Wen Zhan stood there, his face gloomy, and his whole body was filled with dissatisfaction and anger.
Zhou Yiru's previous ugly words were nothing to him, but his sentence "She won't belong to you, she is his own" - hit his sensitive point accurately.
Isn’t that woman a mistress who is so cruel that it makes people grit their teeth?
She could obviously rely on him for the rest of her life to be glamorous and noble, but she still had to go out on her own to prove that "she is herself"?
What a defeat!
On the other side, Zhou Yiru, who left Wenyuan Group, asked his assistant to go back to the company first. He drove directly to Yuehai City, which is the current office building of "Yu Shuo Huan Xiu" studio.
Yu Qiao was surprised when she saw him: "Boss Zhou? Why did you come here without saying hello? What are your instructions?"
Zhou Yiru smiled: "You are now backed by a big company, how dare I give you any instructions."
"Boss Zhou, please don't say that, you will always be our benefactor!" Yu Qiao responded with a smile. Without asking, she knew that he must be here to see Mu Wanqing, so she pointed in the direction of Mu Wanqing's office, " Xiaoqing is here, busy writing the script."
"Well, I want to talk to her about something."
Zhou Yiru walked straight to Mu Wanqing's office and knocked on the door.
Like Yu Qiao, Mu Wanqing was also surprised to see Zhou Yiru's sudden visit. She quickly stood up to greet him: "Brother Zhou, is there something you can't talk about over the phone? Why did you come all the way here?"
She pulled out the chair and asked Zhou Yiru to sit down, but he waved his hand and refused, "It's noon, you haven't eaten yet, right? Let's go have a meal together."
Mu Wanqing hesitated for a moment, her expression a little curious and cautious: "What...what's going on? Do you have something to say?"
Zhou Yiru still looked that gentle and elegant, "It's nothing, I just passed by here and came up to see you. It happens to be lunch time again."
Mu Wanqing definitely didn't believe that he was not pretending.
Everyone is here, and she can't refuse anymore, so she can only nod and agree: "Okay. I'll treat you. I've always owed you a meal."
"Okay." Zhou Yiru was also happy, knowing that she now has a successful career, is not short of money, and doesn't care who invites whom.
The two left the company together and drove to an idyllic Chinese restaurant not far away.
As winter turned to spring and the temperature gradually rose, they chose a location facing the bright sun.
Not long after Mu Wanqing sat down, she felt hot.
But thinking of the ambiguous marks on her neck, she didn't dare to take off her coat, or even untie the silk scarf around her neck.
Zhou Yiru brewed tea elegantly and calmly, glanced at her without leaving any trace, and said warmly: "It's a bit hot. Your coat must be thicker."
"Ah? It's okay... I'm afraid of the cold, and it's windy outside." Mu Wanqing finished speaking with a smile, took the freshly brewed hot tea, and took a sip.
For some reason, she vaguely sensed that Zhou Yiru's sudden arrival had something to do with Wen Zhan...
Something happened between her and Wen Zhan last night, and today he came - even though they had no affiliation, this situation still made her feel inexplicably guilty.
After all, Zhou Yiru had been trying every means to help her get rid of Wen Zhan's "devil's clutches" and finally got divorced. It seemed that she had won, but now she was hanging out with Wen Zhan.
She also knew that this would make people feel angry and angry.
Zhou Yiru handed over the menu. She ordered two dishes at random and handed them over again.
As soon as there was silence, the atmosphere between the two became subtle, until Mu Wanqing's cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence.
Looking at the caller ID on the screen, Mu Wanqing hung up immediately without any hesitation.
Wen Zhan called.
That bastard, he committed evil all night last night, why are you calling him now?
After being hung up on, Wen Zhan didn't give up and called again immediately. Mu Wanqing was so embarrassed that she had to pick up the phone: "Brother Zhou, you order the food first, and I'll answer the phone."
"good."
Zhou Yiru nodded gently, but the moment she turned around and walked away, disappointment, pain and anger overflowed from her eyes.
He knew that the call was most likely from Wen Zhan.
Mu Wanqing didn't want to pick it up, but she had to. Even after they were divorced, they were still entangled and extremely ambiguous.
"What are you doing!" After answering the phone, Mu Wanqing began to scold impatiently.
Wen Zhan was puzzled, "Did you take gunpowder?"
"Yes! So don't mess with me. I'm busy. Don't call me if you have nothing to do!" After saying that, she hung up without waiting for a response.
Wen Zhan was sitting in the office, originally thinking of asking her what she had for lunch and what her plans were for the evening - but she didn't even give him a chance to talk.
Depression and unhappiness escalate.
Here, Mu Wanqing returned to the dining table, her expression returned to normal.
Zhou Yiru also ordered the food, and when she came back, he helped refill her tea cup.
"Thanks."
The man smiled and told her not to be polite, and then mentioned it unintentionally: "I went to Wenyuan Group this morning to discuss a project with Wen Zhan."
Mu Wanqing had just picked up the hot tea when her hand suddenly shook and the tea spilled out.
She didn't expect that these two people, who regarded each other as enemies, could continue to work together on projects.
This mind and structure are really admirable.
In this case, Mu Wanqing finally understood the reason why Zhou Yiru came to her for dinner, and he also guessed with high probability that he realized who made the call just now.
His face became even more embarrassed, and he felt a burning sense of embarrassment, as if he was lying and someone saw it through, but he didn't reveal it to save face.
This kind of embarrassment is even more embarrassing than telling the truth.
Zhou Yiru looked at her reaction, and what he originally wanted to say was swirling in his heart. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't hold it back and asked: "Is he... making things difficult for you again?"
Mu Wanqing smiled coquettishly: "No...we only contacted each other because of our two children."
"Really? But he told me that yesterday you..." Zhou Yiru hesitated, his gentle and clear face showing an indescribable complexity and depth.
Mu Wanqing's mind buzzed and she suddenly froze.
That bastard Wen Zhan!
What did he say to Brother Zhou?
Do you have the nerve to show off what you did last night?
Does he understand what etiquette, justice and integrity are?
"Brother Zhou, I...he and I—" Mu Wanqing's feelings at this time were no longer as simple as embarrassment and embarrassment. She felt as if someone had stripped her naked and dragged her through the streets, and she wanted to die.
And the source of all this pain is that bastard!
"I know, you must have been forced by him." Zhou Yiru saw that she was at a loss, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were so excited that she was about to shed tears. He quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, I don't miss you much, I just feel that I am very sad." Powerless, seeing you divorced, but still unable to get rid of his shadow, but I can't..."
Mu Wanqing waved her hands to interrupt: "No, no, Brother Zhou, this has nothing to do with you. You have helped me a lot. It's because I failed to live up to my expectations and didn't have the determination to completely break off from him. I'm not a good woman, and I hate... …”
