The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she looked at the man to express her anger: "You still have the nerve to get angry? It's not you who caused the trouble! Mark is gone, and there is no photographer in the studio; I can't go to work, and the short video has no protagonist. If this continues, the studio will It’s not far from closing!”
And more importantly, if it simply goes bankrupt, it will just mean returning to zero and starting all over again.
But the problem is that the studio has a contract with Xinghai Media. If they invest a large sum of money in real money, they must give corresponding returns - if the studio goes bankrupt, they will still owe Xinghai five million.
The total net worth of her and Yu Qiao is not enough.
We can't let her and Yu Qiao sell the house!
She took a step back and said that she could sell it. Anyway, she could live anywhere alone.
But Yu Qiao is single with her daughter. Once she loses her place to live, life will be even more difficult.
Mu Wanqing felt very guilty, feeling that she had caused Yu Qiao to be harmed.
Wen Zhan saw that she was very excited and angry, and his chest kept rising and falling. His previous dissatisfaction and shortness of breath suddenly disappeared inexplicably.
"Isn't he just a photographer? As I said before, I will help you find a more professional and qualified one." His face and tone softened a lot, and he promised quickly and neatly.
"You're looking for it! Do you want to wait until the studio is closed before looking for it?" Mu Wanqing continued to be angry.
"Okay, look for it! I'll call now!" Wen Zhan put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone and thought about who to call, then stood up and left the restaurant.
Mu Wanqing didn't understand why he avoided her.
But it doesn't matter if you avoid it, as long as you can handle the matter well.
She replied to Yu Qiao on WeChat, saying that Wen Zhan would help find a reliable photographer.
When Yu Qiao heard that Wen Zhan had taken action, he was immediately heartbroken.
Wen Zhan went to the study room, looked through the address book on his mobile phone, and called Mr. Zhang of Xinghai Media without looking for anyone else.
This was the first time he came to see Zhang Zirui in person, but Zhang Zirui was frightened.
When he heard that a photographer was needed, Boss Zhang was very happy: "Okay, I will ask the company's photographer to cover it tomorrow."
"No, I don't want them from your company. You can find two more for me."
"Oh...I understand, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'm familiar with many photographers in the industry, but...they are all professional and big-name people. In terms of treatment..."
"Find the person, give me the contact information, and I'll go talk."
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Wen, I will help you find a good candidate tonight."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhan curled his lips, and his stern brows revealed a bit of tenderness, feeling that he was really cheap.
On the way back, he was so angry with her that he secretly vowed to ignore her for at least a week so that she could realize her mistake and take the initiative to apologize and bow her head to him.
As a result, after just one meal, he became a weakling again.
When he returned to the dining table and saw the woman looking at him longingly, he threw down his cell phone and said angrily: "Don't worry, the new photographer will be on duty tomorrow."
Mu Wanqing's eyes widened and shone brightly, "Who is it?"
"You don't care who it is, as long as it doesn't delay your work."
"..." Mu Wanqing pressed her lips and said nothing.
After the two of them finished eating, Mu Wanqing stood up and put away the food. After picking up the lunch box in front of the man, she whispered in a low voice: "Thank you."
Wen Zhan raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at her awkward face, and asked deliberately: "What?"
"Forget it if you didn't hear it."
"Your thanks are not sincere."
"Then you heard it and still asked?"
The woman rolled her eyes and Wen Zhan didn't respond, but the corners of his sexy and charming lips curled up in an evil way, smelling like a monster.
Mu Wanqing's cheeks warmed up, but she turned and walked away by clearing the tableware.
The unhappiness between the two ended here.
While Mu Wanqing was taking a shower, she still found it incredible when she thought about when Master Wen San had become so "approachable".
You must know that when they were married, he often came home late at night. The two of them lived under the same roof, but they could not speak more than three sentences in a week.
Later, she got pregnant unexpectedly, and Wen Zhan thought she was deliberately trying to make the mother more valuable than the child. During that time, their relationship deteriorated to the point where they would treat each other as if they didn't exist when they met, and their cold aura could hurt people's hearts even from the distance.
But now, he suddenly became very talkative.
When he was angry, no one comforted him, and he felt better inexplicably when he was angry.
How weird.
After taking a shower, she went out and prepared to sleep in the guest room as a matter of course.
But when I opened the door to the guest room, I saw that it was empty inside. Not to mention there was no bed, there wasn't even a cabinet or chair!
Mu Wanqing was shocked!
He stared blankly for a few seconds, then continued to push open the remaining two guest rooms without giving up.
Without exception, everything is empty!
Although this large flat has more than 300 square meters, apart from the gym, video room and study room, it only has one master bedroom and three guest bedrooms.
Now it seems that Wen Zhan only decorated one room, the master bedroom.
The purpose is self-evident.
Mu Wanqing stood at the door of the last guest room, thinking about whether there was another way out.
Young Master Wen San leaned lazily and casually at the door of the master bedroom. His face seemed indifferent, but there was a joke hidden in his eyes. He asked unhurriedly: "Isn't it too late for you to buy a bed now?"
The woman turned around and looked at him, "You did it on purpose."
The man stood up from the door and walked slowly towards her with his long and straight legs, "You are wronging me by saying this. I originally meant to take you back to Yujingyuan. You said you wanted to come here."
"..." Mu Wanqing was speechless.
She actually dug a hole for herself.
Wen Zhan walked up to her, bent down slightly, and took her cold little hand into his palm: "Let's go to bed. I haven't slept well these past few nights. I'm sleepy."
These past few nights, the children probably missed their mother and cried all night.
As a father, he naturally has to take responsibility and can only get up and comfort his children.
Mu Wanqing said nothing and resignedly allowed him to hold her hand and lead her to the master bedroom step by step.
"Don't worry, it's not time to fulfill the contract, just sleep." Pulling her to the side of the huge double bed, Wen Zhan turned around slightly, put his hands on her shoulders, gently forced her to sit down, and whispered comfort.
Mu Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her beautiful big eyes and looked at him suspiciously.
Will there be such a good thing?
It really doesn't look like his style.
"You seem disappointed in your reaction?" The man raised his eyebrows.
"No, no, no." Mu Wanqing denied quickly, then slipped on the bed neatly, lifted the quilt and got in.
Wen Zhan smiled with satisfaction and followed her to bed.
They both lay down.
The whole world fell silent.
Maybe it was because of the high altitude, but Mu Wanqing felt that the atmosphere outside was very grand, and the flowers were already blooming, but she couldn't feel the feeling of spring at all.
This day, full of bumps and bumps, was completely different from what she had expected.
After Wen Zhan was silent for a long time, he turned over and placed an arm on her waist, as if he had a sense of his own consciousness. She was shocked and shrank her whole body.
"Can't you sleep?" The man's gentle words sounded in his ears.
