After signing the last name and taking the last photo, all the international students were sent away. Tang Jue's wrists became sore and his facial muscles became stiff. He moved his wrists and rubbed his stiff facial muscles. Tang Jue looked at the clock on the wall, and he sweared not to be the latest chapter of the concubine's shrewd woman! It was already half past one!

He looked at everyone again and found that everyone in the dining room was looking at him.

An awkward smile appeared on his face, and Tang Jue didn't know what to say. Chen Xiu'e felt sorry for her son, so she brewed a cup of jasmine tea and handed it to Tang Jue, asking him to drink some tea and relieve the wine. Tang Yuantian went to the kitchen to cook, and Cuihua lowered her head and calculated how much money she had collected at noon. Wenting lowered her head and drank the tea, but her face was still as cold as she was.

Tang Jue sat next to Wen Ting with a teacup, smelling the faint body fragrance on her body, and remembering the awkward scene in Milan. No matter how thick his face was, he couldn't help but turn his red. Neither of them spoke, occasionally looking up, their eyes facing each other, and quickly shifted their eyes to other places.

Wenting felt that she was too unsatisfied. Why did her face always turn red? It must be so ugly. Damn guy, it’s all your fault!

Chen Xiu'e looked at the two of them and shook her head and walked away. She sighed in her heart: What a pity! What a great couple!

"Sister Ting, are you okay!"

Tang Jue decided to break the silence. In the past, they were not harmonious with each other, at least they would not be as embarrassed as they are now.

Wenting said coldly: "It's great! Don't get sick, don't take medicine."

Tang Jue grabbed his head in distress. The last time he was in Milan, Wenting lived with him for four days. Since that embarrassing scene, there have been subtle changes between the two. Wenting became even more silent, and he would be dazed from time to time. He also felt as if he had owe Wenting something and dared not look at her directly.

At this time, a voice rescued Tang Jue.

"It's time to eat. Come on, Juewazi, Wenting, come quickly! Cuihua, don't settle the score. Be ready to eat." Chen Xiu'e held a plate of refilled meat on the table. She called the three of them to prepare for dinner.

...

The table was full of spicy fragrance filled the entire dining room. Chen Xiu'e took out a bottle of Luzhou Laojiao from the wine cabinet, placed it in front of her husband, and took three wine glasses in front of her three men.

"This must be my brother-in-law, right?" Tang Jue asked enthusiastically at the strange young man.

The young man had an ordinary appearance and dark skin, which was because there was too much outdoor work. He hurriedly stood up and said, "My name is Liu Dajun."

Tang Yuantian poured wine slowly while saying in an orderly tone: "Sit down and talk, there are no outsiders here. He is younger than you, so he should call your brother. Why do you stand up and talk?"

"Yes, yes! Family." Chen Xiu'e turned to look at Wenting and smiled, "Come on! Wenting, you're so hungry, eat quickly, don't worry about them, they want to drink. Cuihua, eat!"

After saying that, Chen Xiu'e picked up food for Wenting and greeted everyone for dinner.

The family started eating. Tang Yuantian picked up the wine glass and looked at Tang Jue. Tang Jue quickly picked up the wine glass.

"Well, I have a promising future. I didn't embarrass me, nor did I embarrass the Tang family." After Tang Yuantian finished speaking, he drank the wine on his own. Tang Jue raised his head and finished drinking it, and quickly poured wine for his father.

Liu Dajun raised his wine glass and looked at Tang Jue, blushing and said, "Tang Jue, the first time we met, I will respect you first!"

Tang Yuantian frowned, grabbed a few pieces of flesh and said dissatisfiedly: "From now on, I will call Juewazi, and they are all a family."

To be honest, Tang Jue enjoys such a family life. No one looks at you at an amazing person, and no one thinks you are worthless. Everyone lives together in harmony based on seniority.

Cuihua looked at Tang Jue and said dissatisfiedly: "It was only sold for 150 euros at noon today, and there were 270 euros at noon yesterday."

Cuihua believes that all this was caused by Tang Jue. Those later international students came here just to take a photo with Tang Jue and asked him for his autograph. No one had eaten the latest chapter of the Best Landlord Brother. Of course, some students wanted to eat, but there was no place to sit. It was so dark that there was still a place to sit and eat.

"It's okay, it's okay. This Juewa is not at home every day. It will get better tomorrow." Chen Xiu'e smiled and smoothed out the situation.

This sounded like he had become a passerby, not a member of the family. He looked at Cuihua with a bitter face and said, "Sister Cuihua, you can't blame me for this, don't I know they will do this."

"Forget it! Why do you say this? Have a meal!"

Tang Yuantian said that the dining table was restored to normal. Chen Xiu'e still felt sorry for her son. After five glasses of wine, she stopped Tang Jue from continuing to drink because he had drunk a lot with those crazy international students before. She was just curious that her son was still very clear after drinking so much wine, and only her face was a little red. Could it be that he often drinks on the team?

After drinking and eating, Cuihua and Chen Xiu'e went to clean up the dishes. Wenting originally wanted to go, but was stopped by Chen Xiu'e: "I can't bear it when I am a good postdoctoral fellow, come and wash the dishes for me! Otherwise, you go and make tea for them?"

Before she finished drinking a cup of tea, Wenting was about to go back to school. She was very time-consuming.

...

The sunshine in October in Lyon is not very strong. A few white clouds are hanging leisurely on the blue sky. From time to time, a flock of pigeons fly by under the white clouds, and a nice pigeon whistle sounds in my ears.

Tang Jue and Wenting didn't say anything, and walked towards the second university of Lyon side by side. The silence was not broken by themselves, but by pedestrians on the road. A beautiful woman in her twenties looked at Tang Jue in surprise and walked over excitedly.

"You are Tang? Oh! God! It's really you! Let's take a photo together!"

Without saying anything, the beauty hugged Tang Jue, picked up her cell phone, leaned her head on Tang Jue's shoulder, and smiled happily. Wenting looked at this scene coldly from the side.

The beauty finally left a fragrant kiss on Tang Jue's face before leaving reluctantly. Tang Jue showed an embarrassing smile on his face, and came to Wen Ting two steps. Before he could speak, Wen Ting suddenly smiled on her face.

It was like a snow lotus blooming, with a pleasant fragrance and refreshing heart. Tang Jue was in a good mood: "Sister Ting, your smile is so beautiful. You should smile more in the future, otherwise you won't be able to get married!"

Wenting's smile disappeared like lightning, and her face returned to its original state. She said coldly: "Why should I get married? Do women have to get married?"

Tang Jue knew that he had said the wrong thing, and he was about to say a few words in blaming himself. Wenting looked at Tang Jue's face and couldn't help laughing.

There must be something weird!

Sister Ting is not like this usually!

Is there any flowers on my face?

"Did you grow flowers?" Tang Jue said to himself. Wenting smiled and nodded.

To be precise, there was indeed a flower on his face, a lipstick mark that looked like his lips, which was printed on his right face. It was left by the beauty just now!

Tang Jue touched his face randomly with his hands. The lipstick was printed under his fingers, and it became messy like a child scribbling on paper. Wenting laughed out loud!

Tang Jue knew what was going on, because he saw the red on his fingers. He was even more embarrassed. After a while, he asked for help and said, "Sister Ting, I don't carry paper."

Wenting took out a piece of paper from her small bag and handed it to Tang Jue. Tang Jue hurriedly wiped his face, but without a mirror, his face became even more colorful. He knew from Wenting's face that the situation was worse. What should I do? Should I go home like this?

"Low your head!" Wenting ordered.

"What?" Tang Jue asked in confusion.

Wenting held back her laughter and waved the paper fruit and vegetable green love in her hand. Tang Jue then realized that he lowered his head. A faint body fragrance penetrated into Tang Jue's nose desperately. What's even more terrible is that Tang Jue lowered his head and saw the two white peaks at one glance. He suddenly remembered the things about Milan. At that time, he kissed Wen Ting while touching the pair of snow peaks.

Thinking of the soft feel, Tang Jue's heartbeat began to accelerate, his breathing began to heavier, and his eyes became red. This was simply a life-threatening person!

Wenting carefully wiped the lipstick marks on Tang Jue's face, but it was not so easy to turn the child's graffiti into a piece of white paper. As the distance between the two was closer, the manly aura on Tang Jue floated into Wen Ting's nose, stimulating her nerves. Wen Ting's heartbeat began to accelerate, and a red glow appeared on her face.

From a distance, the two looked like a couple were intimately together. A person not far away thought the picture was very beautiful, so he picked up his phone and took it. The next day, he put the photo in his blog. Who knew that a few days later, many people reprinted the photo, and Tang Jue became the subject of interviews from many media.

Wenting felt that Tang Jue's breathing was a little loud, and hot air squirted from time to time on her chest. It seemed as if two small hands were grabbing her heart. Her heart began to get confused and her hands became unstable.

The scene of her first kiss being taken away in her mind. At that time, those sinful hands were still in her... she grabbed her chest...

Wenting's legs began to become weak and her eyes began to be blurred: Damn it! Can't you breathe lighter?

An inexplicable feeling took root in Wenting's heart and gradually grew up with Tang Jue's breathing!

"No more!" Wenting said angrily and stopped her hand.

Tang Jue swallowed a saliva and tried his best to calm his heartbeat. He looked up at Wenting in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" Wenting said coldly. Her face was full of redness.

"That...Sister Ting, you can't let me walk on the street like this!" Tang Jue said roguely. For some reason, he felt a little happy.

Wenting looked at Tang Jue's face, a smile spilled out of the corner of her mouth, and in a blink of an eye, her face became gloomy.

"Sister Ting, just help me!"

Wenting nipped her teeth and said as if she had made a great determination: "You...you have to control your breathing."

After saying this, the redness on her face became more red.

"Look down!"

Tang Jue quickly controlled his breathing, lowered his head and closed his eyes. Invisible does not mean that he can't smell it. The warm and fragrant breath penetrated into Tang Jue's nose desperately, and his heartbeat accelerated again, and his breathing sounds worsened.

Wenting finally wiped the lipstick marks on Tang Jue's face. The two of them breathed a long breath almost at the same time and smiled knowingly. Soon, Wenting returned to her cold look. The two of them thought about their own affairs, and without saying a word, they silently walked towards Wenting's dormitory.

At around two o'clock, almost all the students of Lyon University went to class, and no one asked Tang Jue for an autograph. Walking through the woods, Tang Jue remembered the first meeting with Wen Ting and couldn't help laughing. Wen Ting didn't pay attention to Tang Jue at all, so Tang Jue had to gradually restrain his laughter. But he didn't feel any discomfort, but felt very relaxed. Being with Wen Ting always made him quiet.

After walking through the path beside the woods and coming to the door of the dormitory of international students, Tang Jue did not have the awareness of stopping. Wenting paused.

Tang Jue explained: "I always feel like something on my face, so I'll go to you to wash it."

Wenting didn't say a word. Tang Jue followed her like a follower, just like a few years ago. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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