Chapter 19： Captured (1/2)

Seeing her stunned, Zhou Ling's wrinkled face was full of discomfort, and her voice was always arrogant, ”Doesn't the old lady of the He family like you very much? Your sister is now blocked by her. Go and say something.” Words bring her in.”

Wen Xi's eyes drooped slightly, remembering that during this time in her previous life, Wen Qing had tried her best to marry into He's family, but the other party seemed to look down on her. So it's hard to tell whether this ”agreement” is true or false.

Before getting engaged to the Nan family, Wen Xi was appreciated by Mrs. He, and arranged a blind date for her and her grandson, but she refused the blind date at the time, and even He Yan did not see him.

Therefore, at this time Wei Kexin wanted to use her goodwill with Mrs. He to help warmth.

Wen Xi looked weak, and quickly changed his shoes. ”Didn't I get engaged to the Nan family? Do you think Mrs. He will still look at me?”

Zhou Ling grabbed her, ”If you ask you to go, you can go! It's not asking you to die, you are so embarrassed with the land?!”

She didn't want to admit that even after Wen Xi was engaged to the Nan family, Mrs. He still admired her and praised the Wen family's little daughter several times in front of others.

But this is the fact, warmth needs her help!

Wen Xi faintly waved her hand away, his eyes flowed meaninglessly, ”I'm not free.”

Wei Kexin on the side was anxious but did not dare to lose her temper at her. She was afraid that all her previous pretences would be lost, so she held back her anger and said, ”Xi Xi, is it possible for me to ask you?”

Wen Xi looked cold, ”Old Mrs. He likes someone who doesn't like her grandson? I don't do things that are uncertain.”

With a twist of her facial features, Zhou Ling ran upstairs quickly, and after a while she ran to the top of the stairs holding her warm cello, ”Qing'er is your sister, this is her lifelong happiness! Are you unwilling to help with this? Listen, if you don't go, I will smash this violin immediately!”

Wen Xi's pupils suddenly tightened, and his fingers could not help but clenched into fists.

This cello was a prize she won at a certain music competition in her early years. It is of great significance to her and cannot be lost.

”Are you going?!” Zhou Ling raised the cello to smash it.

Wen Xi took a deep breath, his eyes were serious, ”I will go, but I can't guarantee that Wen Qing will go in.”

”Heh, can't guarantee what I will let you do? I'm waiting for news at home. I will put this thing back in your room when you help your sister in. If it fails, you don't want to see it.”

Staring at Zhou Ling's domineering face, Wen Xi's eyes gradually became cold, and the corners of his lips curled up with a cold arc, ”Just go in, right?”

When Zhou Ling saw her compromise, the hostility on her face eased a little, ”Yes, as an elder, of course I can do what I say! Moreover, warmth is your sister, she loves you so much, this is her lifelong event, you don’t Do you still have a conscience to help her?”