Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

Tang Ji saw Nangong Wei's expression froze, but he ignored Nangong Wei.

"Xiao Wei, do you know him?"

"Yes, it's my classmate, Tang Ji." Nangong Wei's tone was a little unhappy.

Yang Xining smiled slightly: "Since I'm your classmate, let's play together."

As he spoke, Yang Xining took out his mobile phone and prepared to scan the code to pay again.

Nangong Wei on the side quickly stopped her, pouting and saying, "Sister, ignore him, I don't like him."

Tang Ji did not feel frustrated or lost when he heard what Nangong Wei said.

He took out his phone watch and said to Yang Xining: "Big sister, I have my own money, I can pay for it myself."

Nangong Wei watched Tang Ji scan the code to pay and warned, "Hmph, Tang Ji, I'm warning you, you are not allowed to follow us later."

After saying that, Nangong Wei pulled Yang Xining into the room.

Tang Ji sneered, obviously not taking Nangong Wei's warning seriously.

He followed the two quietly.

After entering the eerie haunted house, Yang Xining finally understood that ghosts were not scary, but Nangong Wei's screams were the devilish sound that pierced his ears.

As soon as he came in, Nangong Wei was frightened by several ghost faces.

This caused his emotions to fluctuate. Throughout the process, he sometimes cried because of shock and sometimes screamed because of fear.

I can only follow the crowd.

Although Yang Xining was a little nervous, in order to protect the safety of the two children, he tried his best to remain calm and tried to calm Nangong Wei.

In contrast, Tang Ji, who was also only seven years old, showed calmness beyond his age and was able to complete two or three tasks.

But in the end, he was annoyed by Nangong Wei's crying, and said mercilessly: "Why are you crying? There is nothing to be afraid of."

Although the words were a bit harsh, they unexpectedly made Nangong Wei gradually stop crying.

An hour later, the three of them, along with several young teams on a mission, finally managed to walk out of the haunted house.

Nangong Wei's face was pale at this moment, and he was obviously frightened.

He hugged Yang Xining tightly, as if he was still recalling everything he had just experienced.

Yang Xining patted his back gently to comfort him.

Yang Xining glanced at Tang Ji beside him, only to see him standing there expressionless, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened.

Yang Xining couldn't help but look at this seven-year-old boy with admiration.

This cool kid is so calm.

His eyes revealed a calmness and depth that transcended his age, as if he had already seen through the illusions and realities of the world.

As if he noticed Yang Xining's gaze on him, Tang Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at her.

Yang Xining's eyes met his before she could retract them. She raised her thumbs awkwardly and praised him, "Tang Ji, you are amazing. You really weren't scared at all in the haunted house just now."

Hearing Yang Xining's praise, Tang Ji's face remained calm. He said calmly, "It's nothing. As long as you believe that everything in the haunted house is fake, you won't be afraid."

Yang Xining smiled knowingly, nodded, and said, "Of course I know there are no ghosts in this world, but it's rare to find a child as calm as you."

Tang Ji paused, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "In this world, ghosts are not scary. What is really scary is often the human heart."

These words made Yang Xining look at him a few more times.

Are these really words coming from a seven-year-old boy?

Just then, a fair-skinned, expressionless woman in the crowd walked slowly towards them, holding an umbrella.

Her gait was calm and graceful, like that of a noble lady.

She waved at Tang Ji.

"Xiaoji."

When Tang Ji saw this person, a trace of gloom flashed across his originally handsome face.

He looked up at Yang Xining and said with a smile: "Sister, my mother is here to see me. See you again if we are lucky."

Yang Xining nodded and gave Tang Jingji's mother a friendly smile, but Tang Jingji's mother didn't seem to notice her presence.

She just looked at her son intently, then took out a handkerchief, bent down, and gently wiped the sweat from Tang Ji's forehead.

After wiping the sweat, Tang Ji's mother threw the handkerchief on the ground and took him away.

Tang Ji looked back in the direction of Yang Xining and waved silently.

Yang Xining looked at their backs and murmured, "Tang Ji's mother is so weird."

Nangong Wei had come back to his senses by now. He frowned slightly and explained, "Sister, this is not surprising. Now you know why I hate Tang Ji."

Hearing this, Yang Xining frowned. She turned to look at Nangong Wei and asked, "Because of his mother?"

Nangong Wei shook his head and replied: "It's not just because of his mother, Tang Ji is also a weirdo."

Yang Xining was about to continue asking when she found that the two bodyguards had come over. She checked the time and said, "Okay, Xiaowei, it's getting late, and my sister has to go home too."

Nangong Wei also noticed that the bodyguard had come up to her, so she had no choice but to say goodbye to Yang Xining: "Okay, then sister, be careful on the way, and send me a message when you arrive."

"Okay, definitely."

……

Mo Junli had just finished an important meeting and returned to the office exhausted both physically and mentally.

At this moment, he was sitting on the familiar black leather chair.

As my thoughts were wandering, I inadvertently glanced at the phone on the table.

The screen displayed a picture message sent by bodyguard Richard three hours ago.

Mo Junli raised his eyebrows slightly, a sense of curiosity inexplicably arose in his heart, and he reached out to click on the photo.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes were fixed on the phone screen.

The woman in the photo was squatting, and her fair and slender hands were gently rubbing Nangong Wei's head.

The photo Richard sent was so clear that even the woman's long, curly eyelashes were clearly visible.

Her face looked flawless in the sunlight.

The key is that she looks like me...