his allure

Chapter 249 He Guards His Dead Wife's Hard Work
But even so, she still revealed an indescribable delicacy.It was a smooth life for so many years, erasing the helplessness and humbleness of the past.

A security guard came over with a flattering tone: "Miss, what can I do for you?"

Wen Mian's tone was very calm: "I want to see your dean."

The security guard nodded, and quickly said: "Do you want to adopt a child? If so, I will take you to see the principal." Wen Mian was noncommittal, and smiled slightly: "Okay, thank you."

The security guard was a young boy, seeing her smile, his face flushed, and he said in a low voice, "You look like my idol when you smile."

"Who is your idol?" Wen Mian went in with him, seemingly casually asking.

"It's Wen Mian, the youngest actress in the past few years. It would be great if I could get her autographed photo. I don't have much chance to meet her. If I can get an autographed photo, it would be great for me." Alright." The security guard spoke earnestly, as if the name alone gave him too much joy and anticipation.

There was some warmth in Wen Mian's heart.

But when she spoke, her tone was still very light: "Yes."

The security guard was stunned, unable to hear the deep meaning in her words.

Along the way, the two of them didn't talk too much.

Wen Mian stood at the door of the dean's office and smiled at him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you have a good chat with the dean. The children in our yard are very good. If you adopt them, you will not regret it." He said sincerely and sincerely.

Wen Mian has been in the entertainment industry all these years, and it has been a long time since she saw such a sincere person.Her smile deepened, and she said, "Okay, I see."

The moment Wen Mian opened the door and walked into the office, the dean was standing by the bookshelf, putting a heavy dictionary on the top with great difficulty.His hair is gray and white, and his back is slightly bent.

At this time, with his back to Wen Mian, he heard footsteps, so he smiled and said, "Hello, who are you? What can I do for you?"

Wen Mian vaguely thought of her childhood. At that time, Dean Zhong had not passed away, and the dean in front of her now was Dean Zhong's husband, Fu Qiao.The two of them, husband and wife, take care of this small orphanage together, protecting the last shelter of those displaced children.

Later, that fire caused the tragedy of Dean Zhong's death.Fu Qiao took over the position of Dean Zhong and continued to stay in the orphanage.

He guarded the painstaking efforts of his deceased wife for several years, never leaving
Wen Mian opened her mouth, and her face, which had always been calm, showed a trace of defeat.She opened her mouth, her voice choked with sobs: "Dean, it's me, I'm Mianmian."

The book in the dean's hand fell heavily to the ground.

He turned his head hastily, just in time to meet Wen Mian's slightly smoky eyes.

"Mianmian, you've grown so big." That voice, with indescribable emotion, is right and wrong.

With red eyes, Wen Mian nodded emphatically.

The two stood looking at each other with tears in their eyes.
Later, the two sat opposite each other at the coffee table, the tea smelled slightly bitter and clear, lingering in the air.

Fu Qiao poured a cup of tea for her, smiling compassionately, with a little bit of uneasiness and embarrassment: "Mianmian, I have nothing to entertain you, only these coarse teas."

(End of this chapter)