Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Cheng Beiyan glanced at Xue Jin with disdain, then turned his gaze to Fu Yu, who was leaning quietly on Wen Ling's shoulder, and explained, "Ah Yu is like this. After drinking a little, well, it's easy for him to be more—"

Cheng Beiyan hesitated for a moment and uttered a word, "Be good."

This word made Cheng Xingran and Xue Jin laugh. Cheng Beiyan paused and then said, "But this is the first time you've been so clingy."

Wen Ling lowered her eyes and looked at the sticky rice dumpling leaning against her. Her hair was a little messy, covering her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

His eyelashes looked long and cute, his face was delicate and small, and his lips were as red as rose petals. Wen Ling couldn't help but lower her head and kiss him on the lips again.

As if sensing Wen Ling's breath, Fu Yu unconsciously raised his face slightly and kissed her lips in response.

Stepping back a little, Fu Yu opened his eyes without knowing when, his eyelashes trembled, and his peach blossom eyes were dark with a hint of drunkenness.

Wen Ling pecked his eyes mischievously. As if annoyed by Wen Ling, Fu Yu buried his entire face in Wen Ling's neck so that she couldn't see his face.

Having found the fun, Wen Ling stopped bothering him and let him lean back obediently while she took a sip of the juice on the table.

“Awesome, sister, no, you will be my sister from now on. How dare you take advantage of Fu Yu like this.”

Xue Jin changed his previous attitude of ignoring Wen Ling, pulled Cheng Xingran to change seats, and sat next to Wen Ling, his eyes shining brightly.

Cheng Xingran rolled his eyes and pushed Xue Jin away with his phone, "Wenwen, add me on WeChat."

"Quarrel-"

Princess Fu in his arms dragged out her voice, very angry.

Xue Jin and Cheng Xingran immediately shut up, as if performing a pantomime. Cheng Xingran pointed to the QR code on his phone, and Wen Ling nodded and took out his phone to scan and add it.

"Why is he so sleepy?"

After finishing the meal, Fu Yu still clung to her and refused to get up.

"I stayed up all night playing games in the internet cafe yesterday."

Fu Yu was woken up unwillingly and was in a low mood. The driver of the Fu family was already waiting outside. Several people got in the car. Wen Ling had just sat down next to Fu Yu when Fu Yu leaned his head over.

The two of them sat in the last row. Wen Ling felt her arms were sore, so she placed his head on her lap and ruffled his hair.

Fu Yu was sent back first, and then the Fu family driver sent the other people in the car back.

"Wenwen, maybe we'll be in the same class next week."

Cheng Xingran leaned close to Wen Ling's ear and whispered, "Rumor has it, the classes will be re-divided for this midterm exam."

In order to get closer to Ji Shu, she has been trying her best recently.

Beijing No. 1 Middle School is famous for its efficiency in grading papers, and the class division list will be out next Monday.

Cheng Xingran felt that he was sure to be the last one to be admitted to the first class.

Wen Ling narrowed her eyes. This incident seemed to be in the original story, and Cheng Xingran was indeed in the first class.

But in the original story, the relationship between the two is still not familiar.

Thinking about not having school the next two days, Cheng Xingran looked at Wen Ling and said, "Wen Wen, where do you live? I'll come visit you tomorrow."

Wen Ling shook her head. "I'm moving this week, so I'm busy."

"Moving, where to move?"

"I plan to rent a house in a community near the school."

Cheng Xingran nodded. "Are you moving tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? I'll help you."

"The day after tomorrow, you don't need to help me, I can do it myself."

Cheng Xingran held her arm unwillingly, "Oh, just think of it as me going to play with you, otherwise I'll be very bored."

Wen Ling didn't refuse again.

Wen Ling went to look at houses early on Saturday morning. Wen Ling didn't intend to let herself down and chose a house in a nice community. The house was on the fifth floor, facing the sun, and had a large balcony.

Two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

"Why does Wenwen want to rent a two-bedroom apartment when she lives alone?"

Xiao Qi glanced at the house Wen Ling was planning to rent in confusion. It was quite big and the living room was also spacious.

Wen Ling calculated what she needed to buy, "An extra room would be good for raising a princess."

That day, Wen Ling bought all the items needed for the new home and nestled into the newly bought lazy sofa. Wen Ling was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

Moving is exhausting.

Open all the windows in the house to let in sunlight and ventilate the house.

On Sunday, Wen Ling came to the community early in the morning with her suitcase, and met Cheng Xingran as she walked into the elevator.

Cheng Xingran helped her take a bag and asked, "You're done moving without waiting for me?"

"We've finished moving."

Cheng Xingran stared at Wen Ling with a sad and accusing look on his face.

"Wait, come shopping with me. I have some things to buy."

Cheng Xingran suddenly perked up, "Okay."

She likes shopping.

The two of them went to the mall and bought a drink. They walked and stopped from time to time. Wen Ling bought some small things. When passing by a store, she made eye contact with a cat through the glass.

It is a Persian cat with an orange gradient, and its eyes are one blue and one gold, which look like glass under the reflection of the lights of the shopping mall.

Noticing Wen Ling's gaze, Maomao narrowed his eyes, glanced at her proudly, and looked away.

Dissatisfied with Wen Ling still looking at it, the cat's fur stood up, and its fleshy paws slapped the glass with a muffled sound, as if trying to scare Wen Ling.

Cheng Xingran chuckled, "This cat has quite a bad temper."

Cheng Xingran, with great interest, pulled Wen Ling into the store.

Cheng Xingran took some cat food from the clerk to tease the cat, but the cat didn't even look at it.

It meowed fiercely at Cheng Xingran in its milky voice and raised its head.

Cheng Xingran chuckled, "You have quite a bad temper."

Another clerk smiled and handed over another brand of cat food, "He usually likes to eat this kind."

Wen Ling took it and tried to get closer, "Do you want to eat it?"

Cheng Xingran was amused by Wen Ling's serious voice, "It would be strange if it could understand."

Maomao glanced at it, looked away and said nothing.

Wen Ling tried to hug it, but it just stared at her until Wen Ling held it in her arms, and its fur was about to explode.

Wen Ling put the cat food in front of it and said, "Give me some face and try it."

The cat's voice was very thin, low and soft. She stared at the cat food for a long time, as if she was thinking about whether to give her this face.

Finally, he glanced at Wen Ling, lowered his head, and took a bite. This was considered a favor.

"Hey, this cat must have become a spirit."

Wen Ling smiled and stroked its fur. The cat squinted its eyes comfortably, opened them lazily and glanced at Wen Ling, as if willing to give her this honor, and obediently let her hold it.

"Be good and come home with me."

Anyway, she has time now, so it's no problem for her to keep a cat.

Seeing this, the clerk came forward and asked, "Are you sure you want to keep it?"

Wen Ling nodded, and Cheng Xingran stepped forward and held out his hand, "Let me see if this is a male or female."

Wen Ling did not stop him, but before Cheng Xingran could touch its cat paw, it was slapped hard.

Cheng Xingran stared at it with his hands red, "You hit it pretty hard."

If her nails hadn't been cut, her hand would have bled.