When I went to the bar, I saw that Lu Kejun was very drunk and was lying on the bar like a puddle of mud.
After Wen Zhan thanked the bartender, he picked up the woman and walked out.
The woman who had been drunk and asleep suddenly woke up and saw the man holding her with blurry eyes and smiled, "Third brother... I knew you... you would come to me... Third brother , Gu Xinchen...that bastard, he, is so cruel to me...and still ignores me——"
Wen Zhan wanted to coax her, but thought of what Fa Xiao had just said and held back.
"You're drunk. I'll carry you to the car first. When Xinchen comes later, you go back with him." He had a cold face and a calm tone.
Lu Kejun started to make a fuss: "I won't...I won't go back with him. I want to divorce him...divorce! Someone with a bad temper like him shouldn't...should not get married!"
Wen Zhan didn't want to argue with a drunk person, so he turned a deaf ear and didn't respond.
But Lu Kejun started crying, and I complained pitifully: "Growing up is not good at all... you are married... you have children... take your time, only care about your family and your wife ...We can no longer play together as carefree as we did when we were children..."
Hearing what she said, Wen Zhan's heart gradually stirred up.
He also missed the days when the three of them were brothers.
"Third brother, do you hate me too...you have someone else in your heart...you fell in love with that woman...just because she gave birth to a child for you..."
Did he fall in love with Mu Wanqing?
Wen Zhan frowned, where to start?
"I, I also want to give Xinchen a child, but he always shirks it... He always says that I am the child... He must be afraid that I will tie him up with my child. He doesn't want to live with me..."
Women chatter and cry, sometimes blaming this, sometimes blaming that...
Wen Zhan's heart felt like it was immersed in the freezing water of winter, with dense pain occupying every cell, leaving him unable to respond.
He put the woman in the back seat of the car and gave her a bottle of water.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Gu Xinchen's Porsche arrived.
He got out of the rear door and walked to the car. He looked at his drunken wife and put his hand on his forehead, forbearing.
Seeing his headache and irritation, Wen Zhan reminded him in a low voice: "She's drunk, so don't argue with her. It's useless. You can have a good talk after she wakes up."
Gu Xinchen nodded, bent down and leaned in, ready to pick up the woman.
Lu Kejun was half drunk and half awake, and the eldest lady's temper was brought to its extreme.
She slapped her husband in the face and complained angrily: "Gu Xinchen, don't touch me! I won't go back with you!"
Gu Xinchen said with a cold face, "Have you had enough trouble? Wen Zhan abandoned his children and wife in the middle of the night and came out to find you. Are you satisfied? You have been doing this since you were a child, and you pretend that none of us can tell?"
Wen Zhan's eyebrows jumped, he never expected that Gu Xinchen would speak so harshly.
"Xinchen..." He spoke again, ready to persuade, but Gu Xinchen didn't listen at all.
He grabbed Lu Kejun's cell phone, fiddled with it a few times, held it up and asked the woman angrily: "Delete me again? Have you blocked me on WeChat? Lu Kejun, can you stop being so childish?" You are already in your twenties, not a three-year-old!"
Wen Zhan was slightly stunned, and then he understood why the bartender called him and not Gu Xinchen.
He sighed helplessly and began to reflect on whether their favor over the years had completely spoiled Lu Kejun.
Just when he was distracted, Gu Xinchen used brute force to lift Lu Kejun out of the back seat.
"Wen Zhan, please go back. We will settle the matter between us as husband and wife ourselves." Gu Xinchen didn't even look at him, but walked towards the Porsche with the woman who was struggling and slapping on his shoulders.
Seeing the woman he had liked for many years being treated so rudely by Fa Xiao, Wen Zhan was lying in his heart if he said he wasn't uncomfortable.
But what happened today has made their relationship very awkward. If he continues to interfere, he may not even be able to be a brother.
It was late, and the early autumn night was slightly chilly, which made his mind wake up quickly.
Turning around and getting into the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly, regardless of what the two people were doing.
When I got home, it was already half past two in the morning.
Coincidentally, Mu Wanqing was breastfeeding her child.
The moment their eyes met, the air became visibly stagnant.
Wen Zhan pursed his lips, walked closer, and whispered: "We found him, Gu Xinchen took him back."
Mu Wanqing didn't say anything, only said: "Go to sleep."
After finishing speaking, he looked down at the baby in his arms.
My heart has long been numb.
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The next morning.
When Wen Zhan got up to go to work, Mu Wanqing also woke up.
But she didn't want to meet him, so she didn't move and continued to pretend to be asleep.
After hearing the car downstairs move away, she slowly sat up and stared blankly in a daze.
The child's cry came from downstairs, and she turned around and got up to wash up.
As a result, I saw in the bathroom the shirt my husband had changed out of after returning home at midnight last night.
There were obvious lipstick marks and foundation scratches on the shoulders of the white shirt.
This means that they at least hugged each other.
As for whether there were more intimate actions, such as kissing or something - it's hard to say.
She couldn't help but smile coldly, wondering if he hugged his wife in front of Mr. Gu?
It's a miracle that he didn't have any stains on his face.
Or is the world of rich people so chaotic?
Suddenly, an unknown fire came over her heart. She picked up the clothes, balled them up randomly, and threw them into the trash can.
Even though the price of any piece of clothing he wears starts at five figures, in her eyes, it's just rubbish - no! Dirtier than trash!
After washing up and going downstairs, Mu Wanqing felt extremely ironic when she saw the bouquet of flowers still displayed in the living room.
At a certain moment last night, she did have the illusion that she and this man had a moment of miracle, and that their family could also become a happy and happy home, but the reality soon hit her face.
"Uncle Hong, ask someone to throw away these flowers." She ordered the housekeeper at home when she sat down to eat.
The serious and responsible old housekeeper was stunned for a moment and was in a dilemma.
These are the flowers that the third young master personally brought back yesterday.
Seeing that the housekeeper didn't move, Mu Wanqing looked at him and said, "Why, don't I even have the right to throw away trash in this house?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant." When Uncle Hong heard that this was serious, he quickly winked at the servant.
The servant stepped forward, picked up the huge bouquet and walked out.
This news will naturally reach Wen Zhan's ears.
When he learned that the woman had asked people to throw the flowers away when she got up, and said they were garbage, he knew in his heart that she still cared about what happened last night.
Not only did he mind, but he was also very angry!
He remembered Gu Xinchen's words, saying that women are all petty, and it turned out that the one he married was the same.
Secretary Li knocked on the door and came in to report on the day's work schedule.
He listened absently and remained indifferent until the secretary finished his report.
Secretary Li is such a shrewd person. After observing the boss's face, he immediately understood: "Mr. Wen, hasn't Madam coaxed you yet?"
Wen Zhan raised his eyes to look at her, and his annoyance finally found an outlet: "What the hell did you come up with? She is allergic to pollen, throw it away!"
