Wen Zhan, who was still at the company, hung up the phone. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Then he simply called Lu Kejun.
The call was received almost instantly, and Lu Kejun's excited and joyful voice came instantly: "Third brother! You finally took the initiative to find me."
But Wen Zhan reprimanded her: "Kejun, don't go to Mu Wanqing again, otherwise the last friendship between us will be gone, and we won't even be friends."
Lu Kejun was on his way home. The joy on his face suddenly froze, and he murmured sadly: "Third brother... you took the initiative to make this call because of her..."
Hearing her tone, Wen Zhan softened a little. His voice softened, but his attitude remained unchanged: "Kejun, we have missed each other a long time ago, and there is no possibility of it anymore. Don't be stubborn anymore. Xinchen realized that he I'm willing to start over with you, but you'd better think about it carefully and don't end up losing everything and regretting it."
"Oh, he realizes his mistake? He just sees me as pitiful and gives charity. I don't need his pity. Even if I end up alone and die alone, I don't need his pity."
After saying this, Lu Keyun hung up the call angrily and clutched the phone tightly.
Tears fell like broken beads, and my heart ached as if I was being whipped with a whip.
She really regretted it, but not for Gu Xinchen, but for her persistence and arrogance in her youth - she thought that Wen Zhan loved her deeply and would not lose this love even if he did not respond, and she chose the one she liked. Gu Xinchen got married so that he could enjoy the respect and care of two men at the same time.
But she never expected that the final outcome would be for both men to leave her.
She had played this good hand to pieces, and now that the God of Destiny had left her, it was useless for her to cry and fight.
Maybe... it's time to leave.
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After Wen Zhan hung up the phone angrily that day, he didn't contact her again for several days.
He didn't call, and Mu Wanqing wished it was quiet.
Anyway, if you want to see the child, just contact Aunt Zhou directly.
This "cold war" lasted until the Lantern Festival.
On the morning of the Lantern Festival, Wen Zhan, who had disappeared for a few days, took the initiative to call again.
"It's the festival today, what are your plans?"
Mu Wanqing worked overtime with Yu Qiao last night to write creative plans and didn't go to bed until one o'clock in the morning. She was still sleepy at this moment. She was stunned when she heard this, and asked vaguely under the quilt: "Who do you have a problem with..."
"..." Wen Zhan was speechless, paused and asked, "You haven't gotten up yet?"
"without……"
"...Then you go to sleep first and we'll talk about it later when you wake up."
She still responded vaguely, dropped her phone on her pillow, and instantly fell asleep again.
Originally, Wen Zhan hadn't contacted her for several days and was still sulking about what happened that day.
But then I suddenly realized that if he was angry and didn't call, it would have no impact at all on that heartless woman.
She even wished she could hide in peace!
Thinking of this, Mr. Wen became even more depressed.
Today she finally found an excuse and took the initiative to call, but she was still sleeping in a daze.
He had been holding back his words for several days and had no chance to say it. He was unwilling to hang up just like that, so he changed his mind and simply put the phone on his desk, and just kept talking and listening quietly. Her breathing was even and smooth.
Secretary Li came in to report on his work. Just as he was about to speak, Wen Zhan hurriedly made a "silence" gesture.
"Give me the itinerary and I'll look at it myself." He stretched out his hand and motioned to his secretary to hand over the itinerary.
Secretary Li was puzzled. When he stepped forward to hand over the notebook, he saw that the boss's personal mobile phone was in call mode, and the note on the screen was "Child's mother".
I understood instantly.
Passing the notebook over, Secretary Li suppressed a smile and reminded softly: "Mr. Wen, it's not appropriate to call the child his mother."
Wen Zhan didn't expect his subordinate to suddenly say such a sentence, and his face suddenly became a little embarrassed. He moved a file to cover the phone without leaving a trace, but after pondering for a moment, he asked: "What should I call it?"
Secretary Li said with a serious face: "Generally, couples use 'sweetheart', 'honey', 'wife' or some other nicknames that are only understood between the two of them. They are called from a child's perspective and alienate the two of them." relation."
Wen Zhan didn't respond. After reading the itinerary, he handed her the notebook and waved his hand to indicate that she could leave.
Secretary Li raised his eyebrows slightly and turned around with a meaningful smile.
Wen Zhan was silent for a few seconds, moved the file away, picked up the phone that was still on a call, and looked at the notes on the screen.
He hadn't saved this number before and didn't think it was necessary.
He has a good memory and can remember it after dialing a few times. When he needs to contact someone, he can either dial the number or find it in the call history.
Later, after the relationship between the two changed, he made a note, including his first and last name - Mu Wanqing.
Later, after the divorce, he felt filled with hatred and deleted the number again.
But for the sake of their children, they still had to keep in touch with each other. On a whim, he made a note of "child's mother" - to remind himself that she was just the child's mother and stop trying to make others look down on her.
But in fact, only he himself knows whether this warning is of any use.
Now that the relationship between the two has found a subtle balance, it is still stable for the time being. He thought about Secretary Li's suggestion and felt that this title was not appropriate.
Sweetheart and darling are too boring and not suitable for his character and temper.
Wife? She is not a wife now. Note that if someone sees this, no matter how thick-skinned it is, it will not be shameful enough.
Even as he was wandering around in various ways while holding his cell phone, he could still hear the even and smooth breathing over there through the phone, like a sleeping piglet.
A smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he thought of a very appropriate title.
"Little white-eyed pig."
As he typed these four words, the smile on the man's lips became increasingly uncontrollable.
In fact, the little white-eyed wolf is more suitable for her, but using "wolf" to describe such a beautiful and beautiful woman is inappropriate.
Her sleeping voice sounded very much like a little piglet, so she called her "white-eyed pig" - the perfect combination of the two.
After changing the remark of her phone number, he also entered WeChat and changed her WeChat remark.
After both sides finished making changes, the man smiled and couldn't help but murmured: "You little white-eyed pig, you don't know what is good and what is good..."
The woman on the other side of the phone fell asleep again. Listening to the distant and ethereal voice in her ears, she thought she was dreaming.
In the dream, that bastard was still scolding her.
Ah! What kind of good bird is he himself? You still have the nerve to scold her!
Mu Wanqing slept until after nine o'clock.
Wen Zhan was going to a meeting and was debating whether to bring his personal mobile phone that was still on the phone. Suddenly Han Feng came in to remind him, and the sound of his voice woke him up.
Mu Wanqing opened her eyes, but before her mind was clear, she heard human voices in her ears.
After taking a closer look, I saw that the phone on the pillow was still in call mode, showing that the call duration had been one and a half hours!
She was stunned and woke up instantly.
"Wen Zhan! When did you call?" She picked up the phone and asked in surprise and confusion.
