Transformation of Lian Erye [Red Mansion]

Well.

Li Yanyao sighed helplessly again, he couldn't help wondering whether this decision was right or wrong.

Uncle Wen wore a neat suit and combed his hair meticulously, looking very serious.

Hearing Li Wenyao calling him, he would nod his head and lower his eyebrows with a slight smile.

"Uncle Wen, he's my classmate Jia Lian, he's coming to my house for a few days, let's arrange the guest room."

"What kind of room do the young master's classmates like?"

Jia Lian noticed that his residence was proposed, and immediately opened his mouth and said, "I don't care, as long as there is a bathroom in the room, of course, it would be even better if you can see the small garden outside the window, haha."

There was a crack in Uncle Wen's rigid expression.

Sure enough, it was the same as what the young master said on the phone, with a very straightforward temper.

His eyes are quite clear and bright, he doesn't look like a money-worshiping and vain child, the young master doesn't have many friends, this little comrade can barely get by.

Jia Lian didn't know that Uncle Wen examined him from head to toe, and reluctantly accepted his arrival.

If Jia Lian could read minds, he couldn't help complaining that rich people think too much, and they don't love when they feel tired.

Li Wenyao didn't respond to Uncle Wen's arrangement, since he lived in this house anyway, so what's so strange about it!

Jia Lian followed Uncle Wen up and down, up to the second floor and then up to the third floor. At this moment, Li Wenyao felt that something was wrong, so he finally opened his mouth to ask.

"Uncle Wen, what are you doing with me?" Li Yanyao was puzzled, and asked softly as he stopped in front of his room door.

Jia Lian was also thinking about the reason for this problem.

Uncle Wen showed a dumbfounding expression, and said the truth with difficulty: "This is Madam's order, she said that classmate Jia rarely comes to our house, and it is the first time for the young master to bring someone home for the night, so he must live opposite your room. "

Jia Lian burst out laughing, Aunt Li is too cute, and she has to worry so much about making friends with the school bully, I feel sorry for the parents of the world.

Li Yanyao can guess what the bully is thinking without asking, since it's all written on his face, he still needs to guess, hmph, his mother doesn't care about her circle of friends, it's just another gossip to satisfy her.

There are only two rooms on the third floor, and apart from my own, there is only the "abnormal room" opposite.

From his point of view, he didn't think boys would like that kind of room.

"Could it be that she still wants to check the post?" Li Wenyao's words seemed to reject Uncle Wen's arrangement, but unfortunately, there was no if.

Aunt Li seemed to have a tacit understanding with her own son. After Li Wenyao refused, she made a threatening phone call.

Uncle Wen handed the phone to Li Wenyao: "Madam's calling."

Jia Lian was also taken aback by the phone call, it's time...it's time!

As for whether the school bully will have the nightmare psychological shadow of being watched by others, Er Ye Lian said that he has no ability to help orphans.

Anyway, Jia Lian only saw that Li Wenyao's face was green, red and red, mixed with impatient black lines, quite an interesting color palette.

Second Master Lian thought wickedly: If I see such a childish side of the male god, will he be silenced? !

Just thinking about it, Jia Lian felt a shudder running from his tailbone, and the excitement made his eyes brighter and more dazzling.

On this side, Li Wenyao deliberately stayed away from Jia Lian and Uncle Wen, because his mother was too tired of talking and didn't want to lose face.

"Mom, the third floor is my forbidden area." In other words, Jia Lian can live on the second and first floors.

Aunt Li was doing beauty treatment on the phone. She smiled but replied: "You don't listen to your mother, don't you love your mother? You are not filial, don't you know who your mother is? I will not force your feelings. That Jia Lian is really good, try it."

Aunt Li told herself based on her super intuition and experience over the years that her precious son was definitely different from that little classmate.

It's just that the onlookers are obsessed with the authorities, and Aunt Li can't point it out directly. Her son is very stubborn.

Li Yanyao replied indifferently: "Hang up."

"Mom hasn't finished yet."

"..." I was in a bad mood and didn't want to answer.

"Son, why don't you talk?"

"Bad signal."

"Dididi" Aunt Li showed a treacherous smile, brat.

"Madam, please keep your facial expression calm." The soft female voice couldn't help reminding Aunt Li that this VIP guest has such a rich expression in chatting!

"Oh, sorry, I forgot the occasion as soon as I started chatting with my son."

……

He's definitely a kid picked up from the trash can.

Li Manyao numbly handed the phone to Uncle Wen, opened the door and stepped into the room, his movements were natural and fast, without giving Jia Lian a chance to flatter him.

Jia Lian thought that the future would be long, so let's talk about it tomorrow.

He was about to say a few words to Uncle Wen, when Li Wenyao opened the door again, his cold eyes came over him, Jia Lian always felt that the eyes were a little weird.

Li Yanyao just said coolly: "I hope you won't regret living in this room."

Jia Lian was very happy when he heard the words, what is it?You invited me to live in your house, and you spoke in a strange manner. There is still something wrong with this villa. I always feel that Li Wenyao's expression is not lively after he comes in.

For a while, Jia Lian felt strange. Looking at the serious old housekeeper again, Uncle Wen didn't interfere in their conversation, and he didn't have the bad habit of angering an old man.

She smiled sweetly and generously at Uncle Wen, then said good night, and Jia Lian also went into the room to rest.

Uncle Wen looked at the two closed doors, one on the left and one on the right, and suppressed a comforting smile on his serious old face.

"The young master has grown up...maybe...let's take another look."

Uncle Wen said an ambiguous sentence in an inaudible voice, and then walked down the stairs with steady steps.

In the room, after Jia Lian turned on the light, he looked at the furnishings of the room for the first time, and then it was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes.

Omg, what genius designed the room?Light pink big bed, green-pink curtains, blue-pink carpet, pink air-conditioning quilt with lace and white background, printed cherry blossom pillows, romantic and girly?

Jia Lian was so frightened that he hid for a while, no wonder Li Wenyao didn't want me to live in this room.

What a fright!

Hey, brother Li, please let me go.

It's too much for the Lord not to believe your words.

Tired of running around all day, Jia Lian thought about taking a bath first.

He opened the closet and took out a pack of brand new pajamas and pink pants with bear pattern.

Nice and fits the aesthetic of this room.

Jia Lian poked at the slippery silk clothes. This brand is still a famous brand.

His figure is indeed not masculine enough. Once he took off his clothes, the large mirror in the bathroom reflected his whole body, delicate collarbone, milky white leather, slender legs and hips, delicate and small face, squinting eyes, and eyebrows were full of bruises. Charming scenery.

This body is so "delicate", Jia Lian is quite speechless, he prefers a tall and mighty figure, well, I guess he has no chance to grow into an ideal handsome man.

"What a bitch, God why didn't God give me a face and figure like Brother Li's." The greedy Second Master Lian pouted, stretched out his feet to test the water temperature in the bathtub, and groaned when he felt comfortable.

When Jia Lian was full of grief and indignation, wanted to cry, but was enjoying the hot bath, Li Wenyao was seriously writing a novel at his desk.

……

Apart from his own knowledge of this hobby, there is no second insider.

Of course, Li Wenyao was also an interest that arose during his youthful rebellious period. After halfway through writing, he realized that he didn't want to write anymore, so he fell through.

He felt that only the novels he had read, and it was no big deal if he was cheated.

Later, when he heard that a transfer student named Jia Lian had come to the school, Li Xiaoba somehow remembered this failed novel again, and developed a strong interest in finishing it.

With the help of the power of mystery (the author?), Li Wenyao gradually perfected the plot content of the novel.

Today's events are very exciting, and Li Wenyao feels inspired like a fountain.

The blue book was left with a large amount of handwriting by a pen, densely packed and clearly defined.

Every font looks great.

Li Wenyao put down the blue book, picked up a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The sound of splashing water sounded, separated by a layer of glass doors, which seemed vague and indistinct.

The perfect tall figure reflects a sexy shadow.

The light inside the house is as bright as day, and it can be clearly seen even in the middle of the night.

The doors and windows were clearly closed, but an inexplicable gust of wind blew open the blue book.

The pages of the book were slowly being turned page by page. Suddenly, the weird wind stopped and picked up quickly again, but the direction of the wind changed.

The pages of the blue book flipped back, and finally stopped on a certain page in front, on which there were only a few introductions about an obscure supporting role:

Marquis of Anyang, died at the age of seventeen, his appearance was so beautiful that he is beyond the dust, but the appearance of a god is peerless.Today's uncle Guo, whose death seems to be related to Jia Lian of the Rongguo Mansion, never had a wife until his death.

The naughty wind is blowing again, but unfortunately no one sees these contents.

When Li Wenyao came out covered in steam after taking a shower, Lan Pi was peaceful and beautiful, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He carefully locked the blue book into a secret and inconspicuous cabinet, then with a sigh of satisfaction, he sat on the edge of the bed and dried his hair before going to bed.

When the lights were turned off, he glanced in the direction of the door. Can that foolish Xueba sleep?

"Why do I miss him?" He was startled, as if he had thought of some emotional change, and then there were obvious waves in his eyes.

"I didn't like him, I just met him for the first time, I don't believe it..." It was love at first sight for him!

……

Li Wenyao slept extremely unsteadily, as if he was suffocated tightly by the octopus, and seemed to be tied up by someone.

In the middle of the night, Li Wenyao opened his eyes, and felt another person beside the bed, narrowing his eyes dangerously, being entangled with his hands and feet, changing his body.