Chapter 2

◎You are really worthless◎

In the autumn of the first year of high school, Du Ningyang, who was not good at both arts and science, decided to study fine arts and take the path of art examination. Du Minda was introduced by an acquaintance to a famous teacher's studio in Huaicheng, so Du Ningyang transferred from Xuancheng to Huaicheng to study.

Du Ningyang only knew that Du Minda drove for a rich family in Huaicheng, but he knew nothing about this family and was not interested in them.

The driver was always with the car. Unexpectedly, when Du Minda came to the train station to pick her and Fang Fang up, he took the bus.

At that time, she had a high ponytail, and she was still energetic after a long journey. She raised her head and searched for Du Minda's figure, and joked with Du Minda, "Old Du, where is your car? I bet with my mother that it was a luxury car to pick you up."

It was the only Maybach in Huaicheng at that time, imported, with a license plate number of 888, and it cost a lot of money to ask someone to buy it.

Du Minda answered honestly and simply, "You can't drive that car during non-working hours. Only Young Master Wen can ride that car."

"Sigh, Young Master," Du Ningyang couldn't help laughing, "Old Du, what era is it now? Are you acting in an idol drama?"

A few days later, she met the legendary "Young Master Wen".

Young Master Wen's dress and words and deeds are very consistent with her stereotype of the young master group. He has too white skin, thin and slender limbs, wears a meticulous uniform, has neat short hair, clear eyes, and holds his head high, looking at people with his nose.

It is a good-looking face, but it is really cold, arrogant, and unpleasant.

In Teacher Lu's overly small and crowded studio, it is strength that speaks. Whether they were in a private or public school, they were all mixed together for classes. No matter what brand of pencil they used, the difference between HB and 2B was always the difference. White paint, which cost five dollars a can, was the hardest currency. No matter how expensive the clothes were, they would be covered with a layer of lead powder. Everyone was covered in dust and dirt.

Except for Du Ningyang, she carried a small cloth bag with a mirror, wet wipes, a comb, a powder puff and lipstick. After finishing the sketching homework, she had to wipe her face and apply lipstick. She was the whitest in the whole studio, as white as a small, shining light bulb. The rest of the classes were fine, except that she was busy with the comb.

She had the side bangs that were popular in recent Korean dramas. It was beautiful, but the disadvantage was that it took time to take care of it.

The only difference in the studio was that after class, some people gathered together to eat hot instant noodles and laughed loudly, while others brought their bodies covered in carbon dust to the Maybach. They were forbidden to make friends with junk people and eat junk food.

Zhu Yao had met Du Minda. He had a round face, round eyes and a round figure, and was easy to recognize. Coming out of the studio, she saw Du Minda respectfully opening the car door for Wen Xu, and vaguely heard the voice of "Young Master Wen".

She quickly grabbed Xu Zhaolin's arm and pointed in that direction.

At that time, Du Ningyang was queuing up to buy candied haws on the roadside. In the winter in Huaicheng, the breath turned into frost, and it was so cold that people kept stamping their feet. She had to wait for the bus for ten minutes at the bus stop after school every day, so she had to buy something to pass the time, otherwise the waiting period would be too long and boring.

Zhu Yao pulled Xu Zhaolin and ran to her side, gossiping as if he had discovered a new continent: "Is your father Wen Xu's driver?"

"Yes," Du Ningyang replied casually, without any concealment, "Boss, give me a bunch of hawthorns - and a bunch of grapes!"

"You pig, you eat so much, please treat me to one," Xu Zhaolin said shamelessly.

"Get out," Du Ningyang slapped his outstretched hand heavily.

"Then you give me one..."

"Xu Zhaolin, shut up. Are you familiar with Wen Xu? Why haven't I seen you two talking in the studio?" Zhu Yao interrupted them and kept asking questions. "It's so cold, why don't you go home with him every day? In novels, don't young masters usually fall in love with servants' daughters? You, you..."

Du Ningyang looked at Zhu Yao like an idiot, "Fuck servants, you're crazy, you've watched too many TV dramas, you idiot."

They never had any scruples when they spoke, they were very vulgar, and vulgarity sometimes represented a kind of intimacy in that era. The more they cursed, the dirtier, and the dirtier, the more they loved.

Seeing Zhu Yao and Xu Zhaolin looking completely dumbfounded and unbelieving, Du Ningyang forced out a speechless sneer and explained, "First of all, this is the 21st century, there is no such thing as servants. My dad does things for money, and he will switch to a car that pays him a higher salary. He drives punctually, abides by the law and is steady, and he has no complaints about working overtime, and he is sought after wherever he goes."

The lights of the Maybach lit up, illuminating a large dark area. The low and ear-catching sound of the engine starting in winter. Du Ningyang glanced in that direction, "Secondly, Wen Xu and I have never spoken. I don't need to say anything to him at all, and I never go to his house... He is like a robot. Who among you would like to talk to a robot?"

Many classmates in the surrounding art studio heard this, and some were laughing. Indeed, this description was very appropriate. Wen Xu was very much like a robot.

Zhu Yao nodded like knocking a wooden fish, "Yes, you still like my brother more."

Du Ningyang corrected, "No, I don't like your brother more, I like your brother very much."

At that time, the whole world knew that Du Ningyang liked Zhu He very much. Zhu He was very humorous, very good at playing games, righteous and passionate, and had many friends from all over the world;

at that time, the whole world knew that Wen Xu was not in the same world as them. He did not associate with anyone, and they did not go to his world to join in the cold excitement.

Ten years later, at this moment, Du Ningyang and Zhu He were each other's ex-husband and ex-wife in the legal sense, and the robot Wen Xu, who had nothing to do with her, sat in front of her, like a pug, saying word by word: "Last night, you promised to be my girlfriend."

Is this a dream?

Du Ningyang wanted to slap herself. What kind of rubbish nightmare was this?

The sharp nails that could poke people to death made her give up the idea.

"I think we have some misunderstandings," Du Ningyang leaned one hand on the sofa handle and supported his forehead, "I really don't remember, and to be honest, I don't plan to enter a relationship in the short term."

"You are divorced, I know," Wen Xu said seriously, "It's not a continued marriage, why can't you enter a new relationship?"

Du Ningyang suddenly said seriously: "Wen Xu, tell me, are you mentally ill? Did your family force you to get married after the New Year, so you found someone to take the blame for you? You just happened to meet me, so you use me as a gun?"

Wen Xu was speechless for a moment, and Du Ningyang said again: "Little guy, I guessed it, your trick doesn't work on me, Master Wen, go home quickly, we are not the same kind of people."

Wen Xu asked: "Then I will chase you, okay?"

Most people would chase a girl directly if they wanted to chase her, but robots would ask if it was okay. It was as if the command of "OK" was entered, and its system could move on and take the next step.

Du Ningyang rolled his eyes, but before he could say "No", his cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed Zhu Yao. Du Ningyang put his index finger between his lips, motioning Wen Xu to keep quiet.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"Ningning, you finally answered the phone! What a coincidence that my brother was also at Helios last night. He said he saw you kissing a guy, and it was such a passionate kiss. Now you're crying at home with the door closed. What do you say we should do? Mom and dad took turns to persuade you, but it didn't work. It's New Year's Day."

Du Ningyang raised her head, her eyes full of disbelief. Wen Xu nodded at her, with a rare... cunning look in his eyes.

"He also said that you left with that guy, and before you left, you provoked him, saying that this was your new boyfriend. Really? Is this true?"

Seeing that Du Ningyang didn't say anything, Zhu Yao added fuel to the fire, "You are worthy of it, Du Ningyang, well done, this is how you deal with a hopeless person like my brother."

Du Ningyang replied weakly, "Why is he crying... Forget it, we are divorced, there is no need for me to deal with him. Give your parents a happy new year for me."

"Was that Zhu He in the bar yesterday?" Wen Xu waited for the "beep" sound of the other party hanging up the phone before he spoke to confirm. He was also drunk last night. In his memory, Zhu He was tall and thin, not particularly handsome, but very popular. The man in Helios yesterday had already shown signs of middle-aged obesity, with a small beer belly and a little greasy.

"Who else could it be?" Du Ningyang checked the time on her phone and the several missed calls from Fang Fang, and stood up and said, "I'm going home."

Wen Xu also stood up, "What about us?" "

There's nothing to say, we're just friends with benefits at most, do friends with benefits have to be responsible?"

Du Ningyang looked up and carefully examined Wen Xu from head to toe. He was still pampered, dressed meticulously, even the pleats of his sleeves were rolled up just right, mommy's good boy, everyone's little master Wen, and after having some fun, he had to set an alarm to go home for lunch.

In short, he was not her type.

"Do you and Zhu He have children?" Wen Xu suddenly asked.

Du Ningyang just wanted him to get lost, and said nonsense, "Of course, two, a son and a daughter."

He thought this playful robot would "back down when faced with difficulties", but when he heard the words "Oh, so, I'll take you to the children's playground tomorrow", Du Ningyang thought his ears were broken.

Du Ningyang said: "Wen Xu, you are really worthless like this. I will forget the horrible look you had today. Goodbye, get out of here."

Wen Xu had no intention of leaving and kept pestering, "What kind do you like?"

"Anyway, I don't like pretty boys. I hate young masters the most," she added fuel to the fire very seriously, "I like manly, tough and powerful men."

Wen Xu regained his calm and composed look and said slowly: "Wasn't I manly enough last night? - It seems that you have forgotten everything. You cried and begged for mercy from me."

"Don't try again?" He took advantage of the victory and showed the well-proportioned muscles and several fresh finger marks on his arms. "Look, what you caught is genuine. It supports DNA testing."

Du Ningyang's pupils shook.