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Chapter 422 Wen Huaiyan Extra Story 2
"Mom, what's the matter?"

Since the patriarchal father kicked out their mother and daughter for the sake of Xiaosan and Xiaosan's son, they have been the only mother and daughter for so many years.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired from working today."

Han Ming quickly wiped away his tears, touched his daughter's fair face: "Okay, let's go to do homework, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Really okay?" Meng Yu looked worried.

"Well, don't worry."

Meng Yu put down her schoolbag and rolled up her sleeves, her small arm was whiter than snow: "I'll make dinner then, Mom, go and rest for a while."

Seeing her daughter's busy figure, Han Ming felt a prick in her heart. Meng Yu has been obedient since she was a child. When other girls want this or that coquettish and capricious, she comes back to help as soon as school is over.

Thinking of the phone call just now, Han Ming lowered his head in pain.

The next morning, Meng Yu woke up and saw two breakfasts on the table.

She finished her own and went downstairs with another one. Han Ming was busy in the breakfast shop with the plate.

Seeing her, he said, "Today I made Huai Yan's favorite steamed bun, remember to bring it to him."

Meng Yu pursed her lips, hummed, and tugged on the strap of her schoolbag with one hand: "Mom, I'm leaving."

"Slow down on the road and pay attention to the car."

When we arrived at school, there were not many people in the class. Meng Yu made a paper, and when he looked up, there were gradually more people.

Wen Huaiyan entered the classroom at this time, surrounded by the group of friends. He looked like he was not awake, his school uniform was loose, and his hair was still curled up.

"Hello." He subconsciously sat behind her and kicked her stool: "My breakfast."

Wen Huaiyan has a tricky mouth and refuses to eat anything that doesn't suit his appetite. A while ago, his parents were not in China, and he couldn't get used to the food made by the nanny. After Meng Yu's mother found out, she asked her to bring him a copy every day. , Wen Huaiyan is good-looking, and his grades remain first every year. Her mother almost treats him like a son.

Meng Yu didn't hear it.

He clicked his tongue and called her name: "Meng Yu."

His voice was lazy, but it was a little dangerous at this time.

Meng Yu put down his pen and took out the insulated box, and when he turned around, he saw his head propped up, staring at her with dark eyes.

Meng Yu's heart beat a little faster for no reason, and he pursed his lips: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wen Huaiyan withdrew his gaze, took the insulation box, opened the lid, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

Meng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt lost.

Wen Huaiyan ate quickly, his cheeks swelled slightly, Meng Yu turned around, trying to take out a tissue from his schoolbag and give it to him.

At this moment, Ouyang Shan came in through the front door. She was transferred from another school last month. She was tall and a very individual girl. Meng Yu knew that many boys in the class were talking about her quietly.

Boys of this age have almost no resistance to enthusiastic, cheerful and beautiful girls.

"Wen Huaiyan, sit here."

Ouyang Shan said to him: "I don't understand some of yesterday's questions, can you teach me?"

Wen Huaiyan ate the steamed stuffed bun without raising his head: "Okay."

He studies well and has no airs, so he is very popular among the students.It made no difference to him whether it was a boy or a girl who asked him.

Meng Yu pinched the tissue, which was soft, but it seemed to have barbs for no reason, which hurt her palm.

Wen Huaiyan sat next to Ouyang Shan. As soon as he looked up after breakfast, a hand was stretched out in front of his eyes. The owner of the hand was holding a pack of wet tissues, and said softly, "Use it."

(End of this chapter)