Chapter 450：

Only then slowly raised his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him.

Wen Xian walked to a place near the window and stopped, pulled the chair away, took off his coat and put it on the chair next to him, before sitting down.

She is wearing a black tight-fitting turtleneck sweater today, it seems that although her figure is slender, it is also more alienated.

Yes, I haven't seen him for a long time, and she doesn't know what her brother is like now. At the age of seventeen, he said he is not big, but he is not young anymore. Some of the qualities should have become.

The boy came and sat opposite her.

Wen Xian looked at him, a touch of complexity flashed in his eyes.

In fact, I have to say that he looks a bit similar to himself.

The skin is fair, the eyebrows are clear and the contour is soft.

"What are you doing, for you to eat and drink for you to go to school, how come you don't know how to call sister?"

Wen Xian watched him silently, looked at him earnestly, and asked.

When these words fell, the young man's face seemed to change slightly, his eyes slightly blocked by the soft broken hair slowly lifted up, his hand was still holding a cup next to him, his fingers were a little pale.

It seems that her opening sentence directly hit him.

It's just that now, he seems to have finally plucked up the courage, his eyes fixed on her, and he said with a youthful voice: "Sister, I have actually wanted to see you for a long time, but I... had no reason before, and didn't want to let it. What's your misunderstanding..."

As he grows older, he has not forgotten the things experienced by his younger sister, but has never forgotten them.

Speaking of this, he wiped his eyes slightly, a white face, as if it were a bit difficult to speak, he said again:

"I went home that day and saw the message my mother sent you. I know you didn't reply, but I want to tell you that you don’t need to worry about my future things. I am a boy. You can buy your own house. , I can do it in the future, so, mother, you should not have seen it."

While he was speaking, Wen Xian looked at him like that, staring at his every move.

Naturally, she could see that the boy felt embarrassed, ashamed, and embarrassed because of what his mother said, and the joints on the fingers holding the cup were slightly white.

Her eyes darkened a little: "Why, don't you think so?"

"I'm not!"

The boy quickly retorted, with unspeakable stubbornness and determination in his eyes.

Wen Xian: "..."

Her eyes are complicated and difficult to understand.

To be honest, she was surprised that her brother could say such a thing, because in her guess, she was a woman with antisocial tendencies before, and her brother should not be much better.

After all, what will happen to growing up in such a family?

Wen Xian spoke again and his tone paused: "Wen Yu, even if my mother said that, I wouldn't buy you a house because of that. You are right, and I think it is your own business."

She is rich and has a lot of real estate, but it is her own efforts to make money.

For a child, getting used to him is just harming him.

Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly after hearing this, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. Finally, he said, "I'm here to tell you two things. The first thing is to tell you, that's what my mother meant. But it doesn't mean what I mean, the second thing..."

He slowly raised his eyes, looked at her, and said seriously: "I hope that man can make you love you very much and wish you happiness."