The big entertainer adopted by the female president

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bathroom.

"crash"

Wen Yan was standing under the shower washing his body.

After his whole body was soaked in hot water, he turned off the shower and began to apply shower gel on his body.

Wen Yan frowned and rubbed the bottom of his neck over and over again, as if this part was particularly dirty.

"It's defiled!" While rubbing his body, he glanced at the storage basket not far away in disgust.

Inside was the dirty clothes he had just changed, and it was full of food scraps, the vomit after drinking.

Yes, he was sprayed all over.

And the person who sprayed him was even more unexpected.

A girl who offered to drink to celebrate, even after drinking a few glasses of red wine, sprayed him all over her body.

It's true - vomit after drinking, no ambiguity.

With this amount of alcohol, you still want to get others drunk?

That girl really thinks too much.

Zhao Xiaochen drank a few glasses of red wine, his face was as usual, he walked steadily, and he couldn't see the slightest difference.

Now it is estimated that he and the old lady have returned to the orphanage.

Alas, she must not be allowed to drink outside in the future. If this is placed in a bar, it will be her life to be picked up.

After rubbing for a minute or two, Wen Yan turned on the shower again after his whole body was covered with white foam, and began to rinse his body.

"Hoo" hot water sprinkled on his body, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Apart from being sprayed with filth by the girl today, other things are quite satisfactory to him.

After this home visit, the old lady should feel relieved after learning about the situation of the adoptive family.

This also settled one of his worries.

In the past life of Beibiao, every time his parents asked him how he was doing, even if he had a hard steamed bun in his hand, and he was cold and white, he would laugh and say to his parents—

I live very well here, you don't have to worry.

Recently, someone invited me for a commercial performance, and the appearance fee was very high. After two days, I will remit the extra money to you, and I can't save it.

In fact, at that youthful age, he was only lonely.

Well, it's nothing but looks.

But adults are like this. They don't want to worry about people who care about you. Some pain can only be tasted slowly by themselves.

What's more, in this small home in Room 601, he lives really well.

The girl treats him well.

This is even more inappropriate, making the old lady worry about him.

Secondly, he also showed his musical talent in a more reasonable way.

When he sang for Wang Luoqi, he considered the possibility of being discovered, so he chose a children's song that was more suitable for his age.

And the old lady's self-improvement gave him a reasonable patch.

That's right, the old lady is a really good music teacher, and she could hear the mood of Little Xingxing at once.

This is the song he wrote for the orphans from the perspective of the children in the orphanage.

Whether it's the tune or the lyrics, it's his heart.

Well, yes, no rebuttals are accepted.

Of course, it is inevitable to be questioned and tested.

The old lady asked him about his common sense in composition.

Including basic music theory, knowledge of harmony, music structure, and the source of inspiration for this piece.

Of course these are hard to say.

In his previous life, he was able to emerge in the music world, and he also had a piercing experience in music.

Alas, many innocent boys understand the importance of knowledge only after they have endured the hardships of society.

When he was in school, if he could show the hard work of studying music, why would he not be able to get into a good university?

As for Zhao Wanqi, she is even more outrageous.

She took a few old newspapers for him to read directly from under the coffee table, and pouted and muttered:

"You can't even recognize the words, how did you fill in the words?"

Wen Yan wanted to spit out a mouthful of sauerkraut from Zhao Wanqi at that time.

The two exchanged text messages so many times, and the girl even thought that he could not recognize the words completely.

Then how did he send the message, what is the voice input?

Thinking about it, I can understand that Zhao Wanqi is a music student, and she has studied music theory for so long, but in the end she was crushed by his child.

Eighty percent of the girl's mentality is broken.

……

"Shhhhh."

While rinsing his body with the shower, Wen Yan faced the drain, releasing the bulging lower bladder.

Gee, comfortable.

After rinsing the foam on the body, wipe the water marks from the lower body with a towel.

Drying his body, Wen Yan put on a small bathrobe, put the dirty clothes into the sink, and left the bathroom.

Wu Wanqing went to take the old lady and the two back to the orphanage, and it took about an hour to return.

Now he and Wang Luoqi are the only two left at home.

The key point is that Wang Luoqi was still drunk and turned into that ghost, and the task of taking care of the girl naturally fell on his young body.

Alas, I was under pressure that I shouldn't have at this age, Wen Yan sighed silently in his heart.

The girl vomited in a mess, and it must be uncomfortable in her stomach now.

As a caring child, Wen Yan will definitely not ignore it.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water, added a few spoons of honey to it, and then walked towards the master bedroom.

"Squeak."

With a slight noise, the master bedroom door slowly opened and closed again, and Wen Yan entered the room.

I saw the curly delicate curves on the dark-toned sheets.

Went to the bedside and observed the girl's state. Her little face was flushed red, her red lips were a little dry, and her beautiful crescent eyebrows were also wrinkled.

Obviously, a girl who is sleeping can also feel physical discomfort.

Wen Yan looked a little distressed, obviously he couldn't drink enough, why did he have to be brave?
Drinking is a matter of what she can do. Hasn't she heard that jingle--

Wine, it's like water in a bottle, it's haunted when you drink it, you talk and walk, and you walk.

Fortunately, the girl's wine is good. After vomiting, she will lie on the corpse. If there is a bad problem of being drunk, his small body can't stand it.

"Sister Luo Qi, get up and drink some water before going to sleep." Wen Yan shouted in the girl's ear.

The girl continued to lie down, apparently not listening.

"Sister Luo Qi, wake up, drink some water and go to sleep." Wen Yan poked the girl's shoulder.

The girl is still lying dead.

Wen Yan: ? ? ?
Fanning the girl's face with his small hand, he continued to shout in a different way:

"Sister Luo Qi, it's time to get up and go to work."

"Huh?" The girl's eyelashes moved.

"Don't make a fuss, little guy, let my sister sleep for a while, and I will wake up when the alarm clock rings."

She turned over, rubbed the pillow beside her with her little hand, and said in a loud voice:

"Hey, why is the little guy swollen and hard? It doesn't feel good at all."

Wen Yan: "."

Looking at the pillow that the girl disliked and pushed aside, Wen Yan's eyelids twitched fiercely.

He seemed to understand a little bit, the reason why the girl burrowed into his bed at night.

Is this because he is softer and baa?
"Wang Luoqi!!!" A child's dolphin sound came from the master bedroom.

The girl pulled the quilt over her head: "What's up with the swelling? I said don't make trouble."

"Get up for me!" Wen Yan lifted the girl's quilt directly.

He was a little angry, drunk like this, how could his body take it without drinking some warm water to slow down.

Then he saw...

Well, the light of the right path shines on the ground.

Without waiting for the girl to speak, Wen Yan quickly explained: "Sister Luo Qi, listen to my sophistry"

"Ah, listen to my explanation, I didn't mean to, I didn't think of you."

Wen Yan wanted to give himself a big mouth. He was usually articulate and eloquent, but at the critical moment, he fell off the chain.

Of course, it was mainly because of the tension.

With the girl's hidden little devil attributes, he will never have any good fruit to eat when he encounters such an embarrassing thing.

He was worried that his little sapling might die prematurely and lose the chance to grow into a towering tree.

But before he could finish speaking, the girl pulled him to him, and a small hand pinched his ear.

When the calf was over, Wen Yan with his eyes closed cried out in his heart.

He could think of the next scene: twisting his ears, choking his neck, throwing it on the bed, and stripping his pants was a one-stop service.

If it’s not good, I have to add a “snap-finger magic” seller as a gift.

But he guessed the beginning correctly, but he guessed the ending wrong.

Wang Luoqi just twisted his ears lightly, and there was no extra movement.

Um?Wen Yan was a little puzzled. He was mentally prepared to endure the humiliation, but he didn't expect the girl to move.

This is really a surprise.

Wen Yan opened her eyes quietly, and saw the girl in front of her, her face was as red as rouge, her eyes were like autumn water, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

How is this going?

With the question mark on Wen Yan's forehead, Wang Luoqi's current state seems to be a little off.

He hasn't seen a girl before, this shy little appearance, is this because of drunkenness?

Cold and strong, with sharp eyes, that is the female president in working condition.

Gentle and considerate, she is a beautiful girl in a home state.

Raising his chin lightly and waving the banknotes, that is the cashier who specializes in money fans.

The smile is dangerous, the beautiful eyes are slightly narrowed, that is the little devil with black belly.

Her little face was flushed red and her eyes were like autumn water. Could this be the drunken girl who was drinking too much?

Wen Yan felt that he had unlocked a new pose of Wang Luoqi, which was still very charming.

He was a little tangled, and he just swore that he couldn't let Wang Luoqi drink anymore.

But looking at the girl in front of her, Wen Yan's thoughts were suddenly shaken a little bit. If you are not at home, you can drink properly.

Anyway, there are no outsiders.

The ancients said it well, have a good drink.

Well, it's a good habit.

"You are not good boy."

Looking at the stunned warm words, Wang Luoqi poked his fat cheek with his small hand:
"Hmph, at such an old age, you dare to lift elder sister's quilt. When you grow up later, wouldn't you want to dig into elder sister's quilt?"

Hey, what are you talking about, I'm not that kind of astringent kid, Wen Yan felt that Wang Luoqi was trying to contaminate people's innocence out of thin air.

How could he do something so outrageous?
The girl really looked down on his "warm, positive energy, speech" character.

He is a positive energy spokesperson who came through space, and he definitely has impure thoughts in his mind.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense." Wen Yan came directly with a classic three-line denial.

Seeing Wen Yan shaking his head, a smile appeared at the corner of Wang Luoqi's mouth, revealing two shallow dimples:

"Elder sister is very accurate in seeing people. You look like a cute child on the surface, but you are actually a troublemaker in private."

I can't even get up. How could I do such a difficult technique? Wen Yan felt helpless. He handed the cup to Wang Luoxi and changed the subject:

"Sister Luo Qi, you must have had a hard time drinking just now. Drink some honey water to slow down."

"Wow, so sweet."

Wang Luoqi's beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and the dimples on his cheeks became more and more obvious:

"Sister really didn't hurt you in vain~"

"Cough cough." Wen Yan coughed to hide the embarrassment.

Although he thinks Wang Luoqi's current appearance is very charming, he is still a little uncomfortable because of the difference from his usual state.

"Gollum, Gollum."

After drank the honey water in the water glass, Wang Luoqi subconsciously burped.

"Ding." The girl put the water glass on the bedside table, and then leaned down.

After two seconds.

She patted Wen Yan's shoulder, pointed to the bedside table not far away, and said with a smile:

"Help me bring the notebook in the bottom layer of the cabinet. My sister has a headache and can't be bothered to move it."

"Oh, good." Wen Yan felt a little stunned as he touched the saliva on his forehead.

If you want to help, just say it directly, why do you do anything? Wen Yan strongly condemned the girl's sneak attack.

Open the bottom of the bedside table, there are only two things in it:

A pink glass jar filled with little stars.

A yellowed notebook with eight or nine labels on it.

Taking out the notebook and handing it to the girl, Wen Yan asked curiously:
"Sister Luo Qi, what is this!"

"The diary."

Pulling out the signature pen in the notebook, the girl wrote in the notebook and said:

"Someone told me when I was a child that I should record all my joys, sorrows, and sorrows. When I look back on life in the future, if there are more joys than sorrows, then my life will be happy."

"But now the sadness in the book is almost overflowing."

"So when I encounter happy things, I have to write them down quickly and balance the sadness in the book."

Seeing the smile at the corner of the girl's mouth, Wen Yan felt a little touched. Did she really just want to balance the sadness in the book?

How can there be emotions in the notebook?

There is no need to talk about sad topics, it will only make sad people more sad.

Pointing to the glass jar in the cabinet, Wen Yan changed the subject and said:
"Sister Luo Qi, did you also fold that jar of little stars?"

"A little star is stacked every day, and one day it will fulfill your wish." After the girl finished writing the diary, she tilted her head to look at Wen Yan and smiled:
"But it seems a little out of place."

"Maybe you haven't folded enough." Looking at the full glass jar, Wen Yan said with a guilty conscience.

"Perhaps so."

Wang Luoqi beckoned to Wen Yan: "Come here, little guy, my sister will show you something."

"What are you looking at?" Wen Yan walked to the bed with some doubts in his heart.

"Nuo, look at this." Wang Luoqi handed the notebook to Wen Yan.

"Ah, this, this is not good." Wen Yan shook his head decisively.

This is the girl's privacy, and he doesn't want to pry.

Wang Luoxi was a little puzzled: "I just want to share my mood with you, what's wrong with that?"

However, these feelings are your joys and sorrows, and also the first half of your life.

"Sister Luo Qi, you are drunk, and your thoughts may not be very rational now. Let's talk about this topic when you are sober." Wen Yan played Tai Chi.

A loneliness flashed in Wang Luoxi's beautiful eyes: "You think my book is too sad, so you don't want to read it."

"I don't, I just"

Before Wen Yan could finish speaking, Wang Luoxi carried him onto the bed.

The loneliness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the smile of the little devil:
"But if you don't look, it doesn't seem to work."

"Bridge bean sack." Looking at the small hand on the tie of his bathrobe, Wen Yan broke out the movie vocabulary again.

"Sister Luo Qi, I suddenly want to watch it."

Looking at the little guy who can bend and stretch, the corners of Wang Luoqi's mouth rise slightly.

Sure enough, to deal with this little slicker, you still have to be strong.

Forced to open the notebook helplessly, Wen Yan also discovered the function of tags.

The age at the time of writing the diary is written on it.

The first label is six years old.

On August [-], the weather was fine.

Today is my birthday. After today, Xiao Nan will be six years old. Mama told Xiao Nan that Xiao Gongju must develop a good habit of writing a diary.

Then there will be good memories in the future.

Seeing that Wen Yan's pupils contracted slightly, the person who asked Wang Luoqi to record the joys, sorrows and sorrows of his life was really the woman Wu Wanqing.

This light mature woman is really killing it.

Perhaps, she just wanted her daughter to develop the habit of writing a diary.

But she never imagined that Wang Luoqi would insist on ten years of her casual words.

In the past ten years, the original blank book was filled with the girl's sorrow.

……

Outside the master bedroom door.

A light mature woman in a cheongsam stood quietly in front of the door, and through the crack of the door that was left uncovered in the bedroom, she could hear the sound of conversations coming from the room.

She has been back for a while.

It was when she heard the crisp sound of the water glass hitting the table from the room that she stopped the thought of knocking on the door.

Now that her daughter has woken up, she has lost the opportunity to enter the door.

At this moment, the light mature woman clutched her red lips tightly, as if she was suppressing something.

The beautiful eyes full of charm were already full of tears.

Little Xingxing, notebook, these are the words she and her daughter have said, which are stored in her long-term memory.

It was already blurry enough to remember, but when I heard the girl's whisper in the room, it suddenly became very clear.

It turned out that she once told her daughter that she had such a girlish heart.

Unfortunately, with that accident, she was immersed in remorse, ignored her daughter's thoughts, and missed too many details.

It turns out that every time the little girl is lying in front of the desk and writing in that notebook, she is recording sadness!
It's all because of her that what should have been a beautiful and sweet record turned into a cruel thing.

At this moment, Wu Wanqing had mixed feelings in her heart.

……

"Squeak."

When Wen Yan walked out of the master bedroom, she saw Wu Wanqing sitting on the sofa in the living room with her mobile phone in her hand.

"Auntie, when did you come back?" Wen Yan was a little puzzled.

"I just got home." The light mature woman's face was natural.

She raised her phone and smiled:
"Nuo, I'm sending a message to your grandma Wen. The old lady insists that I send her a message when I get home."

"Oh, this is Grandma Wen's habit." Wen Yan said cooperatively.

People are tough, but smart children should ignore some small details automatically.

For example, several hours have passed since he took a shower.

"How is Luo Qi, is it better?"

"It's much better. Sister Luo Qi drank some honey water and is now sleeping again."

Glancing into Wu Wanqing's eyes, Wen Yan consciously chose, 36 tricks - run away!
Ahem, joke, joke.

It's the best way to go!
"Auntie, I'm a little sleepy, so I went back to my room to sleep first."

Wen Yan yawned: "When you leave, just remember to close the door."

"Well, you go to rest first. Auntie will sit for a while and leave." Wu Wanqing took a sip of tea.

After Wen Yan entered the room, the doors of the second bedroom and the master bedroom were lightly closed.

Wu Wanqing was left alone in the living room.

After half an hour.

Wu Wanqing stood up slowly, took off the high heels on her little feet, and walked towards the master bedroom with her lotus feet bare.

"Squeak."

Gently pushing open the hidden door, he silently came to the bed, looking at the sleeping girl, the mature woman's beautiful eyes were full of complexity.

Ten years have passed by in a hurry, as if in a flash.

But it also changed a lot of things.

The girl in front of her has grown from a childish little girl to a slim and beautiful girl.

She also went from the most beautiful age of women to the fork in the fork in the age of confusion.

In the past ten years, they have also changed from an intimate mother and daughter to the relatively silent appearance they are today.

Thinking of the past, the light mature woman's beautiful eyes filled with tears again.

She leaned down slowly, carefully touched the girl's sleeping face, and whispered softly:

"Luo Xi, I'm sorry, it was my mother who ignored your feelings before."

"But mom is also a mom for the first time, and I hope you can give me a chance to make up for it."

Emotions gradually lost control, and her fingers were constantly shaking. Wu Wanqing quickly retracted the palm of her hand from the girl's face to prevent her from waking up.

Covering her trembling red lips, Wu Wanqing slowly crouched down and quietly looked at the girl's beautiful profile.

After a long time.

The light mature woman staggered out of the master bedroom, dragging her numb legs, and slowly closed the door.

With the inaudible sound of the door closing, Wang Luoxi, who was supposed to be sleeping, also slowly opened his eyes.

The moment the girl opened her eyes, tears wetted her long, thick eyelashes.

"Ah" with a faint sigh, Wang Luoxi slowly closed her beautiful eyes again.

This time, she really fell asleep.

The so-called drunk is just to find a suitable excuse for his willful thoughts.

With her methods, if she really wanted to clean up Zhao Wanqi, why would she use such a low-end way of fighting wine.

Wang Luoqi has been to the orphanage and knows Wu Wanqing's driving speed. With her computing ability, she can naturally calculate the time it will take.

So since she woke up, she has been paying attention to the movement in the living room.

If there is something unexpected today that Wang Luoqi expected, it should be—

Food residue sprayed on Wen Yan!
……

Second bedroom.

Wen Yan's little hand was tapping on the keyboard cracklingly.

Because Ah Shuai is a campus-themed comic, Wen Yan originally wanted to wait until he officially entered the school before starting to serialize it on the Internet.

But after today's events, his worries are much less.

Since this life is definitely going to take the road of a great entertainer, why bother to look ahead?
Anyway, he is also using the "wild saury" tribal vest, and there is no risk of exposure in a short time.

When he is an adult, even if outsiders know the truth, they will only admire his talent.

Again, there are many geniuses in this world, why can't there be one more of him?

Push everything to talent, and that's how he answers the panacea from now on.

Open the comics section of the tribe, and Wen Yan directly clicks the upload button.

This time, he directly uploaded [-] episodes, and in the future, he will continue to upload Ah Shuai comics at the serial speed of two episodes per day.

Look at the notification window that the upload was successful.

A sly smile appeared on the corner of Wen Yan's mouth:
Blue Star's salted fish cartoonists,
Tremble!
Wen Xiaoyan, who doesn't talk about martial arts, is here!

……

　From writing this afternoon to the present, I am exhausted.

　　Tomorrow is the end of the month, so ask for a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)