Wen Zhan was very surprised, "Did you do this?"
Looking at the packaging box, it looks like it was delivered as an order.
The room is small, even if the two people are not in the same space, it does not affect communication at a normal volume.
Mu Wanqing opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients and was about to prepare a bowl of noodles for herself. At the same time, she replied: "The ones you are eating were ordered by Yu Qiao. I played with the children in the morning and didn't have time to make them."
Speaking of the children, Wen Zhan asked: "Are they sleeping?"
"Yeah, in the attic."
"They will turn over. Did you use something to block them?"
"That bed... is on the ground and won't fall."
Because the space in the apartment is limited, the furnishings in the attic are very simple, and the mattresses are laid directly on the floor.
Wen Zhan understood it as soon as he heard it.
Many lofts have this kind of decoration layout.
It had been a while since Mu Wanqing moved out, and she had gradually mastered cooking. She quickly cooked a bowl of vegetable and egg noodles.
The room was small and there were few tables. When she came out with the bowl, she could only place it on the small coffee table in front of the sofa, opposite Wen Zhan.
Wen Zhan had already finished eating. When he looked up and saw the "extra meal" she brought out, he looked slightly surprised and said, "I didn't expect you could cook."
"I am a child from a poor family. It's not unusual to know how to cook." She replied calmly, dragged a low stool over and sat across from the man.
Mu Wanqing was worried that the children would wake up soon and she would not have time to eat, so she stopped talking nonsense with him and ate the noodles with her head down.
Wen Zhan saw her eating quietly and attentively, and an unbearable itching feeling came to his heart.
Having put down his chopsticks, he picked them up again and reached out to pick out a handful of noodles and vegetables from the woman's bowl.
Mu Wanqing was startled again, raised her face, her almond-shaped eyes widened, "You... haven't eaten enough yet?"
"No." The man replied. After feeding the noodles into his mouth, he continued, "We are a married couple. I have never tasted your craftsmanship. I am curious."
"..." Mu Wanqing was stunned.
After chewing it, he commented seriously: "It's not bad. It would be better if the noodles were cooked for a little longer."
"..." Mu Wanqing didn't know how to answer the question, but she looked speechless anyway.
After Wen Zhan was disgusted, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up a second time, "It would be great if we don't get divorced. I can always have good food."
Hearing this, Mu Wanqing suddenly felt an impulse in her heart, and continued: "I cooked longevity noodles for you on your birthday before, but in the two years we have been together, you were not at home for both birthdays."
At that time, she knew that she was not qualified to celebrate his birthday with him.
The person who accompanied him at that time, without even thinking about it, knew that it was Lu Kejun.
Wen Zhan suddenly froze while eating noodles, raised his head, and his deep, dark eyes overflowed with surprise and regret.
The atmosphere suddenly became deadlocked, and he had nothing to say, because no explanation was in vain in the face of the facts.
He couldn't remember how many years ago, he spent his birthdays with Lu Kejun, Gu Xinchen, and sometimes other friends.
This habit persisted so much that even after marriage, he never thought about changing it.
Probably because I really didn't love her at that time, so I subconsciously didn't care at all and ignored it completely.
"I'm sorry..." After the silence, Wen Zhan didn't know what else to say besides apologizing.
Mu Wanqing, on the other hand, felt calm and calm.
She smiled faintly, lowered her head and continued eating noodles: "There's nothing to be sorry for, it's all over."
It's precisely because it's all over and he can't change or make up for it, so he feels even more sorry and feels like an asshole.
When the bowl of noodles was almost finished, Mu Wanqing saw that he was still silent, knowing that the regret in his heart must be true, so she pretended to be generous and smiled, "If you really feel sorry for me, just sign for divorce. This is the best compensation for me."
Wen Zhan sat up, with a look on his handsome and charming face, and looked at the smile at the corner of her mouth: "You came to me to talk about this?"
After finishing the meal, Mu Wanqing put down her chopsticks and took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, "No, the divorce is finalized and will not change again. I came to you to talk about whether we can raise the children together? After the divorce, as long as I am free, , you can visit them anytime and anywhere, you don’t have to follow the agreed time?”
Wen Zhan leaned back, close to the sofa, and his relaxed and casual sitting posture carried an offensive and aggressive attitude, which made Mu Wanqing instantly nervous.
Staring at the woman with heavy eyes for a while, the man frowned slightly and said, "Why did you suddenly change your mind? Are you going to fight me for custody in a while?"
In fact, Wen Zhan wanted her to have more contact with the child, so that she would inevitably have to contact him.
But he couldn't agree so readily, he had to at least talk about the conditions.
Sure enough, when Mu Wanqing heard what he said, she felt even more panicked, and quickly explained: "I don't want to fight for custody, and I can't fight with you. I just want to spend more time with them. Childhood is only once, if you miss it, it will be forever Not anymore.”
"You really think so?"
"certainly!"
The man curled his lips and smiled, his expression relaxed a little, "I thought you made some money, so you wanted to hit the stone with an egg."
"..." Mu Wanqing looked embarrassed and pursed her lips.
She did make some money, but it hadn't gone to her head yet.
Seeing that Wen Zhan didn't speak, Mu Wanqing felt unsure. After being silent for a while, she summoned up the courage to ask, "Do you think it's okay?"
Wen Zhan's eyebrows tightened, and his deep and three-dimensional facial features were slightly serious and cold, as if he was embarrassed.
Seeing this, Mu Wanqing almost had the answer in her heart, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with a bit of disappointment.
"It's not impossible, it's just that you have to agree to my three requests." Suddenly, the man who had been silent for a long time spoke calmly.
Mu Wanqing suddenly raised her eyes, the disappointment in her eyes faded away, she looked at him and frowned hesitantly, "...Three requests?"
Sounds like a lot.
But in order to spend more time with the children, she was willing to give it a try.
"You... tell me."
Wen Zhan had laid so much groundwork just for this moment.
He is a businessman, and a businessman must weigh the pros and cons of anything he does to see if he can benefit from it.
"The first request is that you move out of here." Wen Zhan looked around and said with great dissatisfaction, "This place is too small and there are too many things. If you want to pick up the children to play here often, it is too unsafe. "
Mu Wanqing thought he was going to make a difficult request, but she didn't know it was this.
She agreed without much hesitation: "Yes, I will find a house and move out as soon as possible."
In fact, after the studio hired Mark, she also realized that living here was inconvenient.
In fact, Wen Zhan made this request because he knew that the two women had hired a male photographer as their assistant.
She has no idea what she looks like? Even if he works with a man, he still sleeps here. Who knows what dirty things that young man is thinking in his heart!
"The second requirement is that you sign to confirm the inheritance left to you by grandpa. In this way, you can buy a house of your own."
The purpose of Wen Zhan's request was that if she had money, she would no longer have to accept publicity advertisements. She could hire people to do many things, and she would be responsible for the behind-the-scenes planning and arrangements.
