After Going on a Blind Date with My Brother

Lin Wan didn't know that Wen Yimu had already seen through her vest. When she opened the software and saw Wen Yimu's repost, she was cheering and commenting crazily below.

After commenting, I swiped on Weibo, and I found a news about the anchor sleeping fan. The protagonist of the story is a little famous anchor. In order to ask for a reward, he is willing to sell his color and spend the night with fans on the local tycoon list.

Lin Wan crossed without emotion, and suddenly thought of a terrible idea, if Wen Yimu's list was not himself...

Of course, Wen Yimu knows very well that no matter what, it is impossible to do such absurd things, but it is impossible for sleeping fans. What if they just chat for a while? How about being a friend? What if you were a confidant?

Seriously terrified.

Lin Wan remembered the novel that she had just finished chasing not long ago. It was about the story of the readers who tried their best to hook up with the author. The novel was so sweet that it was full of pink bubbles. Looking back on it now, she almost broke out in a cold sweat. .

At the same time, he is also more determined to be the only Wu Yumei global support club, to steal all her attention, and not let others show off.

In the same room, two people were eating different vinegars, but they had the same purpose. In general, they still reached an agreement.

No matter what your status, you can only follow me.

As for whether the other party will be jealous, I'm sorry, I completely forgot about this.

With Wen Yimu accompanying her in the room, even if she was just quietly processing documents or reading a book, and occasionally answering questions she couldn't answer, Lin Wan felt extremely happy, and she even wrote her homework much faster.

Studying like punishment on weekdays seems to have become a kind of enjoyment at this moment.

Every time she finished writing the door, Lin Wan couldn't help getting up from her chair and rubbing against Wen Yimu's arms. She insisted that Wen Yimu touch her head, and she happily went back to study.

A small pet that asks for a reward.

Wen Yimu sat near Lin Wan with a smile on the corner of her mouth, looking at the concentrated expression of the girl, she was in a happy mood.

It's just that when she sees Lin Wan's homework full of loopholes, she is not very happy.

Wen Yimu stared at the math test paper in his hand, looked up at Lin Wan suspiciously, and asked, "Did I not talk about this question?"

Lin Wan ZZ said honestly, "I told you."

"Then how can you be so wrong?" Wen Yimu raised her eyebrows, her aura - the time became a little more serious, like a dean with thirty years of experience.

Lin Wan shrank his shoulders unconsciously, and said timidly, "I... I turned my head and forgot."

Wen Yimu: "..."

Although this inference is indeed not easy, it has to be detoured several times, but if you turn your head and forget it, you will not remember the first step wrong, right?

Wen Yimu took a deep breath, comforting herself in her heart, changing to be an art student, the requirements don't have to be so high.

Otherwise, at this level, you can't say that you have no hope of being admitted to Z University, you can only say that you should stop dreaming.

Lin Wan rubbed over nervously, hugged Wen Yimu's arm softly, raised her face and looked at her: "Sister... Will you be mad at me?"

Wen Yimu asked back, "What do you think?"

Lin Wan whispered: "Don't be angry, sister... I'm not as smart as you, I'm really serious about what I'm doing..."

Although he is doing it seriously, compared with Zheng Zeyuan's efforts, it is simply not worth mentioning.

Lin Wan himself felt guilty when he said this, so he simply stopped talking, but just stared at Wen Yimu, the round-eyed kitten.

Wen Yimu was a little soft-hearted, and said softly, "I'm not angry with you."

She touched Lin Wan's head and praised: "Kaigai is already great."

Lin Wan smiled so that her eyes were bent into crescent moons, shining brightly, as if reflecting the entire starry sky: "Really?"

Wen Yimu nodded: "Really."

The girl in front of her was lively and enthusiastic, innocent and pure, and she was very satisfied to see her smile.

It's a big deal, she just keeps her.

Lin Wan got the affirmation and was very excited. He wished he could walk around the room and offer treasures again. He took the drafts he drew when he was just fishing from the desk, and brought them up in front of Wen Yimu: "Look, how are you?"

Wen Yimu raised her eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "No wonder I didn't make it, so I was fishing?"

Although it sounded like reproach, the ending sound was a smile. Lin Wan was a clever little ghost, and nodded confidently: "I am a professional practice class, you don't understand."

"Then I'll review it." Wen Yimu took the sketch and glanced at it, and it was a scene of a kitten lying lazily among the flowers, stretching out its paws to flutter at butterflies.

The shape is very accurate, and it looks lifelike, but the light and shadow are a little strange, perhaps because it has not been systematically trained.

It's pretty good to draw like this.

Wen Yimu practiced traditional Chinese painting, with ink and brush strokes, but he didn't know much about the modern school of painting.

She checked it over and over and nodded: "Great."

Lin Wan happily kissed her cheek, suddenly thought of something, and asked her, "Is my sister also able to draw?"

Wen Yimu nodded, noncommittal.

Lin Wan was a little surprised, and leaned forward with admiration: "How can my sister have so many things?"

Wen Yimu put her arms around Lin Wan, and wrote lightly: "It's nothing, since it is said to be knowledgeable and reasonable, all six arts have to understand a little bit."

Dancing, painting, chess, tea and art are all involved, but most of them are only shallow, only dancing. She secretly continues to learn without telling her family.

"Sister is really amazing!" Lin Wan praised from the bottom of his heart, rolled his eyes, and made a bad idea, "I wonder if Kaigai will have a chance to see my sister's Danqing ink pen?"

The girl leaned on Wen Yimu's knee and looked up at her, her expression intoxicated, as if she was admiring the finest treasures.

The feeling of being so needed is really reassuring.

Wen Yimu touched Lin Wan's cheek and declined: "There is nothing in your room for Chinese painting."

Felt, special drawing paper, brushes, ink... It's very troublesome, and it takes a long time to draw.

I thought that the child would retreat in spite of difficulties, but who knew that Lin Wan was even more excited when he heard it. Gulu got up, rushed to the storage room, rummaged through the boxes, and finally picked up a pile of things.

Wen Yimu punched - look, my dear, everything is very complete, even the mounting tools.

Lin Wan patted the back of his head a little embarrassedly, and explained, "I bought this when I was learning to draw when I was a child. Later, I was too lazy to learn, so I just put it here."

Having brought everything, Wen Yimu could only be respectful rather than obedient.

She sighed—sighed, and picked things out—almost all of them were brand new, and there was no dust left. Obviously, the storage room was being cleaned up all the time.

Only the little princess of the Lin family has this kind of arrogance and freedom.

Lin Wan was dangling beside her, rushing to help lay out the drawing paper, and then rushing to polish the ink, Wen Yimu went with her, arranging things by herself, and waited until Lin Wan moved in to put the pear flowers and trees. When the chair asked her to sit down, Wen Yimu suddenly felt like a young lady and a companion.

She raised her hand to pick up the loose strands of hair, but Lin Wan, who was quick-eyed and quick-witted, clasped her wrist, and the hair tie on her wrist was gently peeled off. Lin Wan whispered, "Sister, let me come."

Wen Yimu then sat quietly on the chair. The table was covered with snow-white drawing paper, the brushes and inks were arranged in order, and there was a retro-designed vanity mirror.

There was no feeling in her hair, she could only vaguely feel that the blue silk was gently pulled up, and the comb began to comb lightly from the scalp to the end, with a clumsy and careful technique, for fear of hurting her.

Wen Yimu glanced at the dressing mirror next to her, the reflection in the mirror was slightly blurred, and she could see the girl behind her holding the ends of her hair, combing and combing religiously.

Wen Yimu suddenly felt a bit of indescribable shyness from the bottom of his heart, as if he was combing his hair so earnestly on the day of his marriage in ancient times, and the man beside him was **** himself with such a smile.

The room is full of beauty, and it is enough to make people fascinated and let the candles flicker.

While Wen Yimu was in a daze, Lin Wan had already combed her long hair, carefully coiled it in a circle, and tied it with a hair tie, her movements were extremely gentle.

"Okay, sister." Lin Wan leaned on Wen Yimu's shoulder from behind and whispered in her ear.

Wen Yimu was suddenly awakened from her dream, and she didn't react until Lin Wan moved the mirror over.

The woman in the mirror has soft and beautiful brows and beautiful eyes, her long hair is rolled up behind her head, and her expression is a bit shy. She looks like a lady who has just left the court for a few days, and she is dignified and has the attitude of a daughter who has not taken off.

"Sister is so beautiful." Lin Wan praised earnestly, suddenly thought of something, and blurted out, "Like my lady."

This was right in line with Wen Yimu's mind. She seemed to have been punctured by someone. Time was a little annoyed and said softly, "What nonsense are you talking about."

"You're shy?" Lin Wan felt a little strange, seeing her elder sister's porcelain white cheeks dyed a little crimson, her brows filled with the shyness of a little daughter, even if she was scolded, her bones were still crisp.

Wen Yimu was really like her daughter's family in ancient times. Hearing such a bold flirtation, she moved the mirror to the side with a bit of resentment, stopped paying attention to Lin Wan, and took care of herself to draw with a brush.

I haven't drawn anything with a brush for many years, so it is inevitable that I am a little unfamiliar.

Wen Yimu's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't want to show her timidity in front of Lin Wan.

Finally, I reluctantly made up a line into the branch of the plum blossom. Although it is still a little rough, it is still okay to make do with it.

Lin Wan waited quietly beside her, admiring Wen Yimu's focused expression, her expression extremely gentle.

Wen Yimu drew a few more brushstrokes, and gradually became proficient. There were also a few more chapters in the brushwork.

After a few strokes, the plum blossoms with the branches are blooming on the paper, and there are faint figures of two little girls under the branches. The drawing is not clear, but the large blanks give people more room for imagination .

Wen Yimu casually lit a few plum red, took the last pen, then put down the pen dashingly, and pushed the painting forward: "That's it."

Lin Wan hurriedly put his head close to look, pointed to the two figures under the tree and asked, "Is this us?"

Wen Yimu nodded noncommittally, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay." Lin Wan became happy, hugged Wen Yimu's waist, rubbed it against her chest, and said softly, "Sister's paintings are so beautiful, I want to collect them!"

Wen Yimu raised the corners of her lips and pinched Lin Wan's face: "Did I tell you?"

"Tell me!" Lin Wan was righteous, and rubbed back and forth in Wen Yimu's arms, "Sister sent me! Send me!"

After all, Wen Yimu softened a bit, and said slowly: "For your sincerity, I'll give you away."

"Hey, I knew that elder sister is the best!" Lin Wan raised her face and kissed Wen Yimu's cheek without any restraint.

Wen Yimu leaned over and kissed her lips, with a touch of water, and it was parted.

Lin Wan closed her eyes in attachment to look for Wen Yimu's lips, and when she finally found it, she stuck it together recklessly, licking, kissing and sucking repeatedly.

For fear that Wen Yimu would not be squeezed dry by her.

Wen Yimu also indulged the child, until she was really out of breath, and then pinched her - holding Lin Wan's waist and motioning her to let go.

Lin Wan reluctantly left Wen Yimu's lips, plunged her head into her arms, and pressed Wen Yimu tightly.

The warm and unusual embrace, in my own room, can be seen every day, really happy.

Even if he is dead now, he is happy.

The author has something to say: I rolled over to update again. Recently, I was broken up by friends and other complicated things. The interpersonal relationship is really confusing.

More next week.