Mu Wanqing was startled, turned away from the pillow, and looked back at him, confused.
The man asked: "Why didn't you tell me?"
Mu Wanqing slowly turned over and lay down, looked at him and pursed her lips, "Just...before you came back in the evening, she called me and said that you had drawn a clear line with the couple and she thought it was me. ...provocative."
Wen Zhan frowned, obviously displeased, but his tone was still gentle: "Ignore her, she has the temper of a young lady."
The woman had mixed feelings in her heart when she heard this.
Her husband said this to her in a tone that seemed to understand his rival in love very well, so she couldn't tell whether it was to comfort her or... to show that his relationship with Lu Kejun was closer.
Seeing that his wife was silent, Wen Zhan became worried again, "She...what else did she tell you?"
Mu Wanqing came back to her senses, smiled lightly, and said with relief: "It's nothing... She was quite worried about you. She said that your grandfather's death had a great impact on you, and the company had many affairs. She said that you have been very hard recently, and asked me to pay more attention to you. .”
Wen Zhan's face, which had just soothed, suddenly became more serious.
Although the starting point is good, Lu Kejun's identity is too special.
Even if it is said to the daughter-in-law by the mother-in-law, it will cause dissatisfaction on the daughter-in-law, let alone a love rival.
Wen Zhan felt even more guilty and said as he lay down: "I will find a chance to talk to her and ask her not to contact you again."
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she thought that they had to meet alone.
Moreover, with the temperament of that charming young lady Lu Kejun, she would only think that she had ruined their "childhood" friendship, and how could she look for problems from herself.
"Forget it, I don't know her very well. The three of you grew up together and have an unusual relationship. I can understand that. Even for Mr. Gu's sake, you shouldn't get too close to her."
Mu Wanqing is not big-hearted enough to accommodate a love rival, she just doesn't want to cause trouble.
The key point in this matter is my husband.
As long as Wen Zhan has a clear mind and makes up his mind to draw a clear line with Lu Kejun, no matter how the other party behaves, it will not affect them as a couple.
What she cares about is Wen Zhan's attitude.
The man was surprised by his wife's calm reaction and turned back to look at her.
The two of them were lying on their backs, both looking sideways at each other. When their eyes met, there was obviously a slight change in the atmosphere.
Mu Wanqing noticed it and turned around pretending to be calm, muttering: "It's getting late, go to sleep..."
After saying that, he closed his eyes gently.
Wen Zhan still maintained his profile posture.
Seeing her wing-like eyelashes falling slowly, her side face looking peaceful and beautiful, her whole person as quiet as a white porcelain jade vessel emitting soft light under the moonlight, I forgot everything for a moment and just stared at it like that.
Mu Wanqing could sense that he had been staring at her.
Because his breath hit the side of her neck, light and warm, teasing her nerves in the silent night.
Although she looked calm on the outside, her heart was slowly tightening little by little.
In the dark, she was looking forward to something, and at the same time, she was worried about what she was looking forward to.
Her heart was wavering, uncertain, and she didn't know what the two of them should do in the future.
Just as she was fighting and tugging in her heart, her bare hand that fell on the quilt was gently held by a warm and rough touch.
She shrank in fright, but didn't dare to fully withdraw.
His eyelashes trembled, as if a frightened butterfly was about to flutter away again.
Wen Zhan kept staring at her, naturally taking in all her subtle and sensitive reactions.
He slowly clenched his hands and moved his body quietly, approaching the woman.
"Qingqing..." A dreamlike murmur sounded in her ears, making Mu Wanqing think it was an auditory hallucination.
Qingqing?
This was the first time she heard such an intimate and even disgusting name from this person.
In the past two years, he either called himself by his first name, or he didn't even bother to call him, just "you, you, you".
"I know you're not asleep..." Seeing that she didn't respond, Wen Zhan continued to murmur in a low voice, "On the day grandpa left, I meant everything I said. Can we not get divorced? How can you bear to have two children so young? They don’t have a mother?”
Mu Wanqing couldn't pretend any longer, opened her eyes, and turned her head to look at the man.
Her heart agitated passionately, her eyes swaying, looking into the man's dark and deep eyes, feeling a force pulling her, pulling her deeper and deeper.
Wen Zhan saw that she was silent, but his expression and eyes changed obviously, as if he was bewitched by something.
He understood and was no longer obsessed with the answer for a moment.
Anyway, as long as he doesn't agree, she can't divorce this marriage if she wants to.
But at this moment, there is something more important between them...
Under the dim yellow warm light, both of them were breathing obviously irregularly. The man couldn't help but move his handsome face towards her, and his thin lips gradually came closer to her breathing.
Mu Wanqing became more and more nervous, knowing clearly that she should avoid it, but when his lips covered her, she stayed still as if in a daze, letting him grind slowly and gradually increase the force.
until--
The man turned over, moved from the bed, and pressed her under him like a blanket.
"Ugh..." She made a sound unconsciously, and now she wanted to resist, but the man didn't give her a chance.
When she raised her hand and landed on the man's shoulder, she was guided by the man's downward movement, as if she was raising her hand to hold his neck on purpose.
Mu Wanqing was in a mess, breathing heavily when he kissed her, pushing his shoulders in a mess.
But it's useless.
Wen Zhan understands women's thoughts.
He could tell that after two years of getting along, this woman, if not falling in love with him, at least had a good impression of her.
In this case, most women's resistance is not firm, but half-rejection and half-rejection is a matter of interest.
He took the woman's hand and fixed it gently but neatly above her head. When he kissed her again, his thin lips had already penetrated her collar.
The refreshing smell of milk reminded him of the scene in the morning. In an instant, the young and passionate blood in his body surged crazily like a beast that smelled the delicious taste.
Mu Wanqing was confused and soon lost her resistance, so she could only let him exercise her husband's rights...
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Mr. Wen's funeral was solemn and solemn.
Dozens of people from Wen's family waited solemnly.
An endless stream of guests walked into the condolence hall with heavy steps, paid tribute, bowed and expressed condolences to the family members.
The three uncles of the Wen family and their sons stood in the front row of the family table, and Wen Zhan was among them.
As a concubine, Mu Wanqing naturally stood beside her husband.
Although she and Wen Zhan have been married for two years, because they did not have a wedding, she has not seen the prosperity of Wen's family.
It wasn't until today that she truly realized what kind of wealthy family she was marrying into.
Many of the big names who usually can only be seen on the hourly news were present today.
Those wreaths even have the names of leaders among them.
