Chapter 511

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Wen churan closes the door and returns to the sofa.

Yaheng took it as his bedroom and patted Wen churan on the sofa. "Little sister, sit down."

Although this is his home, he is too familiar, isn't he?

"Heng Ya pushed her cake in front of you again."

Wen churan quickly waved his hand, "it's too late. I'd better not eat."

"Little sister, aren't you losing weight?" Yaheng was surprised and looked at her in her pajamas from beginning to end. "Little sister, you are so thin. You should eat more and supplement some nutrition. It's delicious. Have a taste."

Wen churan really doesn't want to eat. He can only politely refuse "eating too much at night is easy to accumulate food, which is not conducive to digestion and has nothing to do with weight loss. Otherwise... I'll eat it tomorrow morning?"

The boy's original happy expression sank in an instant, and even his bright eyes were dim bit by bit.

That look of disappointment is really painful.

But after getting used to the silly white sweet at home, Wen churan has long been immune to these and still wears a smile of "I won't eat if I don't eat.".

Yaheng felt boring, so he had to give up and smiled again. "It won't be delicious tomorrow morning. Tomorrow I'll ask the servant to prepare new food for you."

Wen churan nodded his head.

On the first floor, Sheng Shimo was about to ask the servant to make a cup of coffee and send it to the bedroom. At this time, he happened to hear the chat of two servants in the restaurant

"Just now his highness Yaheng asked me for a plate of cakes."

"Your Highness Yaheng doesn't like cakes?"

"Don't you understand that? His highness Yaheng went up to the fourth floor with cakes. Think about it. Who else lives on the fourth floor besides himself? "

"President Neil's guest, Miss Wen?"

The more ink listens, the deeper the frown.

Finally, I didn't even want coffee. I turned and walked upstairs.

He walked to the third floor, stepped slightly and raised his head.

The fourth floor was silent and there was no unusual movement.

Yaheng seems to really want to make friends with Wen churan. He not only asked her about her situation and introduced himself, but even exchanged interests with her.

She said she loved singing, so he talked about music.

When she said she loved reading, he introduced various famous works at home and abroad.

It was not until midnight when Wen churan yawned that he stopped, got up and was ready to leave.

Wen churan suddenly felt refreshed. He also got up and personally sent him to the door.

As soon as she opened the door, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past her eyes. It was so fast that she almost had no time to react and see what it was.

After careful observation, corridor on fourth floor was dark and silent with theout any abnormality.

Was she dazzled just now?

Yaheng didn't notice. Seeing Wen churan blocking the door, he asked suspiciously, "what's the matter with you, little sister? Do you still want to keep me here for the night? "

Wen churan jumped away in a moment of fear, "please, please."

The boy bent over and tilted his head, with a smile on his face. "Little sister, just call me Yaheng in the future."

Wen churan nodded perfunctorily. She was relieved until the teenager entered her bedroom.

She did this not because she hated Yaheng, but because he was too enthusiastic, which made people very stressed.

On the third floor, Sheng Shimo is sitting in the bedroom, concentrating on controlling the remote control in his hand.