

Ruan Ruan grabbed the quilt tightly, "Don't touch my quilt!"

Wen Ye could only withdraw his hand honestly, "Okay, okay, I won't move, I won't move."

Ruan Ruan puffed up slightly, buried her face in her sleeves and rubbed. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the sadder she became, "You are not allowed to approach me in the future, and you are not allowed to touch me."

After hearing this, Wen Ye was silent for a while before responding: "Okay, I get it, don't cry."

Ruan Ruan's crying paused, she poked her head out of the quilt, looked at him through a layer of water mist, "You said it."

Wen Ye looked at her reddish eyes, and his heart softened into a puddle of water instantly. He wished he could hold her in his arms, kiss away the tears on her face, and rub her into his own flesh and blood, "Yeah ,I said."

"You still have to apologize to me." Ruan Ruan sobbed.

Wen Ye was as good as he said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you."

Ruan Ruan wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand, looked at the edge of the bed where he was sitting, and twitched when he spoke, "You, you can't, you can't, sit on my bed."

Wen Ye immediately stood up, "Sorry."

Ruan Ruan's mood gradually eased, and he made the last request, "You have to move out of my house."

Wen Ye's eyes dimmed, and his head lowered, "The circuit in my room hasn't been repaired yet."

"I don't care." Ruan Ruan hugged the quilt and sat up, insisting, "You can stay in the hotel first. If you don't have money, I can borrow it from you."

"..."

Wen Ye lowered his head, looked at her fixedly, and suddenly felt that he had dug a big hole for himself, "What if I don't move?"

Ruan Ruan's trembling eyelashes froze, she raised her head, and a layer of mist gradually formed in those beautiful eyes.

But she didn't cry, she lowered her head and wiped it on her sleeve before the mist fell, and said decisively, "Then I'll move."

Wen Ye smiled slightly.

He knew that Ruan Ruan would definitely run away if he was pushed to the limit.

Although if the person in front of him runs away, he can easily find him, or even lock him up.

But that was not what he wanted.

Wen Ye squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "Okay, I'll move."

Ruan Ruan breathed out quietly.

He looked out the window, "But if we want to move, we can't wait until tomorrow. It's so late today, and it's still raining outside. Can I stay for another night?"

Ruan Ruan looked at Wen Ye's slightly wet hair and jacket, and thought that it was because he took an umbrella for himself in the rain, so he agreed after a moment of hesitation.

Wen Ye stood in front of the second bedroom window and called Jiang Ci'an, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, help me book a plane ticket and a hotel."

Jiang Ci'an was a little puzzled, "Young Master Wen, didn't you just come back today? Don't you want to rest for a few more days?"

"No need." Wen Ye smiled, "Go out to avoid the limelight."

Jiang Ci'an was surprised, Wen Ye still needs to avoid the limelight?

Wen Ye is not even afraid of his parents, who is he offending, and needs to avoid the limelight?
"A shelter from the wind?"

"Well, it's nothing serious." Wen Ye didn't intend to tell Jiang Ci'an Duo, "Okay, I'm dead."

He put his phone aside and leaned against the window.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, three very polite knocks.

Da, da, da, the sound is neither soft nor heavy, and the intervals are almost exactly the same. You can tell who is knocking on the door as soon as you hear it.

Wen Ye was a little surprised, Ruan Ruan should avoid him like a snake and scorpion now, why would he knock on his door?

Could it be that something happened?

Could it be the sudden transformation into a hamster before?

He frowned slightly, and immediately got up and opened the door for her.

Ruan Ruan stood outside the door holding a bowl of ginger soup.

The ginger soup was hot, and the water mist enveloped her pretty face.

Not long after she had dried her hair, she was wearing tight pajamas, with the familiar scent of shampoo and shower gel, and the smell of ginger soup came over her face, making Wen Ye a little dazed.

With a slightly stunned expression, he looked down at the bowl of ginger soup, and said in disbelief, "This is for me?"

Ruan Ruan nodded and handed over the ginger soup.

Wen Ye hesitantly reached out to take it.

Ruan Ruan raised her head, stared at him, and said nothing.

"Do you want me to drink it now?" The bowl of ginger soup is just right, which means that the temperature of the ginger soup is also just right, and she probably brought it here just in time.

She may have no other intentions, it's because of her obsessive-compulsive disorder, but Wen Ye has a kind of desire to hug the girl in front of her fiercely.

Unfortunately, if he did this, Ruan Ruan might really drive him out immediately.

Ruan Ruan nodded.

Wen Ye smiled, bowed his head and took a sip.

The ginger soup slowly flows from the mouth into the stomach, it is so warm that even the pain of the previous life is enough to forget.

Ruan Ruan was satisfied, and thought that after drinking the ginger soup, Wen Ye would not have a fever.

She saw that Wen Ye drank the ginger soup and turned back to her bedroom. Before leaving, she emphasized with a serious expression, "Remember to move out tomorrow."

"..."

Wen Ye leaned against the door, drinking the ginger soup slowly and carefully.

At night, Xin Yue was lying on the bed, swiping her phone with a gloomy face.

It's a pity that the Xin family was invited to attend the [-]th birthday of Mrs. An's family, so Xin Yue didn't go to school today.

At the celebration party of No. [-] Middle School, Xin Yue thought that Ruan Ruan would definitely make a fool of herself in public, so she was in a good mood during the dinner.

The only thing she regretted was that she was not present to watch.

But she never thought that Ruan Ruan didn't make a fool of herself, but instead became so beautiful.

Qian Chaoyu sent her the finished video.

When Xin Yue watched, she trembled with anger.

That's clearly not the way it should be.

Ruan Ruan obviously said at that time that she could not sing, and that she sang badly, so she had this plan in mind.

Let Ruan Ruan make a fool of himself in public, and then hire someone to edit the video into a ghost video and post it on the Internet, causing controversy among netizens.

Once the ugly image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it will be difficult to change it.

What's more, these wealthy people in H City don't like their sons and daughters showing their faces on the Internet like actors, let alone getting popular because of their ugly singing.

(End of this chapter)