There was a crack in Lu Yili's usually casual face.
"Wen Yan, what do you mean? Huh?"
He almost gritted his teeth, wanting to tear her apart and swallow her.
"Fare." Wen Yan smiled slightly.
As soon as she finished speaking, she got out of the car and turned around, her skirt swaying and swaying.
The woman walked decisively without even looking back.
Lu Yili stared at Wen Yan's back, concentrating for a long time, then touched a cigarette and lit it, and took a deep breath with an extremely unhappy mood.
The sparks were clearly extinguished, and the misty smoke drifted away, blurring his features like fog surrounding an empty mountain.
Jiangning is small.
It's not like everything goes smoothly.
There is a lot of rain in Jiangning, which always has a slightly damp smell, as if it will soon be covered with moss.
When guests came to visit, Wen Yan was busy arranging flowers in the living room.
She picked out large clusters of purple water lilies and tiger-head jasmine branch by branch, trimmed them, wiped off the excess leaves and some withered yellow flower buds, and gently placed them into the pure neck of the bottle. She felt that her heart was much calmer.
The person who came was called Xiao Wang, Zhou Tingxun's secretary. Wen Yan had met him several times but was not familiar with him.
"Ms. Wen, there will be a business reception later. Please prepare and attend with Mr. Zhou."
Xiao Wang didn't care about Wen Yan's opinion at all and just informed her dryly.
Wen Yan's hand holding the flower branch paused in mid-air. Zhou Tingxun never took her to formal occasions, unless it was a private party as a vase.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, lowered her eyelashes, and said calmly: "Yes, I understand."
The car driven by Xiao Wang took Wen Yan to his destination and left.
The banquet hall is magnificent, spacious and bright. Wherever you look, you can see people in Jiangning City, dressed in fragrant clothes and with shadows on their temples.
Wen Yan scanned the crowd but could not find Zhou Tingxun.
She is wearing a Xiangyun gauze cheongsam with a hollow woven collar. The overall color is very elegant navy blue, and it appropriately outlines the waist and hip curves. It is retro but not complicated, bright but not old-fashioned.
The hair seems to have been carefully taken care of, showing a satin-like luster, and the plum-colored lipstick outlines a somewhat vivid beauty, like a painting.
Wen Yan's sudden appearance attracted the attention of the guests present.
The cold temperament is incompatible with the lively banquet hall.
I thought that this young lady had entered here by mistake, but what was unexpected was that Cui Lige, who was wearing a little black dress, walked towards her affectionately holding Zhou Tingxun in a suit and ties.
"Are you the one who pesters Tingxun?"
Cui Lige was not sloppy at all and pointed the finger directly at Wen Yan.
Wen Yan pursed his lips, bent his knuckles hanging by his side, and calmly brushed the hair beside his ears.
She was played.
She had already experienced Cui Lige's methods. Zhou Tingxun's confidants dared to instigate rebellion, which just showed that the other party was not a good person and could not tolerate sand in his eyes.
The only flaw in such a perfect plan was that he was too eager for success and underestimated her.
Wen Yan was the first to curl her eyes. In fact, she didn't like to smile much by nature. For the most part, she was neither sad nor happy, and she always had an almost indifferent calmness.
Her voice was very clear: "What does Miss Cui say about Mr. Zhou? I am just me, and he is just him. How can they be confused with each other?"
Cui Lige didn't expect that this Wen Yan looked so gentle, but his words were open and clear, but it was annoying to listen to.
Zhou Tingxun watched the farce from the side, his lips tightened, and his deep voice revealed displeasure: "Li Ge, that's enough."
Of course Cui Lige refused, and her voice suddenly became sharp: "You are so good, Zhou Tingxun, are you being mean to me?"
Zhou Tingxun hugged her again to coax her, and Cui Lige's expression finally relaxed a little. The two of them looked as if no one was around, like dog-skin plaster that blinded Wen Yan's eyes.
It was a waste of time, but it made me smell bad.
Wen Yan didn't want to stay any longer and walked out on high heels.
When passing by the buffet table, a bodyguard walked up to the boss who was chatting with someone and said in a loud voice: "Master Lu is here."
