Insomnia

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Wen Tongwei had obviously expected this answer, and his expression was a little regretful: "How could he come out like this? At least the Yun family should take care of his life. After all, he is a disabled person, a disabled person."

"Uncle, look, if the Yun family could take care of his life, would he still need to open a shop here? He couldn't say what he couldn't listen to, so he just opened a small shop. He hadn't even finished college, and it was more difficult to find a job. He can't be found," Tao Ling said, "and no one from his family has come to help him for so long."

When Tao Ling said this, he pushed up his glasses and pretended to be confused: "Uncle, where were you before? How come no one came to see Qingying?"

Wen Tongwei rubbed his hands and smiled: "We haven't been in contact with each other for several years."

"No wonder." Tao Ling smiled, "I didn't know Qingying had a brother-in-law before."

At this point, it seemed that there was no need for Chao Wen Qingying to translate. Wen Tongwei still refused to give up: "Although it is like this now, my nephew can still talk to his father, right?"

Tao Ling said "hmm" in confusion: "His father? Where is he?"

Wen Tongwei said: "I mean his stepfather."

"Alas." Tao Ling sighed and deliberately kept silent.

"This Yunhe is going too far." Wen Tongwei said angrily, "Even if he is not his biological son, he is still listed in the household registration book! After my sister died, he did this to her son?"

Tao Ling: "It's not about Uncle Yun. In this situation, uncle, think about it, aunt... aunt is gone. There is no blood relationship in the first place. Qingying has already left the door of the Yun family. At most, he is just like a distant relative. , how else can we be a family? The Yun family is not a philanthropist, so the money and power must be left to their own family."

At this point, Wen Tongwei seemed to have nothing to say. Tao Ling raised his eyebrows at Wen Qingying while he wasn't paying attention. Wen Qingying blinked in response and turned to straighten the flower stand.

Seeing that Tongwei was about to speak again, Tao Ling was the first to say, "Uncle, um, there's something I want to tell you."

Wen Tongwei: "Say."

"That's right," Tao Ling cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, "Qingying and I are here. The flower shop has a big initial investment, and the rent in the city center is also expensive. I encountered something during this time and I was short of money. Ordinarily, my uncle You are an elder, so you shouldn't say this...but look, if you have a lot of money, can you lend us some?"

Wen Tongwei looked troubled and said, "I am also troubled."

After this sentence, both parties fell into an awkward silence. After a long time, Wen Tongwei said: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"You walk slowly." Tao Ling stood up.

Seeing that Tongwei was about to go out, Wen Qingying put down the kettle and sent him out.

Seeing the person disappear by the door, Tao Ling shrugged: "Who doesn't know these words? Hey."

Wen Qingying didn't ask anything when he came in. Tao Ling knew that he probably knew his uncle's virtues, so he didn't say much.

Tao Ling kept thinking about what Xia Chi said. He went back to Wen Qingying's place in the afternoon and sat on the sofa side by side to rest. He grabbed Wen Qingying's hand and played with it back and forth, pretending to open the inside of his arm casually. , and saw a tiny scar.

Wen Qingying's skin color was cold white, and the scar was slightly pink, but the surrounding area was abnormally bluish-white, so it was not too difficult to recognize.

The moment he saw it clearly, Tao Ling's heart suddenly tightened, but he remained calm and maintained his previous state. After seeing it clearly, he turned his hand over and stroked it gently.

After a while, Wen Qingying sent him a message: "Sir, you seem to be very interested in my hands today?"

Tao Ling was stunned. He didn't know why, but it was getting easier and easier for him to choke when talking to Wen Qingying. After a while, he responded: "When did I stop being interested in your hands? They are so beautiful."

Wen Qingying smiled gently, Tao Ling lowered her head and kissed his wrist. Wen Qingying gently pulled her hand away and hugged his chin.

Tao Ling didn't struggle, he just relied on the strength of his hand to raise his head, opened his mouth slightly, and waited for his kiss.

He was obsessed with Wen Qingying's hugs and kisses, not because he needed these things like oxygen, but like he needed sunshine and wind. He could live without them, but he would never be happy.

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