The Romance Of Mr. Walton

On the bus back to school, she sat in the back row and saw a little girl in the front row reading through the news about Imperial Emblem Group to clarify the relationship between Huo Tingshen and Cheng Fei.

The corner of her lips lifted slightly as she turned her head to look out the window.

When they had parted ways at the entrance of the coffee shop, Chen Zinuo had asked, "Wen Qing, why did you help me?"

Wen Qing didn't answer back then. She merely smiled.

However, she was clear in her heart that she was helping Chen Zinuo. She just didn't want a second Wen Yingying to appear in this world.

People lived for themselves, but both her mother and Chen Zinuo seemed to have lived for others.

For the sake of others, they could sacrifice their own bodies.

For the sake of others, they could disregard their own feelings.

For the sake of others, they could endure humiliation that no ordinary person could endure.

However, even though these people were their most loved ones, the way they did things was to let down their own lives.

There were too many ways to protect and take care of her family. She didn't want Chen Zinuo to be like her mother. One step was wrong, and every step was wrong. She would regret it for the rest of her life.

After work in the afternoon, Wen Qing went out to pick up her car from Huo Tingshen.

At first, he thought that this car would probably go back to Huo Family Villa.

But as she watched the car cross the road leading to the Huo Family Villa, she asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"Miss Wen, the boss only said that he wanted me to bring you to Hua Cai Studio."

"Hua Cai Studio?" She wondered if that was the place where Huo Tingshen had mocked her for dressing up so well last time.

The driver didn't have much information, so it wasn't good for her to ask.

When the car had just arrived at Hua Cai's door, her boss personally came out to bring her into the studio.

After they entered the room, Wen Qing noticed that Huo Tingshen wasn't there.

However, it was the boss of Hua Cai who said: "Miss Wen, please take a seat. The formal attire has been prepared, we will put on makeup and go to the feast."

To the banquet?

She sat down passively, took out her phone and called Huo Tingshen.

When the call co

ected, Wen Qing wondered, "Huo Tingshen, what the hell are you doing? What's with the banquet?"

"A small gathering organized by the old man at home. You better dress yourself prettily."

"You won't even discuss it with me?"

"Will the result change after discussion? In any case, if you are willing to go, but you are unwilling, I will still let you come. "

Wen Qing curled her lips. "You have a lot to do."

She hung up.

The boss standing aside could not help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

This was the first time he saw someone dare to speak to San Ye in such a ma

er.

The three words, Huo Tingshen, had never been called directly by anyone before.

It seemed this young lady wasn't simple. She had to be careful around her.

He personally went to get a gray peony embroidered qipao.

"Miss Wen, San Ye specially chose this qipao for you."

"Did Lord Third choose this?" She was surprised. "He came here before?"

"The last time we dressed for you, San Ye had booked this qipao from a famous Chinese qipao designer. Half a month ago, the qipao was delivered to you and it has been stored in your glass cabinet at the back.

"In the past half month, there have been countless young ladies who have come to buy this qipao, but this designer has always made handmade and embroidered qipao. It's one of a kind and has long been in your possession. I'm really envious of you, San Ye."

Wen Qing stared at the qipao, frowning.

Last time she wore a dress, Huo Tingshen had mocked her for the whole night.

This time, he ordered a cheongsam with the color of an old gra

y for her?

He must have been playing with her on purpose. What a lunatic.

"I'm not wearing this," Wen Qing calmly shook her head.

The owner became anxious, "Don't, Miss Wen, these are the clothes that Lord Third specified. If you did not wear them, my store would not be able to protect itself if he got angry."

"It's not that exaggerated. He shouldn't be so bored."

"Really, Lord Third has called to tell me. If he doesn't see you wearing the qipao tonight, then I don't need to open my shop."

Wen Qing was speechless. Why? Last time he mocked her, he didn't mocked her enough, did he?

"Miss Wen, this qipao is too compatible with your temperament. If you didn't have to wear it, it would be a pity."

Was this boss mocking her for being so old?

However, when she saw his pitiful appearance, Wen Qing felt a little helpless.

She stood up and picked up her qipao. "I'll go change."

Before Wen Qing came out of the shop, she looked at herself in the mirror and was stu

ed for a moment. She was actually not that old.

The boss walked around Wen Qing twice: "Aiyo, Miss Wen, I dare to guarantee it, I can't find another person in the entire Northern City who can wear such an elegant and dignified qipao. If you wear this on someone else, they might look old and healthy, but on you, there is really an indescribable gentleness and generosity, the temperament of a lady from a noble family, if it is so, Third Master's eyesight is indeed good."

Wen Qing looked at him, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

No wonder he could open a clothing store, he really knew how to talk.

The driver drove Wen Qing to an antique private villa on the side of the mountain.

Since Huo Tingshen hadn't arrived yet, she was waiting in the car.

After a few minutes, someone knocked on the window and opened the door for her.

Wen Qing turned around and saw Huo Tingshen.

When she got out of the car, his gaze, like a sca

er, swept up and down her body, making her uncomfortable.

She frowned and said unhappily, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Huo Tingshen came close to her ear and said, "I want to hide you away, not show you to others."

This woman's body had curves; why did she look so beautiful all the time?

Wen Qing slanted at him, "You were the one who picked these clothes. Don't pity me."

Huo Tingshen lightly tapped her forehead with his finger: "What the hell is your head thinking? I'm praising you."

She looked at him, "It was your choice of clothes. Even if you look ugly, you should at least try to keep on praising me."

"Do you have so little confidence in yourself? These clothes, you look very dignified in them. "

When Wen Qing saw the certainty in his eyes, her face turned slightly red. "Where are we?"

Huo Tingshen held her by the waist and said, "This is the home of the old man I was talking about. She is the grandfather of my good friend Fu Jingchen. In the entire Northern City, he is the old chief with the highest rank. "

Wen Qing felt a sense of respect in her heart when she heard this.

He rang the doorbell, and the old butler came out and ushered the two into the villa.

Walking along the winding stone steps for more than ten meters, they finally arrived at a courtyard that was covered with grass.

There were already a dozen or so people in the courtyard, noisily socializing with each other.

Wen Qing didn't know who the old man was, but she saw Bai Antai's family first.

She was surprised that they were here.