Yu Qiao sighed again and advised: "Even if you have to divorce, have a good talk with your ex-husband and try your best to raise the children together."
Mu Wanqing tucked the children in, got up and went downstairs, saying passively: "I don't dare to ask him for anything now. He already hates me. He didn't completely ban me from seeing the children, which is already unexpected." ”
How dare you push yourself further.
Even so, Yu Qiao's proposal still made her heart move.
In the divorce agreement, she requested that she visit the children two to three times a month.
But now it seems that this frequency is completely insufficient. If this continues, the two babies may almost forget her as their mother.
You must strive for more opportunities.
After making up her mind, Mu Wanqing considered how to communicate with Wen Zhan while eating.
She didn't have the courage to make a phone call.
She couldn't help but tremble in her heart when she thought of how he was so angry that he was so angry during the court hearing yesterday.
You can only send via WeChat.
Hesitantly and repeatedly revise the wording, and finally issued the simplest sentence.
[Whenever is convenient for you, I want to talk to you. 】
Downstairs, the man whose cat was almost turning into a statue in the car received this message. His drooping and stern eyebrows suddenly raised, and his face instantly became energetic.
Aunt Zhou and Yuesao went back, and the driver also left first.
He originally thought that he would not see her again until he dropped off the children in the evening, but who knew - she would actually take the initiative to "invite" him?
While Wen Zhan was excited, he was also filled with confusion.
What does she want to talk about?
Could it be that when he saw the children, he was reluctant to leave them behind and wanted to fight for custody rights with him?
In fact, he didn't care who the child grew up with. Anyway, it was the blood of his Wen family and he couldn't escape.
If the two children follow her, it will give him, the father, a reason to "harass" her every day, which is what he wants.
But the problem is, she is alone, living in a place the size of a palm, and has to work to earn money. How can she have the energy to take care of two little babies?
He frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of what she wanted to talk about. The big boss was not used to replying to messages on WeChat, so he simply dialed the phone.
Mu Wanqing felt uneasy after sending a WeChat message. Her phone suddenly rang, startling her and she quickly put down her chopsticks and picked up her phone.
He called...
Her heart suddenly rose to her throat. She hesitated for two seconds before summoning the courage to answer the call: "Hello..."
"What do you want to talk about?" Wen Zhan got straight to the point and was unambiguous.
Mu Wanqing heard that he was walking and asked politely: "Will it disturb your work? If you are busy, we can go back later -"
"Open the door." The man interrupted her and dropped two words neatly.
"What?" Mu Wanqing was startled, and instinctively turned her head to look at the door, her tongue stammering, "You...you're here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
Mu Wanqing stood up suddenly, looked at the door, and then looked back at Yu Qiao.
Yu Qiao had just finished his lunch and was about to relax on the sofa for a while. When he saw this, he was curious and asked: "What's wrong? Who is here?"
Mu Wanqing couldn't answer because his urging voice came from the phone: "Hurry up and open the door."
Yu Qiao looked at her face and understood immediately, and sat up from the sofa again, "Open the door! People are already at the door, can you still hide?"
In a dilemma, Mu Wanqing could only go over and open the door. At the same time, she felt regretful - she had known better than to contact him.
Opening the door, sure enough, Wen Zhan stood tall and sternly at the door, putting down his cell phone and hanging up the call.
Mu Wanqing was confused.
It had only been five or six minutes since she sent the WeChat message. Could he be magically transformed?
Or... someone else has been downstairs?
But he was such a big shot, with tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of funds flowing in and out every minute, yet he would actually waste time waiting for her downstairs.
Wen Zhan saw her looking at him stupidly, with a rather cute look, and couldn't help but laugh: "Why, we just met in the court yesterday, and we don't know each other today?"
When the voice died, he entered uninvited and squeezed into the room from the woman's side.
As a result, as soon as I walked through the entrance hall, I saw Yu Qiao standing in the hall inside.
The two have met, but they haven't spoken much.
Wen Zhan investigated a while ago and had already figured out Yu Qiao's identity, and also knew that she was now Mu Wanqing's boss and partner, so after their eyes briefly met, he politely and elegantly said: "Miss Yu, can you please withdraw? "
Yu Qiao was stunned for a moment, and was surprised when he saw that the other party recognized him.
But I soon realized that I must have known all the eight generations of my ancestors.
Yu Qiao can be considered a second-generation rich man, but he is not on the same level as the rich and powerful of the Wen family.
Even if a young man from an aristocratic family like Wen Zhan communicates with others in a pleasant manner, he will still reveal a sense of superiority between the lines, which makes people unable to help but admire him.
"Oh, okay... I just have something to do, so I won't disturb you." Yu Qiao was very sensible. He knew that Mu Wanqing would be at a loss when facing this man alone, but he still "abandoned" her without hesitation. .
After all, you can't mess with the powerful, otherwise her small career that has just started to improve will be wiped out in minutes.
Mu Wanqing stood a few steps away from Wen Zhan. When Yu Qiao left, she tried in vain to hold her, but Yu Qiao stretched out his hand to push her away. He leaned closer and whispered: "Let's talk, try our best."
"..."
Yu Qiao left quickly, and suddenly only two adult men and women were left confronting each other in the small world.
Oh, and there are two babies sleeping soundly in the attic.
Wen Zhan walked to the sofa and sat down. He looked at the set meal on the table and raised his eyebrows: "Is this what you eat?"
"Hmm..." After hearing his words, Mu Wanqing turned around like an electric shock and nodded.
She thought this man was going to complain about her eating rubbish and lack of nutrition, but she didn't know that he didn't say anything this time. Instead, after getting a positive answer, he directly picked up the chopsticks she had just used - and started eating!
Mu Wanqing was shocked! His eyes suddenly widened and his jaw almost dropped!
"Hey! That's what I've eaten!" After being shocked, she instinctively stretched out her hand as if to stop him.
Wen Zhan said without raising his head, "I know." Then he continued eating.
this……
Mu Wanqing stood on the spot, looking at his ambiguous and intimate, even cheap and unhygienic behavior, her whole mind was completely messed up.
What does this mean?
He hasn't had lunch yet?
Are you here just to compete with her for stuttering?
So where has he been for the past half day?
Could it be possible that Cheng was just waiting downstairs?
If I didn't contact him, wouldn't he plan to eat?
A series of question marks circled in her mind, and she suddenly understood how this man's pampered life could cause a stomach problem - it was his own doing.
"What are you standing for? Have you finished eating? If you haven't finished, come over and eat together." Wen Zhan used her chopsticks and her bowl to eat her meal gracefully and calmly.
After thinking about it, Mu Wanqing was speechless!
At the same time, I am at a loss for such a man.
The two of them usually bickered and made sarcastic remarks, but she dealt with it easily. But he suddenly went out of his normal way and did many things that were completely inconsistent with his noble status - and her brain shut down.
Slowly walking over, she looked at the lunch that was almost eaten by the man, wondering where her share was.
She had to feed the children today, so she had to eat more. With this thought, she simply turned and walked towards the small kitchen, "Well... you eat first, and I'll make some more."
