Zhou Tingxun spread his hands and said he heard nothing.
Cui Lige frowned slightly and stepped directly into the door. The originally dark room suddenly lit up, and there was no one on the bed.
The window of the dressing room was half open, and the curtains were blown up and whirring by the wind.
Cui Lige still refused to give up and even visited the cloakroom, but could not find Wen Yan.
"It's strange, there was a sound just now..."
Zhou Tingxun stood by the wardrobe and glanced at his watch. He was not very interested in Cui Lige's insistence on asking Wen Yan to apologize, so he said perfunctorily: "Maybe a wild cat broke in."
Cui Lige nodded seriously, and suddenly his eyes were occupied by a small golden clip on the ground.
Is it a tie clip, or a finely crafted, U-shaped tie clip inlaid with pearls.
The banquet hall is large in scale and divided into two floors. The first floor is for guests to drink and socialize, while the second floor is a rest area with soft seats, a bar and other entertainment facilities. Only distinguished guests can enter.
Mr. Liu was chatting with a local wealthy businessman. When he saw Lu Yili appeared, he warmly invited him to join the chat.
Wen Yan took the opportunity to mingle among them, looking for a way out.
She didn't hear what Mr. Liu said in the first half, but what he said in the second half was that my daughter asked me to give Mr. Lu a big gift. Thank you very much for coming to support me.
The wealthy ladies pushed and shoved, and Wen Yan was forced to push forward.
Wen Yan didn't want Lu Yili to think that she was interested in his affairs, so she squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty.
In the face of many curious eyes, Mr. Liu took out a scroll and unfolded it. The meticulous depiction of characters was stunning, and there was a neat and beautiful inscription at the top: On a spring trip, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. Whose family on the street is young and charming? I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed.
Mr. Liu did not expect his daughter to be so bold. He pondered for a while, and although he was embarrassed, he still pointed out: "My daughter admires Mr. Lu very much."
"The painting is good." Lu Yili glanced at it, not looking like he was here to receive a gift. He took a look in his pocket leisurely and asked, "How much are you willing to sell it to me?"
This man still has the same virtue, doing whatever he wants, as if nothing can interest him.
While others showed their love boldly through paintings, he showed an unruly look all over his body, playing with the world with half-truths and half-falsehoods.
It was obvious that the ancestor was not happy with the gift-giving turning into a business.
Mr. Liu smiled and said haha: "Talk about money hurts feelings, Lu Shao is no exception."
Lu Yili neither responded nor accepted, saying that he was grateful for his kindness and prevaricating.
When the onlookers saw this, they all said to each other: "Have you seen Mr. Liu's beautiful lady? My daughter is too old to stay with her, so you can spend a lot of time looking for a talented son-in-law."
Mr. Liu had a long face, but he couldn't say anything. Everyone took turns to toast, which was considered a turn of events.
Wen Yan was looking carefully for the exit when Lu Yili came here at some point, holding a goblet and shaking it gently in his hand. The guests approached him, but he didn't even look at him.
Looking into each other's eyes, he showed her a clear path, a safe passage.
Wen Yan quietly slipped away and turned to the stairs. He heard Fang Zuifang's death moaning, the man's voice was dull and rapid, and the woman was panting.
Aren't they Cui Lige and Zhou Tingxun?
No wonder there was no one in the rest area, it turned out that there were wild mandarin ducks here.
The famous men and women were glamorous, and they played more playfully than anyone else in private. Ever since she encountered this scene, she felt ridiculous when she thought of others praising Zhou Tingxun for his gentlemanly demeanor.
Wen Yan cleared his throat and reminded them to restrain themselves. After all, it was a cocktail party where people came and went.
When the sound subsided, she returned to the banquet hall on the second floor, counting the time, and bumped into the well-dressed Zhou Tingxun.
"Yan Yan." Zhou Tingxun's eyes fell on Wen Yan and his tone was deep: "I will take you back."
Wen Yan tilted his head and said, "No, I'll take a taxi."
Then there was silence.
After a long time, Zhou Tingxun smiled and softened his tone: "Be obedient. I'll ask Xiao Wang to take you back."
The warm air coming in from the central air conditioner made Wen Yan upset. He put down the wine glass without saying a word.
Downstairs in the banquet hall, Xiao Wang reluctantly opened the car door, Wen Yan leaned over and sat in, but Zhou Tingxun did not come out to see him off.
After the car was driving, the scenery outside the car window whizzed by. Wen Yan kept a smile on his face and said, "What kind of person is your husband? You have been with him for so many years, so you must be more mature than me, right?"
Xiao Wang couldn't help but tighten his hands on the steering wheel, but he knew it well.
"I am Mr. Zhou's employee, why did Miss Wen hit me? That person is not a good person, and..."
Wen Yan, who was sitting in the back seat, continued what he hadn't said just now: "And she is a quasi-Mrs. Zhou, and she is protected by her husband even if she breaks the news."
Xiao Wang said nothing.
The air inside the car was as silent as the atmosphere, and only the humming sound of the air conditioner could be heard.
Wen Yan looked at himself in the reflection of the car window.
The ends of her eyes were red, her face was pale, and there was even a tiredness in her eyes that she couldn't understand.
Yes, tired, physically and mentally exhausted.
