1733: A beautiful morning (Wen mu)

A beautiful morning (Wen mu)

In a duplex villa in the suburbs of France, a beautiful Chinese woman would come out every morning for the past few days. She had a good figure and was good at speaking French, so the people around her liked her very much.1

This villa was one of the properties that old master su had given to Xia Ning in the early years. It was in a remote location, but the scenery and air were better, making it suitable for cultivation. However, Xia Ning rarely stayed here herself. Instead, Wen Yu and Zheng Ziming came here more often.

In the morning, Wen Yu came out of the villa in her sportswear. She stretched her back, glanced at the neighbors, nodded to say hello, and then went for a run.

She enjoyed the morning, the warm sunshine, the friendly neighbors, the fresh grass on the ground, the beautiful flowers, and everything else. There was no work piled up like a mountain, no annoying creatures like boyfriends, only leisure that belonged to her.

After running two rounds around the area, Wen Yu's hair was wet from the cold, not to mention his body.

“Summer。”The old lady in charge of the house suddenly said.

Summer was Wen Yu's English name. She turned and saw Mrs. Smith holding a big bouquet of flowers.

"Summer, I hope you'll be as beautiful as these flowers." The old lady handed the flowers to Wen Yu.

"The flowers are beautiful. Thank you, Mrs. Smith," Wen Yu said with a smile as she took the flowers.

"Then quickly take it back and put it in a vase." Mrs. Smith said with a smile.

Wen Yu nodded and watched as Mrs. Smith trembled as she walked into her house. This white-haired old woman, who was nearly eighty years old, loved to grow flowers. Every time she came here to stay, she would receive flowers from her.

She sniffed the flowers. They were very fragrant. She carried the flowers back to the villa.

After she came out of the shower, she took out the slightly withered flowers from the bottle, changed the water, and began to arrange the flowers.

Looking at her work, Wen Yu nodded. The roses, tulips, and lilies were quite beautiful when put together.

She cleaned up the broken branches and leaves on the table, then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Breakfast was simple, just an egg sandwich. Because she had forgotten to buy groceries, there was only bread, eggs, and milk left at home.

After breakfast, Wen Yu took out the newspaper and read the latest news.

Ever since she came here, she didn't really like using her phone.

If he wanted to return to nature and relax, the first thing he had to do was to abandon all electronic products.

After reading the newspaper, she began to do yoga to relax. She had a sandwich for lunch because the food she ordered would only be delivered tomorrow.

After lunch, she took a nap and ended up sleeping until six in the afternoon.

When she woke up, her stomach was growling with hunger. She opened the refrigerator and looked at the remaining sandwiches. She finished them all in one go, but she was still not full. She only felt full after drinking two mouthfuls. Then, she felt nauseated and went to the bathroom to vomit. She had eaten too quickly.

She went back to the sofa and lay down. She touched her stomach and looked up at the ceiling, trying to make herself feel less uncomfortable.

After a long time, someone knocked on the door."Summer, are you there?" It was Mrs. Smith's voice.

Wen Yu got up to open the door and asked Mrs. Smith,"Mrs. Smith, what's the matter?"

"We made a lot of delicious food today. Summer, have you had dinner?"

Wen Chao was about to nod, but her stomach suddenly growled.

"I knew you haven't eaten yet. Come to my house." Mrs. Smith said with a smile.

Wen Yu nodded and followed Mrs. Smith to her house.

As soon as she entered, she saw that the table was full of dishes. The main point was that they were China dishes.

Wen Yu looked at Mrs. Smith."You made this?"

"Of course not. My friend made it. He's in the kitchen now. You'll see him in a while."

Wen Chao nodded. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen and then looked at the dishes on the table that looked, smelled, and praised,"It looks pretty good."

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