Yan Shiqi felt more and more that her attitude towards learning tea art was not proper enough, and she planned to make tea for her fourth brother to drink today, and review the lessons she had learned by the way.

At this time, Wen Cheng, who was sitting down with her, looked at her flickering gaze for a moment, and frowned more and more worriedly, "What's wrong?

She can't stand any wind and grass now.

It doesn't matter what you do, but you just can't stand any accidents when you are in the inkstone.

She saw the news on the Internet, and she was so angry that she dropped her phone just now!

Yan Shiqi looked back and caught Wen Cheng's irrepressible panic on her face, she quickly shook her head and comforted her, "No, no, it's my previous tea art teacher who asked me to take time to go to class." Why are you here, I'm still thinking I'll look for you later. ”

Now, Wen Cheng lives in the villa next door to her house, and they can walk to each other in 30 seconds, which makes her feel very relieved and steady.

The people you care about the most are within sight, and your life should not be too fulfilling.

Yan Shiqi was sighing about life, while Wen Cheng was majestic and angry, "You, the tea art teacher, are from Mars? The news about you on the Internet has been turned upside down, and he is still in the mood to let you go to class?"

Seeing Wen Cheng's angry appearance, Yan Shiqi got up and poured her a glass of water, and smiled when he handed it to her, "Don't say that, he is also a university teacher, and he may rarely pay attention to the news on the Internet." Did you see that too?"

"Well, they're all fed one by one, and they actually want to pick up your origins. What nonsense, disgusting!"

Wen Cheng in front of him, his eyes were cold and angry.

Since he met her, Yan Shiqi has rarely seen her so angry.

She put her phone on the coffee table, reached out and knocked the water cup in her hand, "You drink some water first to dissipate your anger."

The Internet is like this, maybe life is too tasteless, and it is hard to have a gossip, of course, you have to open your mind and kick it. Heh, I'm used to it. ”

Wen Cheng poured two sips of water, sat on the sofa and twisted his body a little uncomfortably.

Angry, the wound on her back itched and wanted to scratch it.

Seeing that her mood was stabilizing, Yan Shiqi said with a smile, "Didn't my brother-in-law come with you?"

"Ahem, ahem—"

Wen Cheng was drinking water and choked directly.

She kept coughing, trying to open her mouth to refute, but the more anxious she was, the more sore and itchy her throat became, her face turned red, and she didn't say a complete sentence.

"Oh, don't get excited!" Yan Shiqi looked at Wen Cheng narrowly. Suddenly, I saw her raise her hand to cover her waist and abdomen, her face changed, and she patted her back busily, "What's wrong?"

Wen Cheng put down the water glass, squinted at Shi Qi, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed heavily, which was relieved, "Don't call him brother-in-law, there is no eight characters." ”

"How's the wound?" Yan Shiqi was worried about her wound, and he didn't tease her if he knew it.

Wen Cheng gently touched his waist, waved his hand and shook his head, "It's okay, I was worried that you would be affected by the Internet, but now it seems that you are not affected at all." ”

"It's nothing, it's obvious that someone deliberately brings the rhythm, don't worry, you can't make any waves. ”

has been in the circle for so long, and her mentality has long been cultivated without poison.

The two sisters leaned back on the sofa at the same time, Wen Cheng pursed her lips, and suddenly looked at her very seriously, "Don't you plan to clarify?"