Mu Wanqing has indeed never lived alone outside.
When she married Wen Zhan, she had just graduated from college. She went directly from campus to Wen Zhan's house and lived in a single-family villa worth hundreds of millions.
There are bodyguards, servants, and housekeepers at home. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all arranged by dedicated personnel every day.
Now suddenly moving out of a palace-like mansion and living alone is really uneasy.
Mu Wanqing ignored his explanation and was silent for two or three seconds. Then she suddenly looked back at the man's superior and resolute profile, "Do you still love Lu Kejun?"
Wen Zhan's face changed slightly, and he turned back to look at her, his brows furrowed, deeply puzzled.
Someone honked the horn behind the car. He came to his senses and drove immediately. After passing the intersection, he asked the woman in a deep voice: "What do you mean? Why did you think of asking this?"
In fact, Mu Wanqing didn't suddenly think of it, but she had been thinking about this issue since Wen Zhan was "obsessed" about her.
He had loved Lu Kejun for so many years, how could he suddenly cut it off like a sharp knife cutting through a tangled knot, with no remaining emotion left in his heart?
Thinking about the Champagne Rose Language I just watched, this question came to mind again.
I only love you.
If this is what he is saying, where does that leave Lu Kejun?
"I'm just curious. I want to know how long your love for your first love can last." Mu Wanqing replied.
Wen Zhan smiled bitterly, "How long can my love for you last?"
"Do you love me?" She reacted very quickly and looked at the man and asked.
Wen Zhan's side face hardened, as if he was unhappy again because of her questioning, but he soon calmed down and replied: "That depends on your definition of love."
The extreme pulling started again.
Mu Wanqing looked away, "That means you don't love her, so you should still be thinking about Miss Lu."
Wen Zhan raised his breath slightly, his face and tone turned cold at the same time: "If you think so, I have nothing to say."
The atmosphere in the car condensed, no one spoke anymore, and the air of complete silence lasted until the luxury car drove into the gate of a high-end luxury community.
When we walked in, it was completely dark.
Wen Zhan called Aunt Zhou to bring dinner and pack some Mu Wanqing's clothes.
It looks like I will be living here in a short time.
In the evening, after Mu Wanqing finished chatting with Yu Qiao about work, she sat in the living room and stared at the computer, feeling extremely confused.
The studio now has no photographer, and without her as the main protagonist, only Yu Qiao, Ye Huan and Jingjing are left.
Ye Huan, on the other hand, was troubled by his ex-mother-in-law because of Chen Haoyang's imprisonment, and his work status was also very poor.
Although Yu Qiao didn't complain in her words, Mu Wanqing could hear her worries now, fearing that the studio wouldn't be able to survive.
Wen Zhan was probably still unhappy because of what he said on the road, so he ignored her and went into the house to take a shower after making a phone call.
He was used to taking a shower and changing into comfortable home clothes after returning home, and then doing other things.
Aunt Zhou brought dinner and Mu Wanqing's clothes.
Seeing a large bouquet of flowers placed on the bar, Aunt Zhou smiled happily: "Ah, Third Young Master has finally come to his senses. These flowers are so beautiful! But not as beautiful as our wife!"
Mu Wanqing was embarrassed by the praise, so she and Aunt Zhou took out the lunch boxes and set them up, and asked by the way: "How are the children these days? Are they crying?"
"Fortunately, every time I miss you, I send a video chat and say that mom is busy at work. They seem to understand and stop making trouble immediately." Aunt Zhou didn't want her to worry, so she naturally didn't announce the good news. Report worries.
In fact, the children got along better with their mother in the past few days, but after being separated these past few days, they have become difficult to take care of, and they cry all the time at night.
Wen Zhan got up in the middle of the night to comfort the child several nights in a row, but still told Aunt Zhou not to tell her.
From the perspective of others, Aunt Zhou is happy to see her master change, and she firmly believes that this change will eventually lead to her regaining her wife and reuniting her.
Mu Wanqing felt very guilty after listening to Aunt Zhou's words.
She was already a very unfit mother if she divorced her children when they were so ignorant.
Now, due to various reasons, she will not be able to see her two little treasures for a while, and why doesn't she miss them in her heart.
"Okay, the food must be eaten while it's hot. Madam, hurry up and hurry up the third young master." Aunt Zhou packed up the incubator and reminded with a smile.
"Hmm..." Mu Wanqing responded. Just as he was hesitating whether to call someone, he caught a glimpse of the tall and straight figure stepping forward slowly.
Wen Zhan felt refreshed after taking a shower. When people came over, the air was filled with the refreshing and pleasant fragrance of shower gel - the same smell as the toiletries in Yujingyuan Villa.
The familiar scent awakened long-lost memories. Mu Wanqing felt embarrassed and didn't even dare to raise her eyes to look at him openly.
Aunt Zhou could tell that something was wrong in the atmosphere between the two of them, but thinking about the recent events on the Internet, she thought they were worried and anxious, so she didn't think much about it and just said, "Third Young Master, please eat the food while it's hot. I have to go back and take care of you." children."
"Well, tell me if anything happens." Wen Zhan nodded.
"good."
Aunt Zhou turned and left. Mu Wanqing looked at the man and saw that he had handsome features and a cold expression. He had a cold and distant air from head to toe, and his heart was agitated.
Since her divorce, she hasn't felt this humble and fearful when facing Wen Zhan for a long time.
"Well... let's eat. The food will be cold in a while." After pretending to be calm and generous, she uttered the sentence in a voice like a gnat, and sat down silently.
Wen Zhan still put on the flower of the high mountain stand and opened the main seat of the dining table.
The two of them ate without saying a word.
Mu Wanqing's cell phone kept ringing.
Not many people know the number of this backup mobile phone, and the intermittently ringing notifications belong to the WeChat work group.
Yu Qiao issued a new recruitment notice to recruit two photographers or photography assistants.
After the news was released, many people submitted their resumes, but after Yu Qiao screened them, they called them for an interview, but they were rejected.
The reason is that as soon as they heard that the studio was in a storm of public opinion, they were afraid to avoid it.
So Yu Qiao has a headache now. After work, she still chats about work in the group, asking everyone to think of ways to check whether there are friends in their circle who are familiar with related work.
Mu Wanqing fiddled with her phone while eating, replying intermittently.
Wen Zhan glanced at her coldly at first, obviously holding back, but later when he saw her simply putting down his chopsticks and concentrating on chatting with her cell phone, his temper could no longer be suppressed.
"Can you please stop playing with your phone while eating?" He suddenly said coldly, making Mu Wanqing's hands shake in fright.
After calming down and looking at the man, she replied not to be outdone: "I'm not playing with my phone, I'm doing work!"
"Then we'll deal with it after dinner."
Mu Wanqing stared at him, getting more and more annoyed!
Originally, Mark was almost getting along here, but he used despicable means to get people away.
Before we even had time to recruit new photographers, there was such a serious public controversy that now we can’t even recruit a photographer!
