After she asked this question, her eyes turned to the telescope on the balcony.
Wen Zhan's face became even more embarrassed. He didn't look back. He lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose uncomfortably. "If I said that I use that to look at the stars and the moon, you wouldn't believe it, would you?"
Mu Wanqing laughed angrily, with a bright smile that confused people's eyes, "We are just a couple, but I didn't know you were interested in astronomy."
Wen Zhan couldn't help but said, "Um...actually I haven't lived here a few times, so I didn't spy on anything."
"Peeping, you are quite self-aware of your actions." Mu Wanqing sneered, staring at his handsome and deep eyebrows, still feeling incredible, "You are the third young master of the Wen family, the CEO of Wenyuan Group, so A reputable person actually did such a perverted thing, wouldn't you be afraid of being laughed at if word spread about it?"
Wen Zhan: "..."
"Third Young Master, what are you thinking? I am just a cousin, am I worthy of your caring about me so much? Even if Lu Kejun goes abroad, you can have countless better choices."
When Mu Wanqing was lying on the sofa to rest, she didn't fall asleep at first. She stared at the telescope on the balcony for a long time, but she just couldn't figure it out.
With his unusual behavior, people who don't know would really think that he loves her to the point of going crazy.
Of course, it could also be that he really has a mental problem.
I have long heard that rich men have somewhat perverted psychology and are fond of some bad quirks.
Wen Zhan saw that she had a stern look on her face and was distancing herself from him with her words. The sarcastic look on his face was gradually replaced by seriousness.
"You can't see what I'm thinking in my heart? Men like to conquer. The more difficult it is, the more it arouses the desire to conquer. I just want to see if your heart can be warmed."
Mu Wanqing frowned, "What if it's too hot? Will it lose its freshness and be discarded again?"
Wen Zhan curled his lips evilly and glanced at her lightly, "You have to cover up the heat before you know the next step."
"..." Mu Wanqing remained silent this time.
Twilight is closing in, and the time is getting late.
Wen Zhan stood up, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and said domineeringly: "Pack up, come with me, it's not safe to live here."
Mu Wanqing looked troubled.
She really didn't want to spend time with Wen Zhan.
Seeing the struggle in her heart, Wen Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Now not only the good netizens are looking for you, but also Ms. Yang has sent many people to look for you. I guess her people are in the community. Take a stroll - if you are ready to meet her, then whatever you want."
These words hit Mu Wanqing's pain point accurately.
She didn't want to see that woman at all.
Yu Qiao talked to her in the afternoon and asked her to record a video to respond to this question, but she was still hesitating.
She didn't want that woman to get any information about her at all. She was extremely resistant, so how could she want to meet her.
Helpless, she had to get up.
Wen Zhan helped her pack her computer, picked up her bag and coat, and pointed her chin toward the door: "Let's go."
Just as Mu Wanqing was about to take a step, the man reminded again: "Hold the flowers."
Mu Wanqing looked back at the bouquet of flowers.
Although she is not a romantic person, she has to admit that the bouquet of flowers is very high-end and elegant. The champagne roses are so beautiful and delicate that they really should not be abandoned.
So, he turned around and went back to hug him.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhan's expression softened slightly - this time the flowers were given away.
The two of them went downstairs together and met a couple in the elevator.
From the moment the girl saw Wen Zhan, she stared at him intently, forgetting about her boyfriend beside her.
Mu Wanqing was worried about being recognized, so she could only lower her head and bury her face in the flowers until the elevator arrived and the car door opened.
Wen Zhan freed up his hand and pulled her out.
When the two of them were about to go out, they heard the young couple arguing behind them.
The boy was blaming his girlfriend for staring at other men and being crazy about other men. The girl explained: "I just think that guy seems to be someone released on the Internet... that is the super rich second generation, from the Wen family..."
Mu Wanqing was so frightened that her heartbeat stopped, fearing that the other party would catch up and shoot them.
Fortunately, Wen Zhan's car parked not far away. The man was tall and had long legs. He pulled her and quickly got into the car.
After the Maybach drove away, Mu Wanqing looked at the couple standing on the roadside in the rearview mirror and breathed a sigh of relief: "Look, I just said we should keep our distance during this period. There is really no need to drag you into this." .”
Wen Zhan drove the car and responded lukewarmly: "From the day we got married, it has been impossible to keep a distance."
Internet violence has never been rational.
Even if they are divorced, even if they are no longer in contact with each other, they can't stop the trolls from eating human blood steamed buns.
They just fear that the world will not be in chaos.
Mu Wanqing didn't answer. She was slightly touched in her heart but didn't want to show it, so she stared at her phone and watched short videos.
Big Data understands her very well, and the several messages pushed in succession are all related to her.
As a self-media person, black and red are actually a type of red.
She thought mockingly to herself. She worked hard to make short videos, but hit the wall repeatedly. She was neither popular nor popular. Unexpectedly, she was scolded for her personal affairs and made her rich.
If she starts a live broadcast to sell goods now, she should be able to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.
When Wen Zhan saw that she remained silent and stared at the phone with a serious expression, he comforted her coldly: "Don't pay attention to those words on the Internet. I've already let people deal with it."
Mu Wanqing did not respond. She turned to look at him and said, "Don't go to Yujingwan. I'm worried that it has been guarded there for a long time and the children cannot be exposed."
It's no secret that Wen Zhan lives in Yujingwan, and it's too risky to go back there.
The man asked: "How about going to Yipinju?"
"Yeah, that's fine too."
Yipinju is a large flat-floor, high-end community in the city center. Security is relatively strict in all aspects, and it is not easy for outsiders to enter.
Mu Wanqing may not be afraid of human flesh from netizens, but she is afraid of being found by Yang Cuizhu.
It was the evening rush hour and the road was very congested.
Wen Zhan concentrated on driving, and Mu Wanqing didn't say anything.
The bouquet in her arms exuded bursts of refreshing fragrance. Mu Wanqing stared at the beautiful flowers in a daze, and suddenly remembered the flower language Wen Zhan just said in her mind.
Out of nowhere, she picked up her phone and opened the search engine.
When she saw that the flower language of champagne roses was so affectionate and sensational, Mu Wanqing's eyes froze.
【I only love you. 】
how can that be possible?
He has loved Lu Kejun for so many years and has been waiting for her with all his heart and no regrets.
Now he says he only loves her?
But even though she knew the words were false, she still couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in her heart, and her chest felt hot.
Wen Zhan saw that she was silent all the way and the car was uncomfortably quiet. After finally stopping at a red light, Wen Zhan turned to look at her.
"Are you still angry?" He took the initiative to explain about the telescope, "I didn't buy that small house to spy on you, nor did I have any perverted hobbies. I was just worried that you had never lived alone outside, and I was afraid of meeting you. Any trouble or danger."
