Mu Wanqing coughed, and the noodles almost choked into her trachea.
If they hadn't had such a heated argument last night, she would have hated this man so much that she would have laughed so hard that she exposed him and ridiculed him again!
"If you can't eat, don't force it. No one will laugh at you." She suppressed her smile, but still had the same lukewarm tone as a kind reminder.
Wen Zhan was too lazy to respond, cursing in his mind, lowering his head and continuing to eat noodles, "Eat your food quickly, I have something to do later."
Anything else?
Mu Wanqing was confused, what happened? Nothing more than hurrying home.
The three of them sat together to eat, and the atmosphere was strange.
Zhou Yiru was the first to finish eating. As soon as he got up, his cell phone rang and he went out to answer the call.
When his love rival walked away, Wen Zhan showed a troubled look on his face, took the water glass in front of Mu Wanqing, raised his head and poured water.
Seeing how painful it was for him to eat, Mu Wanqing wanted to remind him not to force it. After all, his stomach was not good. If it caused another stomach problem, he would have to suffer the consequences.
But thinking about what happened last night and how disgusting and despicable he was, the hatred in her heart still couldn't go away, so she only glanced at him lightly and said nothing.
Wen Zhan finished the water in the cup and handed it to her: "It's too spicy. Pour me another glass of water."
"Don't you have long hands? You can't fall down by yourself?" Mu Wanqing came back directly.
"..." Wen Zhan was choked and stared at her with red lips, grinding his teeth secretly, "The most poisonous woman's heart is you!"
He got up and walked around until he found the hot water bottle.
Unexpectedly, when I poured it out and drank it, the water was very hot and the spiciness doubled.
There was bottled water in his car, but when he walked through the courtyard, he would be seen by Zhou Yiru - at this time, he would rather die than lose face in front of his love rival.
So, I could only endure the burning tingling sensation in my mouth and returned to the low table to continue eating noodles.
Mu Wanqing couldn't stand it anymore and pulled his noodle bowl over, "Okay, it's not easy to call an ambulance here, and it's far from the hospital."
Wen Zhan's mouth was red and swollen, and even his deep eyes were tinged with blood.
It was indeed too spicy to bear, so he didn't try to be brave anymore and just looked at the woman's noodle bowl.
Seeing that she had finished eating, with only a little red oil floating on the soup, the man frowned: "Why didn't I know you can eat spicy food so well?"
"I'm not very spicy. Brother Zhou knew that I was breastfeeding, so he specifically asked the boss to make it less spicy." Mu Wanqing told the truth casually.
The next second, I saw Wen Zhan's expression was subtle.
She suddenly realized something and quickly explained: "You can't eat spicy food yourself, so don't maliciously speculate on others."
Wen Zhan gasped and sneered coldly.
Malicious speculation?
He can guarantee that Zhou Yiru did it on purpose! He even suspected that the bowl he just ate was twice as spicy!
However, there is no way to prove this.
It was even more impossible to question Zhou Yiru. That would be a real defeat for both people and the battle, and all the dignity and honor would be lost.
After suffering a heavy loss, Wen Zhan's hostility towards Zhou Yiru became even stronger.
"Have you eaten enough? Take me out for a walk when you're done." Wen Zhan suppressed his displeasure angrily and stood up to greet the woman.
Mu Wanqing was puzzled and looked up at him: "Let's go? Where are you going?"
"..." He hesitated for a moment, his face a little awkward, "It's just... didn't you come back to see your grandparents and father?"
"I was there yesterday."
"But I haven't been there."
Come here, as the son-in-law of the Mu family, he should go to the grave to pay homage.
Mu Wanqing listened to his words and looked at his serious face, full of doubts.
What does he mean?
When he returned to Xu Zhen before, he didn't take any notice of him at all. Apparently he didn't think the matter had anything to do with him at all.
Now that divorce is on the table, he has started to be a filial son-in-law?
The two of them stood silently, and Zhou Yiru came back into the room after making a phone call.
"Xiao Qing, I have to go back to Chongcheng for something. If you come with Mr. Wen, I'll leave first." Although Zhou Yiru wanted to rescue Mu Wanqing, the time was not yet ripe, and the light bulb for the whole night was enough.
Mu Wanqing nodded: "Okay, you drive a long distance alone, pay attention to your safety."
Zhou Yiru smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's okay. I'll contact you when I get there."
"Um!"
Zhou Yiru looked at Wen Zhan, with a polite smile on his handsome and elegant face: "Mr. Wen, we will discuss our cooperation project after we return to Chongcheng."
Wen Zhan's mouth was still red and swollen, which reduced the coldness and alienation on his face, making him look a bit cute and funny.
Smiling meaningfully, he replied calmly: "Mr. Zhou should put his own position first, and then come to talk to me about cooperation."
The implication is, if you plot something against my wife, let alone cooperation being impossible, everyone will hunt you down and leave the country!
Mu Wanqing heard the strong smell of gunpowder in his words and immediately stepped forward to interrupt them: "Brother Zhou, be careful when driving on the road."
It means that he should leave quickly and not be as knowledgeable as Wen Zhan.
Zhou Yiru looked at the woman with a thousand words in his eyes.
To be honest, he was very worried and wanted to take her away directly to escape the sea of suffering.
But he still had sense, and he knew that he was not qualified. Taking action rashly would only make Mu Wanqing's situation more difficult, and he would be bullied and humiliated by Wen Zhan even more.
After taking a deep look at Mu Wanqing, he suppressed the turbulence in his heart and nodded gently, "Then take care of yourself. If you need help with anything, you can come to me."
Mu Wanqing naturally understood the deep meaning of these words, but she did not dare to respond.
Zhou Yiru turned around and left. Wen Zhan watched the taillights of the car gradually disappearing, the fake smile and politeness on his face slowly faded.
Mu Wanqing turned around and went back to the house, thinking about putting the bedding in the bedrooms back into the cabinets, moving the new bedding to give to Aunt Wang, locking the door and leaving.
I don’t know when I’ll come back next time.
Just as he folded the quilt, he picked it up and turned around, his eyes caught a glimpse of Wen Zhan's tall and slender body walking into the room.
She turned a blind eye, without even the slightest change in her expression, and passed by him holding the quilt, heading towards the closet.
Wen Zhan looked at her quietly, with emotion and anger difficult to distinguish on his face.
When she put down the quilt and turned around and passed by him again, he raised his hand and grabbed her arm.
"Who are you showing off to? Do you think I shouldn't have come and ruined the atmosphere of your date?" Wen Zhan spoke sarcastically.
Mu Wanqing ignored him and raised her hand, throwing off his shackles.
Wen Zhan frowned, his face showed surprise, and then he curled his lips and smiled coldly.
"Isn't it quite harmonious last night? You don't like me again today? Or did you go out with the man surnamed Zhou? What kind of ecstasy soup did he drink?"
The more he spoke, the colder his tone became, and the light in his eyes became more and more dangerous. In the end, his face lost all expression, and he was cold and scary. He asked directly: "Are you going to divorce me again?"
Mu Wanqing didn't originally think so, but as soon as he reminded her, the idea of divorce suddenly arose.
She continued to tidy up the bedding on the bed, without looking at the man, and said coldly: "I still have the divorce agreement at home. If you can't stand me and think I've cheated on you, then leave today when you get back."
Wen Zhan laughed angrily, "What? You mean, I don't want to have a good life, and I want a divorce?"
It was obvious that she had always been the one who talked about divorce.
"..." The woman said nothing, picked up the quilt and continued to stuff it into the closet.
Wen Zhan watched her coming and going, not taking him seriously at all, and the fire in his heart grew bigger and bigger: "Mu Wanqing! Can you speak properly!"
