Chapter 89 Ah Shai published [7,000 words, please subscribe]

bathroom.

"Wow!"

Wen Yan was standing under the shower, rinsing his body.

After his whole body was soaked with hot water, he turned off the shower and started to apply shower gel on his body.

Wen Yan frowned and rubbed the bottom of his neck over and over again, as if this part was particularly dirty.

"It's been tainted!" He said softly while rubbing his body and glanced at the storage basket not far away with disgust.

Inside were the dirty clothes he had just changed out of, and they were full of food residue, which was vomit after drinking.

Yes, he was sprayed all over.

And the person who sprayed him was even more unexpected.

A girl who took the initiative to propose a drink to celebrate actually sprayed all over him after a few glasses of red wine.

This is really true-vomiting after drinking, no ambiguity.

With this amount of alcohol, do you still want to get others drunk?

That girl really thinks too much.

Zhao Xiaozhen drank a few glasses of red wine, but his face looked as usual, he walked steadily, and there was nothing unusual about him.

He has probably returned to the orphanage with the old lady now.

Alas, she must not be allowed to drink outside in the future. If she were left in a bar, she would be picked up.

After rubbing for a minute or two, and after his whole body was covered with white foam, Wen Yan turned on the shower again and started rinsing his body.

"Huh!" The hot water was sprinkled on his body, and Wen Yan took a breath of pleasure.

Apart from being sprayed with filth by a girl today, other things were quite satisfactory to him.

After this home visit, after understanding the situation of the adoptive family, the old lady should feel relieved.

This also settled one of his worries.

When he was drifting to the north in his previous life, every time his parents asked him how he was doing, even if he was chewing on a hard steamed bun and catching a cold, he would smile and say to his parents -

I live a good life here, you don't have to worry.

Someone recently invited me to perform in a business, and the appearance fee was very high. I will remit the extra money to you in two days, but I can't save it.

In fact, at that young age, he was only lonely and brave.

Well, apart from appearance, there is nothing good about it.

But adults are like this. You don’t want people who care about you to worry. Some pains can only be experienced slowly by yourself.

What's more, he lives really well in this small home in Room 601.

The girl is very nice to him.

This is even more inappropriate for the old lady to worry about him.

Secondly, he also showed his musical talent in a more reasonable way.

When he sang for Wang Luoqi, he considered the possibility of being discovered, so he chose a children's song that was more suitable for his age.

The old lady's own thinking gave him a reasonable patch.

That's right, the old lady is a really good music teacher. She could hear the artistic conception of Little Star right away.

This is the song he wrote for these orphans from the perspective of the children in the orphanage.

Whether it's the melody or the lyrics, it's all from his heart.

Well, that's the case, I won't accept any refutation.

Of course, it is inevitable to be questioned and tested.

The old lady asked him about his knowledge of composition.

Including basic music theory, harmony knowledge, musical form structure, and the source of inspiration for composing this piece of music.

Of course, these are not difficult for Wen Yan.

He was able to make a name for himself in the music world in his previous life, but he also had a piercing experience in music.

Alas, many innocent boys only understand the importance of knowledge after experiencing the hardships of society.

When he was in school, if he could study music diligently, there would be no need to worry about not getting into a good university.

As for Zhao Wanqi, she is even more outrageous.

She took a few old newspapers directly from under the coffee table for him to read, and pouted her little mouth and muttered:

"You can't even recognize the characters, how can you fill in the words?"

Wen Yan wanted to spit out a mouthful of Zhao Wanqi's pickled cabbage at that time.

The two of them communicated so many times via text messages, and the girl actually felt that he couldn't read all the words.

Then how did he send the message? What about voice input?

If you think about it, you can understand that Zhao Wanqi is a music major. She has studied music theory for so long, but in the end she was crushed by a kid like him.

The girl's mentality is probably broken.

…

"Shhhh."

While rinsing his body in the shower, Wen Yan faced the drain and released the bulging bladder.

Tsk, comfortable.

After rinsing the foam off my body, I wiped the water stains on my body with a towel.

After drying her body, Wen Yan put on a small bathrobe, put the dirty clothes in the basin to soak, and then left the bathroom.

Wu Wanqing went to take the old lady and the two back to the orphanage. It would take more than an hour to get back.

Now he and Wang Luoqi are the only two people left at home.

The key point is that Wang Luoqi is still so drunk that the task of taking care of the girl naturally falls on his young body.

Alas, I have endured pressure that I should not have at this age, Wen Yan sighed silently in his heart.

The girl vomited completely and her stomach must be very uncomfortable now.

As a considerate child, Wen Yan would definitely not ignore him.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water, added a few spoonfuls of honey, and then walked towards the master bedroom.

"Squeak."

With a slight noise, the master bedroom door slowly opened, then closed gently, and Wen Yan entered the room.

See the exquisite curly curves on the dark-toned bed sheets.

He walked to the bed and observed the girl's condition. Her little face was flushed, her red lips were a little dry, and her beautiful crescent eyebrows were also wrinkled.

Apparently, girls in their dreams can also feel physical discomfort.

Wen Yan felt a little distressed. He obviously couldn't drink enough, so why did he still have to show off?

When it comes to drinking, you have to do what you can. Haven't she heard that jingle?

Wine, when put in a bottle, is like water. When you drink it, you will be haunted by ghosts in your stomach. When you talk, your mouth will wander, and when you walk, you will move your legs.

Fortunately, the girl's wine was good. After vomiting, she lay down directly. If he had a bad habit of drunkenness, his small body would really be unable to withstand it.

"Sister Luo Qi, get up and drink some water before going to sleep." Wen Yan shouted in the girl's ear.

The girl continued to lie down, apparently not hearing.

"Sister Luo Qi, wake up and drink some water before going to sleep." Wen Yan poked the girl's shoulder.

The girl was still lying dead.

Wen Yan:???

Slapping the girl's face with his little hand, he changed his method and continued shouting:

"Sister Luo Qi, it's time to get up and go to work."

"Huh?" The girl's eyelashes fluttered.

"Don't make trouble, little one. Let my sister sleep a little longer. I'll get up when the alarm clock rings."

She turned over, rubbed the pillow beside her with her little hands, and said angrily:

"Hey, my little one, why is the swelling hardening? It doesn't feel good at all."

Wen Yan: "."

Looking at the pillow that was rejected by the girl and pushed aside, Wen Yan's eyelids twitched fiercely.
To be continued...