C505 Of Course I Choose Johann
Have you been sitting for a while? Qin Yining clamored to go out to play and Qiao An and Shen Anning planned to bring her out. Su Li gave Wenn Jing a look and Wenn Jing also got up.
In the living room, Wen Shuli, the Wen father, was greeting Shen Mingyuan and the old man. Wenn Jing's brother, Wenn Binn, was talking about work matters with Shen Yijia.
Hearing the commotion outside the living room, Wenn Binn looked up and his eyes were immediately pulled by Shen Anning and Qiao An's figure.
The two girls had exquisite five official outfits. One had a sunny temperament while the other was cold. Each of them had a different charm, which made people have different thoughts.
Wenn Binn raised his eyebrows and said to Shen Yijia with a smile, "I didn't go to the banquet that day. This is the first time I have seen you as a sister."
Shen Yijia nodded. "Yes."
"What Little Jing did that day was a little inappropriate. I apologize to you on her behalf."
"If you want to apologize, just apologize to Anan. She offended Anan, not me."
Sensing the displeasure in his tone, Wenn Binn smiled and said, "Apologizing to your sister is her responsibility. I apologize to you on her behalf. It's different."
Shen Yijia understood what he meant. He took a sip of tea casually and said, "She has no intention of dating or getting married. Don't join in the fun."
Wenn Binn smiled. "Did you or your two sisters not?"
Shen Yijia glanced at them coldly and said, "Neither."
Wenn Binn just smiled without saying anything.
The way adults communicate was always simple and crude.
With just a few words, they had already figured out each of their trump cards and ideas. Wenn Binn raised his teacup and drank some water. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked at the woman who was having fun with the child outside the window.
Speaking of which, Qiao An looked more delicate, and her facial features were more imposing. Her gestures were also somewhat noble, which made her more suitable to be a wife.
As for Shen Anning, she was still a little young after all. She was raised as a little princess and was somewhat arrogant.
However, this kind of character was easier to control.
It was really difficult to make a choice between the two.
...
After all, it was only a year, the Wen family did not stay for long.
On the way back, Wenn Jing had a conflicted expression. "Mom, is Auntie Sui still angry? The matter between Brother Yi Jia and me..."
Su Li rubbed her head. "We have already said what we should say. If she is angry, there is nothing she can do. As for you and Shen Yijia..."
She was silent for a while. "There are many young and promising children in Hangzhou. Why does Shen Yijia have to be the one?"
Hearing the deeper meaning in her tone, Wenn Jing lowered her eyes and her face was full of disappointment. "I just like him."
Wenn Binn smiled and looked at her from the rearview mirror. "Little Jing, don't be disheartened. Anyway, you did not marry him and did not marry him. There is still a chance in the future."
Wenn Jing nodded. "Brother, you have to help me."
"Okay." Wenn Binn finally agreed and said to Su Li, "Mom, which one do you think is better between Shen Anning and Qiao An?"
"Of course it is Qiao An." Su Li's gaze was profound, "You must know that she is the legitimate princess of Shen family, and she plays the piano well. In the future, Shen family will definitely have a slice of her pie."
Wenn Binn nodded. "That's right, but it seems that Qiao An's personality is not easy to control. Shen Anning, on the other hand, is easier to control."
Wen Shuli also slightly nodded and said, "Our Wen family's daughter-in-law naturally needs to be more gentle."2
Wenn Jing keenly heard something unusual from this conversation, "Mom, what is called a proper little princess? Isn't it also peaceful?"
Su Li shook her head slightly. There was a hidden meaning in her eyes. "Shen Anning was raised by Shen Mingyuan in the orphanage after the two daughters of Shen family went missing. He did not have any blood relation with the Shen family."
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