That afternoon, dark clouds covered the sun, and the cold wind swept every corner of the imperial capital.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Shiqi arrived at Wen's home.

And the nanny car is parked at the door, the window is pasted with black film, it is difficult to see through the scenery inside.

Yan Shiqi got out of the car and entered the door of Wen's house. As soon as he passed the Zhaobi, housekeeper Wen welcomed him with a smile. "Miss Shiqi, you're here!"

His address is no longer "Miss Yan", but equivalent to Wen Zhiyuan.

It should be arranged by Aunt Hua.

If she wants to enter Wen's family, it's only natural for her to have the help of aunt Hua.

Housekeeper Wen is the person she arranged to meet.

Yan Shiqi came here today, not to visit relatives, not to reminisce, but to seek stimulation.

Housekeeper Wen's heart is like a mirror. He doesn't say much. He leads Yan Shiqi to the wing room where Wen Zhiyuan is.

These days, except for Wen Jingru's family, no one is allowed to leave Wen's old house, including Wen Zhiyuan, who fainted that night.

On the way, Yan Shiqi looked at the view of the courtyard as she walked. When she crossed a threshold, she said unintentionally: "housekeeper Wen, what is Miss Wen doing recently?"

Housekeeper Wen was very thoughtful. He walked beside her with his hands on his back. Hearing this, he said with a smile, "I'm painting every day. I know that the old man likes flowers, birds, fish and insects. I've worked hard recently!"

"Oh, it's rare!" Inkstone when seven with a smile to evaluate a sentence, eyes are full of irony.

The child who will please others will not miss any chance to show his kindness.

Housekeeper Wen glanced at the inkstone, then held the frame down, as if adding with a sigh, "it's not only that. She knows that the first lady likes jewelry and jade ornaments. Recently, she got a stone from somewhere and wants to carve a pendant for the first lady."

With a few words of chatting, the East chamber where Wen Zhiyuan settled in front of him was near.

Housekeeper Wen pointed to one of the rooms and said, "that's it. Miss Shiqi, please go in. I'm just outside the door. You can call me if you need anything

"Thank you, housekeeper Wen. Please."

"No trouble, it's all right."

Yan Shiqi chuckles at him and approaches the wing room step by step. Instead of knocking, he pushes the door directly.

"You help me find a way to solve it..."

As soon as she entered the door, she heard the words coming from the inner room.

Maybe he heard the sound of opening the door. After a while of silence, Wen Zhiyuan appeared in a hurry with his slippers.

The layout of this wing room is no different from that of an ordinary one room one hall.

Inside the door is the living room with excellent lighting. The combination of multiple wooden windows has a very ancient artistic conception. Behind a row of ancient frames on the right side is the bedroom of the inner hall.

At the moment, Wen Zhiyuan is wearing a Pink Velvet cartoon pajamas, tied up with balls, like a clever and sensible little girl in every family.

She is still holding the phone in her hand. Suddenly she sees Yan Shiqi and the open door behind her. She hangs down her hand and hangs up the phone. Her eyes are fixed on her. "What are you doing?"

No appellation, no smile, straightforward questioning.

Inkstone when seven side stand at the door, the wind outside her windbreaker blow open, she conveniently will cover the door, not salty said: "of course, is to see you!"

"No need!" When Wen Zhiyuan saw her closing the door, her eyes immediately showed vigilance, "do you come to Wen's house? Do my parents know?"

Inkstone when seven turn back directly into the room, hands off the back of the windbreaker, Shi ran to sit in the living room that log table.

She laid her arms on the table, tapping her fingertips rhythmically, "your parents? Oh, Mr. Yan and Ms. Lian? They may not know yet. Do you want me to ask housekeeper Wen to call them? "