Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Ye Liang was relieved when she heard her tone. She thought she was heartbroken and depressed at the moment, but it didn't seem to be the case.

After all these things happened, Aunt Song was also at home, and she didn't dare to go out because she was afraid that something would happen to her alone.

She also had a general understanding of the matter with Wen He.

That day I finally dared to mention a few words, "Does Mr. Wen treat you like a daughter?"

He was so worried about her lifelong happiness that he really couldn't see any other meaning.

Song Jian frowned as soon as she heard it, "It's as if I'm rare."

Aunt Song looked at her helplessly, "Although Mr. Wen is indeed a good person, there is nothing wrong with his consideration. If he is not a real gentleman, who would consider so much from your standpoint?"

"He is so much older than you, and he has experienced a lot. Do you think you are suitable?"

When asked this question, Song Jian raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do you think it's inappropriate too?"

Aunt Song didn't say it directly, but said: "Anyway, if it were me, I probably wouldn't dare to choose him."

Song Jian pouted, "I didn't intend to choose him either."

When he wanted to choose, he refused and flinched. She was good at everything, but she would easily lose her interest.

At that time, if Wen He nodded her head, she would definitely go through fire and water and desperately love her more and more, but now... she is almost worn out.

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Song Jianyi didn't pay much attention to how the Fu family's turmoil passed, and the memory of the Internet is only so long, so she felt that it passed quickly.

The gossip about her breakup with Fu Xihe gradually disappeared after a while, as if it never happened.

However, she and Fu Xihe have always been in contact. After the company stabilized, Fu Xihe would occasionally ask her out for dinner, and occasionally buy her gifts and send them over.

She didn't have any unpleasant entanglements with his parents, and they met once after they separated, and Song Jianyi still greeted him politely and friendly.

To say that the biggest change is probably Wen He.

The person who has always treated her with respect and controlled him very leniently, is still lenient, but the distance is not that far away, even a little too close.

In fact, Song Jianyi somewhat understood his intentions.

Looking at the man in her living room, she had an arrogant and unfriendly expression, "Where is Mr. Wen wrong?"

"Do you think I've become a concubine before I'm actually married? Are you going to save it again? And you're doing it yourself?"

This was not very pleasant to say, Wen He glanced at her indifferently.

In the past, every time Song Jianyi saw his cold, old-fashioned face, he would actually be a little in awe, but now it is completely gone.

On the contrary, she just wants to see what it looks like when his face collapses.

Song Jianyi leaned on the sofa, and said seriously: "I don't plan to fall in love again, and I don't want to marry again, it's boring, even if it's you... let alone think about it!"

When she wanted to be with him, he backed away desperately, but now that he wanted to move forward, why wouldn't she avoid him?
Who doesn't torture people.

Wen He paused obviously after hearing this, and then looked at her.

After a long while, I finally asked, "Are you blaming me?"

She smiled, "No, I just don't have feelings for you."

He added: "I've already made an appointment to freeze my eggs, let's wait until someone really shows up who can make my heart beat."

Song Jianyi thought that she had already said so, and with his temperament, it was impossible to pester her.

However, he still came to stay at her house every other day.

The kitchen became his and his mother's territory. Song Jianyi hardly knew what the two of them were talking about, and it was impossible to eavesdrop.

All I know is that his relationship with his mother is getting better and better.

Her mother is quite good at pretending in front of her, pretending that she doesn't have a good relationship with Wen He and doesn't like talking to him.

"Mom, didn't you say that he is too old and has had too many women, so a life experience like mine is not suitable?" Song Jianyi deliberately stood at the kitchen door, frowning, "Are you talking to him now?" The relationship is so good?"

Aunt Song glared at her, how could she talk like that in front of a guest?
Aunt Song looked at Wen He in embarrassment, "Don't listen to her nonsense! She hasn't been doing well recently."

Wen He raised his eyebrows, "It's all true."

"..." Both mother and daughter were silent.

"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang.

Song Jian turned around and opened the door.

It's a courier.

She glanced at the delivery slip, and then at the person who was about to come out of the kitchen, "It's not the pickle jar you bought, it's a gift from Fu Xihe."

Fu Xihe didn't have any rules in sending her things. Whenever he saw something interesting and interesting, he would send it to her casually.

Wen He came out of the kitchen, while wiping her hands, her eyes fell on the courier she was unpacking.

It's a Winnie the Pooh holding a big red heart, very cute.

She had a special room where many gadgets from Fu Xihe were placed, and it was arranged very girlishly. Now that she took things, she would go to that room.

Wen He followed, she stopped suddenly at the door, and looked at him seriously, "No other person is allowed to enter this room except me."

His footsteps stopped at the sound, but his eyes had already looked in through the open door.

You can just see that the dolls of the same series are neatly arranged, which is very girlish.

"I told you not to come in!" As soon as Song Jian looked up, he saw Wen He came in at some point.

He glanced at those gadgets with a calm expression, and his tone was also low and indifferent, "Are they all from Fu Xihe?"

Song Jian glanced at him, "Of course! That's why I told you not to come in, let alone touch it!"

Wen He didn't touch her again, but looked at her, "Since you cherish her so much, why are you breaking up?"

She didn't even raise her head, "Do we have to be together if we like it?"

He stared at her for a while.

In his understanding, that is to say, she still likes Fu Xihe now.

As soon as Song Jian put away the things, she raised her head and was about to say something, when she suddenly found that Wen He had left the room at some point.

She closed the door and went out, but no one was seen.

Aunt Song came out of the kitchen and looked at her, "What did you say to Mr. Wen? Why did you say you left suddenly? You didn't even eat any food."

Song Jianyi was also taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to be so emotional.

Then he smiled, "I'm irritated, let's go, it hurts my eyes."

However, she was too happy too soon.

She thought that since he left that day, he would never come again, but Song Jianyi was wrong.

Wen He waited for a few days, and then came again, and although his expression was very calm when he entered the door, he could see that he was in a good mood and good temper.

Regarding this matter, Song Jianyi complained to Sister Meng.

Ye Liang just smiled lightly on the phone, "He likes you, he has always been, but his love has taken a detour, maybe he got a serious illness and suddenly felt that people should be satisfied as soon as possible when they are alive?"

Song Jianyi didn't know what to say.

But she still has the same attitude towards Wen He.

Until he came over in the middle of the night one day, reeking of alcohol, squinting at her, and when she opened the door, he took her out of the door frame.

Then he threw her into the dark corner of the stairwell, raised his arms, "Let's try?"

If I remember correctly, this should be what she said to him before.

Song Jian slightly raised her eyes to look at him, smiled, and took his words back, "I'm not a good person, and I was married to someone else. The most important thing is that I don't like you!"

The emotions of the man who had been drinking were all written on his face, and his brows were furrowed, "Your liking has changed so quickly? I used to say that I don't like him..."

She almost laughed out loud, "Didn't you force me to be with him? You can't be in love for a long time? Don't you think I still pretend to be you when I'm with him?"

"I was wrong." He interrupted abruptly.

The tone of voice sounded short and ordinary, but it seemed to reveal a bit of regret and heartache.

Song Jian must have stared at her for a while.

"I promised Fu Xihe that I won't be with anyone in a few years, and I don't plan to marry anyone."

promise?

The corner of the man's lips moved, "Do you like him that much?"

Song Jian smiled lowly, "He is young, promising, and handsome. Is there anyone who doesn't like him?"

"Where am I wrong?"

"..." She was sure that Wen He was almost drunk tonight, otherwise she wouldn't be pestering her one sentence after another.

"How did you come here?" Song Jian looked at him.

After drinking like this, you can't drive here by yourself?

In the end, he just said: "I want to stay at your house tonight." And he also said very clearly: "I want to live in the room where you put the dolls!"

That tone sounded serious and determined, but full of anger.

Song Jianyi was speechless.

"I'll ask the driver to take you home. There is no place for you to live in my house."

The man didn't listen at all, walked to the gate by himself, and knocked on the door again.

This time, Aunt Song was called out, then she curled her lips at the person at the door, and pointed at Song Jianyi, "Aunt Song, I will stay in her room tonight."

"Ah?" Aunt Song was taken aback by his words.

The man has already lifted his foot and walked in.

Aunt Song looked at her daughter, and then at Wen He.

Song Jian entered the room with a bitter face, "I sleep on the sofa."

She did sleep on the sofa, but Wen He occupied her bed, maybe she really drank too much, and fell asleep immediately after touching the bed.

Early the next morning, Song Jianyi sat on the sofa and watched the man come out of the room in embarrassment.

The corner of her mouth twitched, "Mr. Wen is really flexible, he can do anything when he lowers his figure!"

Wen He tried to hide his decency with a faint smile, then rolled up his shirt sleeves, "I'll help in the kitchen."

"My mother has gone out." She said leisurely, "I've eaten, you can go."

He simply said: "I haven't eaten yet!"

He didn't give her more chances to talk, and went directly to the kitchen to work, as if he was at his own home.

on the breakfast table.

As soon as Song Jian wanted to force him not to come again, wouldn't his big villas be more comfortable than her house?
As a result, he said calmly: "A while ago, funds were tight, and all the properties were mortgaged, so there was no place to live."

She was slightly taken aback, and then realized that he was just an excuse.

Instead, he smiled, "Why, you will be the door-to-door son-in-law in our shabby house?"

Unexpectedly, he looked at her seriously, nodded, "OK."

Song Jian frowned suddenly, "What's wrong? I didn't ask for your opinion."

"I agree, and you can't go back on your word." He simply threw this sentence at her.

Song Jian looked helpless.

From that day on, there really was an extra son-in-law who came to visit.

He is really completely different from Wen He before!

How should I put it, it is very serious and serious, clingy and serious.

The most common conversations between them are probably:
She always looked at him with disgust, "I'm so clean and pure, I shouldn't be looking for an old and bad man like you, didn't you say so?"

His expression remained unchanged, "Really? I don't remember, my memory is bad when I'm old."

He really stayed at her house all the time, unless there was a very necessary business trip.

I am usually busy with work, but I will definitely accompany her when I have time, and I will accompany her to the set.

Everyone around said that he is now Song Jianyi's follower, and the age and behavior of the two are almost reversed.

He often curls his mouth, as if enjoying it.