On the special skills of getting to the same table

Leaning back on the seat behind her, Wen Jin closed her beautiful and charming peach eyes again, and within 10 minutes, she met Duke Zhou again.

In the dream, all the time was reversed, and it was back to three years ago when the two first met.

In August three years ago, if Wen Jin hadn't broken a bone because he saved a child, then everything would be different from now, the intersection between the two would be pitiful, and would he and Wei Shengxun just be drawn into each other? Strangers called classmates.

August is midsummer, the sun is scorching, and the verdant and lush sycamore trees on both sides of the road block the heat of the poisonous sun, and pick up a place with some shade to settle down. Wei Shengxun holds a piece of white paper that has been crumpled , Looking at the building numbers on the wall of the roadside community, comparing them one by one.

The neighborhood is old, which can be seen from the many brown oil stains left on the outer walls, but because this neighborhood is next to Zhiyuan Middle School, the concept of school district housing has been branded into the minds of parents. Naturally, the price has gone up as well.

He turned between two buildings and said, "Room 401, Unit [-]."

While talking, he climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, remembering that he had seen Wen Jin's request to find someone before, and thought to himself, "I still live at such a high level with a broken bone."

knock knock knock.

After ringing the doorbell a few times but still not hearing the ringtone, I realized that it might be a long time ago and the doorbell was broken, so I knocked on the door instead.

"Who is it?" Wen Jin's question came from inside the door.

"Wei Shengxun." After reporting his name, he took a step back and waited for Wen Jin to open the door.

"Wait a minute, I'll come and open the door for you." He turned the wheelchair with great effort and moved towards the door.

Kacha, knowing that the door was unlocked, but Weishengxun still stood at the original place without moving a step, "Move the wheelchair back."

The words are concise and plain, without a trace of emotion and nonsense. To put it nicely, it is called cold, but to put it bluntly, it is not knowing how to communicate with people.

Wei Shengxun pushed the door open and entered, bumping into the door handle only ten centimeters away from Wen Jin.

"Wen Jin, please take care of me in the future." Wen Jin said his name. He was born good-looking, with a pure voice, and when he laughed, his eyes were bent into half moons, looking very gentle, innocent and harmless.

Wei Shengxun nodded, walked up behind Wen Jin consciously, held the pushing hand, "Where are you going?"

Wen Jin covered her face and shook her head, "No need, I can do it myself." Feeling a little confused, did his parents find someone to take care of him, wondering whether Weishengxun should take care of Weishengxun, or Weisheng Xun takes care of his affairs.

"You are in a wheelchair." Wei Shengxun looked at the layout of the room and saw something being downloaded on the laptop in the bedroom.

Hearing these four words, Wen Jin was a little dazed. It had nothing to do with him being in a wheelchair, but then he realized that what Wei Shengxun said was, "It's inconvenient for you to sit in a wheelchair, so let me push it." .”

Wen Jin felt that she was very powerful. From these four characters, she deduced thirteen characters.

Feeling his feet move, Wen Jin watched Wei Shengxun push him into the bedroom.Holding on to the armrest, trying to transfer myself to the task chair, the movement seems to be very laborious.

Wei Shengxun watched Wen Jin's movements, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Jin's shoulders, half-bent down, put one hand under his armpit, the other avoiding his injured leg, and put him on the work chair with a horizontal hug .

Subconsciously, he wrapped his hands around Wei Shengxun's neck, his face was blushing for no reason, the princess hugged him if he didn't agree with his words, really a real man?