Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Xie Qiyan wanted to ask if he was unhappy at the Wen family. He then thought of his self-conceit in the box that night.

He swallowed the words that were about to come to his lips.

The only one who made him rush forward was Wen Ling, and she simply didn't appreciate it. Sometimes Xie Qiyan didn't even know what was wrong with him; everyone hated him to death.

But he still thought it was cute even though she hated him, even though it always made him mad.

What could he do? He fell in love with such a heartless girl at first sight.

Apart from offering it as a sacrifice and trying to dig it out bit by bit, what else can we do?

Could it be that he locked someone up like that madman Han Xingzhi did? The two of them locked the door and tortured each other.

If he wanted to lock Wen Ling up, no one would be able to say a word, but he couldn't bear to do that.

Looking at the pair of eyes in front of him with a tiny sparkle, he was reluctant to let them dim. Xie Qiyan's heart softened when he saw the girl's eyes sparkling with life.

The next moment he was pissed off.

"T-Prince. Can I go now?"

Wen Ling watched his expression gradually soften and asked tentatively.

"What did you call me?"

Wen Ling pursed her lips as she watched the man, who had suddenly turned fierce again. She wondered if he'd learned how to change his face, as he could change so quickly.

"too-"

"Do you dare to shout?"

He threatened her again. Wen Ling pursed her lips. If he wasn't a good man, caring about her, and kind of handsome, she wouldn't have been threatened by him.

Xie Qi Yan sighed softly. He wasn't even angry, but she was still feeling aggrieved.

"Shout again."

The tone was a bit fierce. Wen Ling looked up and wanted to retort, but seeing his fierce look, she backed off.

Seeing her expression of being angry but not being able to speak out, Xie Qiyan was so angry that he raised his hand and pinched her face.

"call."

"Thank you, Second Young Master."

I shouted, but I was not very willing to do it.

The hand that was pinching her face squeezed, and Xie Qiyan took a breath and gritted his teeth.

"You are really trying to piss me off."

Wen Ling was also angry and slapped his hand away. This is not allowed, that is not allowed.

"Then what are you shouting about?"

This angry and lively look made Xie Qiyan's anger disappear without a trace.

On the contrary, I think it's so damn cute and I love it no matter how I look at it.

Damn it, this girl was born to be his nemesis.

Xiaoqi: A good partner has one skill, which is that they can coax themselves into being happy.

"Think for yourself."

"I do not want."

The voice is so loud, it seems that you are not afraid of him.

Looking at the angry cheek, Xie Qi Yan pinched it again.

Wen Ling waved it away for a long time but failed, and became even angrier.

"Xie Qiyan, let me go."

"Isn't this a shout?"

He let go of the miserable little face that had been ravaged and looked at the little girl who was as angry as a puffer fish.

Xie Qiyan chuckled and ruffled her hair.

"Let's go, let's take you home."

"I can drive back by myself."

The sound is so loud, it seems that he is quite angry.

Seeing Wen Ling got into his car and changed into his coat, he threw Xie Qiyan's coat to him through the car window.

Then he drove away without looking back, leaving the two of them with a puff of exhaust fumes.

Looking at the back of the car, he could imagine that the little girl was still angry.

How can you be so cute?

Looking at Xie Qiyan's sullen look, Song Shian really couldn't bear to watch it.

Rolling his eyes, Song Shi'an cleared his throat.

"Okay, my prince, let's go too."

Xie Qiyan held the coat that Wen Ling threw to him and kicked again.

"Stop being so disgusting to me."

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The party ended late, and Wen Ling slept until noon when she returned to the apartment. She got up, cleaned the house, went to the supermarket to buy some things, and then returned to the apartment.

As I walked into the elevator carrying bags, I saw Wen Wanwan coming in with luggage.

Wen Ling didn't say anything, just clicked on her own floor.

Wen Wanwan thought Wen Ling would ask something, but she barely even looked at her.

You can only speak proactively.

"Mom said it's more convenient to go to school here, so she arranged for me to live upstairs from my sister."

This property originally belonged to the Wen family. The apartments are well decorated and have excellent sound insulation.

There is generally no disturbance between residents.

Wen Wanwan glanced at the instant noodles Wen Ling bought and took the initiative to speak.

"Sister, can't you cook? You can come to my place. I'm a pretty good cook."

"Need not."

Wen Ling refused indifferently, arrived at the floor, and left with the plastic bag, not noticing Wen Wanwan's aggrieved look behind her.

Wen Wanwan didn't understand why Wen Ling could still act so superior in front of her at this time, when it was obvious that she had taken over her status.

Doesn't she feel any guilt at all?

She took the initiative to show her kindness, so why did she still act so arrogant?

Wen Ling had no idea of ​​the annoyance in Wen Wanwan's heart. She was now curled up on the sofa, watching a funny variety show and leisurely eating instant noodles.

On Monday, Wen Ling got up early, changed into casual clothes, tied her hair into a high ponytail, wore no makeup, dressed simply, picked up her schoolbag and went out.

The apartment was very close to the school. Wen Ling bought some breakfast on the way and ate while walking, thinking about her studies in this world.

Wen Wanwan and she were in the same university. She majored in acting, while she studied directing.

It just so happened that Wen Ling's original major was directing, so the academic pressure was immediately reduced. By the time she graduated, she would have her own works, so she could just use them as a reference.

Wen Ling is also a well-known figure in college because of his superior appearance and family background.

Now that the matter of the real and fake daughter has come out, there are a lot more people looking at her on the campus streets.

Wen Ling didn't care. It wouldn't make her lose any weight if people saw her. As long as she didn't dance in front of her, it would be a small problem.

Wen Ling had two full classes in the morning and went back to the dormitory to rest after class. She had another professional class in the afternoon so she was not in a hurry to go back.

Wen Ling had just walked into the four-person dormitory when she heard discussions inside and could hear her name from time to time.

Upon seeing Wen Ling, the other three people in the dormitory fell silent instantly.

Two of them quietly looked up and looked at Wen Ling.

Wen Ling has the best family background among the four people in the dormitory. Usually when she comes back to the dormitory, the other three like to come up to her and talk about topics.

This is the first time it has been so deserted.

The world is indeed fickle.

Wen Ling put down her schoolbag and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She returned to her seat and frowned as she looked at the arrangement of her things.

Now I felt a little angry.

"Who of you touched my things?"

Wen Ling opened the drawer again.

"Not only did he move it, he also took it."

"What can we take from you?"

Qu Sheng was the first to express dissatisfaction. Her family was well off, although not as well off as the Wen family, but she could afford luxury goods.

Su He also nodded. She would never do such a tasteless thing as stealing.

Wen Ling's eyes were fixed on Miao Shishi.

Xiao Qi: "Wen Wen, she was the one who stole it."

"What are you looking at? I know I'm the poorest in our dormitory, but you can't just bully me because I'm poor and suspect I stole it."

Wen Ling laughed in anger. He didn't have the ability to steal things but tried to imitate others. Qu Sheng and Su He, who were sitting there, could tell something was wrong with his panicked eyes.

What's the matter? In this world, if you are poor, you are right? If you are loud, you are right?