The cold water was splashed on the face, and the thoughts of white tea gradually returned.
Just after washing his face, the bathroom door was opened and Wen Yan stood at the door: "Is it okay to wear this today?"
He was holding a smoke blue dress in his hand.
The version is very common, but because the waist is well handled, the whole skirt looks much more advanced.
Smoke blue and avocado green are colors that match well with midsummer, and they feel extremely refreshing visually.
Bai Cha was about to nod when he suddenly reacted.
If I remember correctly, I am Wen Yan’s life assistant, right?
However, before she could ask the question, Wen Yan had already put her skirt on her forearm with a smile: "Get changed and go downstairs for breakfast. I'll serve the porridge."
After saying that, he politely closed the bathroom door.
Bai Cha stared blankly at the bathroom door.
A few minutes later, Bai Cha changed his clothes. He originally thought that Wen Yan was still wearing the loose home clothes, but he didn't expect that Wen Yan had already changed his clothes.
He was sitting at the table and replying to messages.
Seeing Bai Cha coming down from upstairs, he smiled and said: "Considering that you may not be used to it yet on the first day of work, I will do it by myself. From tomorrow on, you will be responsible for my outfit."
While he was talking, he used chopsticks to pick up a soup dumpling and put it into a bowl of white tea: "I'll have to work hard on you next."
He took back his chopsticks and looked at Bai Cha.
As he expected, this skirt really goes well with white tea. It is not too eye-catching for daily use. The right V-neck exposes all the places that should be exposed, while leaving half of the places that should not be exposed.
For example, the hickey from earlobe to collarbone was completely revealed.
Wen Yan was extremely satisfied with this.
He just wanted everyone in the Demon Management Bureau to know that Bai Cha was his.
Bai Cha looked at the soup dumplings in the bowl, swallowed back what he originally wanted to say, and quickly began to fight for breakfast.
She just took the opportunity to look at the bathroom and cloakroom.
In the bathroom, everything is matching, but everything is brand new and unopened.
Toiletries are the same, cosmetics are the same.
Then she went to the cloakroom again.
Except for Wen Yan's men's clothes, most of the cloakroom is filled with women's dresses.
From dresses to daily wear to pajamas, all are this year's latest styles or classic styles from past years.
All clothing tags have not been removed, including bags, shoes and accessories, all are brand new.
It's not like Wen Yan is obsessed with his former mistress. It's like he has left something behind, but it seems that he has always prepared it and can use it directly when the real mistress appears.
White tea picks up crab roe soup dumplings, and the familiar taste makes white tea's taste buds wide open.
She turned around and glanced at Wen Yan quietly, only to find that Wen Yan was also looking at her.
He put another crab soup dumpling into his bowl: "Try how it tastes."
In the years when Bai Cha was away, he learned a lot about gardening, clothing matching, daily makeup, and the differences between cosmetics...
And cooking skills are just the most basic one.
After all, in order to capture a person's heart, you must first capture a person's stomach.
Bai Cha sucked out the soup and gave Wen Yan a thumbs up.
No matter how long it takes, the food made by Wen Yan always suits her appetite the best.
Wen Yan served Bai Cha another bowl of seafood porridge.
Just as he was about to hand over the white tea, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
He put the porridge in front of the white tea and then looked at his phone.
It was a completely unfamiliar number from the same city.
Not many people knew his cell phone contact information, so Wen Yan thought about it and picked it up.
As soon as the call was connected, Wen Sheng's voice came over the phone that he hated so much.
"Wen Yan, I'm dad."
Wen Yan was about to hang up the phone when a man's urgent voice came from the other side: "Don't hang up yet. I have something to tell you about the girl named Bai Cha, or the goblin."
Wen Yan's cell phone did not turn on the loudspeaker. He looked at Bai Cha casually, temporarily muted the phone, and said to Bai Cha: "You eat first, I will answer the phone."
The white tea chick pecked at the rice and nodded.
In fact, even if the other party doesn't turn on the speakerphone, she can still hear the voice on the phone.
After all, the five senses of fairies are much stronger than those of humans.
Watching Wen Yan walk outside, Bai Cha sipped seafood porridge in small sips.
125 looked at Bai Cha who was sitting calmly at the dining table: [Host, are you not worried at all? 】
Bai Cha swallowed the soft seafood porridge and gently stirred the bowl with the spoon in his hand: "How old is he this year?"
125 was stunned for a moment, and then answered: [Twenty-seven.]
Without raising her head, she put the crab roe bun into her mouth and chewed it in small mouthfuls. After she finished eating, she chuckled:
"You also know that he is twenty-seven now, not seven.
When he was seven years old, he couldn't bear the wind and rain, but I could stand in front of him and protect him from the wind and rain."
She suddenly paused, and there was a trace of gnashing of teeth in her voice:
"Twenty-seven years old, a complete adult.
One dares to secretly kiss someone's neck and extract a piece of strawberry at night.
The next day he blamed the mosquitoes for all this without changing his expression.
Do you think he still needs me to protect him?"
After saying that, Bai Cha raised her head. There was a gentle smile on her face, but that smile looked particularly unpleasant and murderous.
125 did not dare to speak for Wen Yan anymore and hurriedly left.
On the other side, Wen Yan pulled out a stool and sat in the garden.
"If you have anything to say, say it quickly. I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense."
Wen Sheng was silent for a brief second, and then his voice contained a hint of resentment:
"Wen Yan, no matter what, I am your father, and your mother has always missed you all these years.
She has been in poor health recently and is hospitalized. Do you want to come and see her?"
The corners of Wen Yan's lips curled up mockingly:
"Is this what you said about white tea?"
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Wen Sheng hurriedly interrupted: "No, it's really about white tea.
But before I talk about this, I want to talk to you about your mother.
She really regrets it and wants to see you.
me too.
I know that I have been indebted to you all these years.
Your mother and I, as well as Chang'an, Chang'an's mother and your grandfather, all want to compensate you.
We know you love white tea.
But you also know that the life flow rate of goblins is different from that of humans.
To them, thousands of years are just a command room, but to us, it is everything.
There is a secret medicine at home that can make your life flow rate exactly the same as that of white tea."
Wen Yan sat up straight in an instant.
However, in an instant, he sat back again.
It is undeniable that Wen Sheng captured what he cared about most.
As he took over the Monster Management Bureau over the years, he learned more and more about spirits.
He understands better than anyone else that the life of a demon is long, but the life of a human is extremely short.
Perhaps in Bai Cha's life, he is just an insignificant passerby.
Now he is in his prime.
Ten years later, his condition began to decline.
Bai Cha is still a spirit who has just become a spirit.
Twenty years later, he entered middle age, and it took twenty years for white tea to mature.
Thirty years later, his hair began to turn gray, and the wrinkles on his face could no longer be concealed.
Forty years, if he and Bai Cha walked together, they might be recognized as father and daughter.
In fifty years, I am afraid that his body has been filled with various tubes and he can only lie in the ICU...
Hundreds of years later, his bones have rotted away, but Bai Cha is still young and beautiful, still as bright as a flower.
She may occasionally remember that a person named Wen Yan appeared in her life and accompanied her on a short journey.
But after recalling it, she just smiled indifferently and continued to walk forward unswervingly.
Just thinking about it, Wen Yan felt as if his limbs were being bitten by insects.