Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Without giving Wen Shiqing a chance to say another word, Wen Wan turned around and left quickly, leaving six people in a mess behind her. She got in the car and went directly to the company.

She has been preparing for the engagement for half a month. She is so busy every day that she doesn't care about Shen Moling who wants to disappear for half a month. She only knows that although this kind of life is full, it still feels empty occasionally.

The dress has been ordered, and it will be delivered tomorrow for a try on, Wen Wan opened the company documents on the table and carefully reviewed them.

The phone rang suddenly, an unknown number, she hesitated for a few seconds, and she answered with a little anxiety.

"Where is it?" The other party asked sarcastically.

Wen Wan felt that the appearance of this voice made her heart satisfied for a moment, but after that she felt helpless.

"Home."

"Come out and meet me, or I'll go to your house." He was still so domineering.

Wen Wan didn't want to meet, she was really afraid that seeing him again would make her reluctant to let go.

"No need, Mr. Shen just say something."

"I can't make it clear on the phone. If you want to break up, you have to talk to me from the beginning to the end. What do you think I am? You are irresponsible when you get on, and you can dump it if you say it?" His tone was low, but he was full of ruffian.

Wen Wan knew that he was being a rascal again, so she endured a grievance, and she replied contemptuously: "Then what? I didn't just fuck you, I have to be responsible for my fiancé, so I'm going to dump you?"

Her implication: I slept with Ye Chenxi that night!

Sure enough, after a while of silence, the other party hung up the phone.

Wen Wan watched the screen return to the original screen, and suddenly felt that something had severely torn her heart, and a sore and painful feeling, like scarlet blood, poured out endlessly.

Sniffing, she tried to hold back her tears, and continued to immerse herself in reviewing the documents, but every time she turned a page, the words on it would form the outline of Shen Moling and appear in front of her eyes.

Not in the mood to do other things, Wen Wan rubbed her empty stomach only to realize that she hadn't eaten a drop of water all morning.

Opening the door to the restaurant, Aunt Rong just prepared lunch, which is her favorite stew.

Sitting down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the braised pork and brought it to her mouth, the greasy sweet smell made her sick for a while.

She suddenly turned upside down on an empty stomach, turned around and bent over, and retched.

Aunt Rong was startled when she saw this, and immediately put down the freshly filled rice and ran over with a tissue, patting her back and asking with concern: "Miss, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy and nauseous." Wen Wan got up and took a sip from the water glass, "Suddenly I don't want to eat such greasy food, does Aunt Rong have something lighter, preferably without oil."

Although Aunt Rong knew that Wen Wan was not a casual person, how could she not see any clues after going through so many things?

She thought for a while and asked cautiously, "How long has Missy been throwing up like this?"

"Not before, what's the matter?" Wen Wan replied.

"Then...then...Missy hasn't had her period this month?" Aunt Rong asked again.

Wen Wan suddenly realized, and quickly laughed: "My dear Aunt Rong, what are you thinking? It's because I'm too busy and nervous recently that I retch, don't make a fuss, okay?"

Aunt Rong frowned and wondered: "Then it shouldn't be able to eat greasy things...Miss, you should be more careful!"

"Aunt Rong, don't be suspicious, go and make me some soup." Wen Wan sloppily pushed Aunt Rong to the kitchen.