The male voice behind her told her: "Dress appropriately and take the bag I gave you for your third anniversary."
Got in the car.
Wen Nian just learned something.
Cheng Yansheng's friend was looking for an extremely expensive bag in Manchuria, and she happened to have it.
That was his third anniversary gift to her.
It took a lot of effort to hire people from abroad to bring it back.
The scandal about him lingering at the cocktail party spread all over the world, and her relationship with him was very tense. She even got into trouble with Cheng Qing, which made Dong Nuan very unhappy.
He lost his temper in Chengzhai.
At that time, it was also the critical period for Cheng Yansheng to take over the Cheng family.
I heard that I couldn’t win a project with Dongyang for a long time.
As soon as people heard about the fire in his backyard, they immediately decided to change their cooperation to his house.
In order to stabilize the situation, Cheng Yansheng tried his best to persuade her to hold a press conference to clarify the rumors that the marriage had turned into discord.
Of course, the outcome was her compromise, pressure from all parties, and the fact that she really liked the bag.
Wen Nian recalled the scene at that time, feeling a little dazed in front of his eyes.
Therefore, today she is just a pawn for him to use as a bridge.
The man arranged his cufflinks slowly.
His voice was lazy: "I'll say hello when I see you later, but don't show any shame to me."
Everyone around Cheng Yansheng knows a secret: that is, he does not favor her.
Those people didn't say they didn't want to see her, but in their hearts they were just talking.
Use her as a joke.
Wen Nian was rarely brought to see people in such a grand manner. She couldn't tell whether she felt more rejected or more disappointed. She was wearing a dignified skirt.
Black on the outside and white on the inside, with a conservative neckline.
Her face without makeup was still eye-catching.
She is clearly in her twenties, but her skin is as pink and tender as a porcelain doll.
During these years of being a housewife, Wen Nian had very few social interactions.
Except for one Xie Qingzhu, she almost cut off all social circles.
At the dinner table and wine party, after all, I felt a little unfamiliar.
"Put your hand over here."
Wen Nian obediently obeyed and obeyed. There was a faint coolness on her fingertips. Cheng Yansheng held it in her palm and lightly opened her thin lips: "The people of the Zhou family in Lian Mansion will come and go frequently in the future."
Afraid of scratching the bag, Wen Nian raised his other hand slightly.
It was somewhat funny in my heart.
Cheng Yansheng paused, his eyes deep and dark.
His voice fell above his head: "Miss Wen, are you dissatisfied with what I said? Or are you reluctant to part with this bag?"
neither.
"No, there's no reason to back it up anyway. It's worth it if I give it to you as a favor."
"In that case, don't show off."
Wen Nian bit his lips, and the smile he raised was very stiff and lifeless.
Immediately afterwards, Cheng Yansheng held the knuckles of her hand and tightened it with a little force, and pain came out naturally.
She was thinking that he must hate her very much!
She hated the fact that Wen Chongjin had given him this burden when he was so high-spirited.
Wen Nian also hated himself, hating himself for being hopeless and failing to live up to expectations.
At first she was covetous of Cheng Yansheng's cool body, and tried every means to please him and coax him, until later, she suddenly woke up as if she was in a dream.
Entering the door, Wen Nian met Cheng Yansheng's friend.
A handsome and elegant man.
Wen Nian has seen little of him, but he recognizes him: Zhou Yinghuai, half of the sky in Lan Mansion.
Beside him was a very bright and beautiful woman, about the same age as her.
When the two stood together, they looked particularly good together.
The woman had been conversing with Cheng Yansheng about the bag. Wen Nian accidentally glanced at Zhou Yinghuai opposite him. The moment their eyes met, she saw the unfamiliarity in his eyes.
