Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

In the Tong family, Tong Ying was overjoyed after receiving Wen Ru's invitation.

Wang Cuixia was also very happy.

They originally wanted to give Cheng Wanzhong a warning, but they didn't expect that she would leave City A the next day.

He was sent away by someone who was ruthless.

At that time, they all thought that Wen Ru sent Cheng Wanzhong away because of the Tong family, and the next step would definitely be to find Tong Ying.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a month, I still didn’t see anyone.

They almost felt that there was no hope, and Wen Ru actually took the initiative to ask Tong Ying out.

After receiving the news early in the morning, Tong Ying began to dress up.

There was a rose petal bath and a milk bath again, which made the servant very tired.

Before leaving, Wang Cuixia said to Tong Ying, "Don't let him think you are a superficial woman, you know? Also, don't bring up the text message you sent to Cheng Wanzhong."

"understood."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Tong Ying went to the Oriental Hotel office.

Wen Ru didn't like nonsense and directly asked her to read the text messages on Cheng Wanzhong's phone.

Tong Ying immediately turned pale.

She had imagined many possibilities for this meeting, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

Tong Ying was stunned and couldn't speak for a while.

Wen Ru put away his cell phone and sat on the office chair with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Miss Tong, I came to you today just to ask you to explain when my fiancée became you!"

Tong Ying pursed her lips and clutched her bag tightly with her white fingertips.

My brain turned into a ball of mush.

"I...I...you misunderstood."

Wen Ru smiled, his smile dangerous and cruel.

"Miss Tong, I hope this text message is the last, otherwise I wouldn't mind dealing with you personally."

Tong Ying's face turned frighteningly pale, "Wen Ru, that's not the case. You misunderstood me."

"Shut up!" Wen Ru said, "Tong Ying, if you want the relationship between the Tong family and the Wen family to be peaceful, be honest, stop trying to challenge my patience, and leave now."

Tong Ying's legs were weak when she left Dongfang Building.

Wen Ru cared more about that little girl than she imagined.

Isn't he playing for fun?

Not long after Tong Ying left the Oriental Hotel, Wen Ru also left.

He went to the bar.

In the private room, Jiang Muye was startled when he saw Wen Zhu.

"Boss Wen, who owes you money?"

This girl's expression is too scary.

Jiang Muye had the illusion that he would die in his eyes every minute.

Wen Ruo sat across from him, raised his hand to pick up a glass of wine, raised his head and took a sip.

"What happened to the matter that asked you to check?"

"The matter about the Cheng family in City S is quite simple. Cheng Zhengping was schemed against and went bankrupt."

"Click-"

Wen Ruo lit a cigarette. He had become very addicted to smoking recently.

Jiang Muye looked at him, really curious, "I heard that the little girl went home. What's wrong? Are you not used to it?"

I didn't expect to get Wen Ru's answer.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiang Muye finished speaking, he said, "A bit, she is very interesting."

Jiang Muye's eyes lit up and he became interested, "Is it just fun? Wen Ruo, don't you have any dirty thoughts towards Miss Cheng?"

He didn't use a little girl, but Miss Cheng.

Cheng Wanzhong is not a child, she is a 23-year-old woman.

Women are naturally attracted to men.

Jiang Muye didn't believe it. The two of them had lived together for such a long time, and Wen Ruo had always been apathetic.

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Ru glared at him, "Do you think everyone has sperm in their brains all day long like you?"

When this topic was mentioned, Jiang Muye touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.

"I've given up sex now."

"Only ghosts believe it," Wen Ru said.

Jiang Muye pursed his lips, "Okay, back to the main story, are you so unhappy during this period because your pistachio is gone? Don't blame me for not telling you, Jiang Qingqiao wants to see you every day."

"No!" Wen Rui said in an irritated tone.

Jiang Muye stared at him for a while, and then suddenly realized.

He got it.

Dead ducks have tough mouths.

Wen Ruo might want that little girl to be his pistachio for the rest of his life.

Wen Li put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, "Go and help the Cheng family, and take a look at the pistachios... How about Cheng Wanzhong."

So can a squeamish person endure a life of dire straits?

"Got it."

Jiang Muye was very willing to help Wen Ru.

In his opinion, these two people will end up together sooner or later.

When the time comes, Wen Ru will be like an old cow eating young grass.

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Three months after Cheng Wanzhong left, Wen Ru got some news.

"That pistachio of yours is not happy now. She looks sad all day long. I think she has turned into a little bitter melon."

"Also, Wen Ru, she and her father seem to be hosting a live broadcast or something right now. You can go and watch it when you have time."

Wen Ru searched and found the live broadcast Jiang Muye mentioned.

He watched all the videos but didn't find Cheng Wanzhong.

Five months after Cheng Wanzhong left, Christmas arrived as promised.

This pistachio hasn't contacted Wen Ru for almost half a year.

After get off work, Wen Ru left the company and drove back to his apartment.

Passing by a commercial street, he seemed to see Cheng Wanzhong.

In the blink of an eye, the person disappeared again.

Wen Ru thought he had seen it wrong and didn't pay attention.

When he was approaching the apartment, he suddenly turned and went to Linjiang Villa.

Since Cheng Wanzhong left, Aunt Rong went to the apartment in the city to take care of Wen Ruo's daily life.

No one has come to Linjiang Villa for nearly half a year.

An hour later, Wen Ru arrived at Linjiang Villa.

When the car saw the door, he vaguely saw a person squatting at the door of the villa.

I don't know what the white ball is.

Wen Li frowned, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he immediately opened the door and got out of the car.

He walked to the group, and just at this moment, Cheng Wanzhong raised his head, and a small face that was red from the cold appeared in his eyes.

Wen Zhu's body paused, and he thought he had seen it wrong.

Why is this pistachio here?

On a snowy day, there wasn’t even an umbrella.

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his soft lips and looked at him pitifully, "Wen Zhu, I seem to be frozen. Why is City A so cold?"

She was born in a small southern town and had never experienced such a cold winter.

I was so cold that I burst into tears.

In five months, Cheng Wanzhong has not changed much, except that he looks a little thin and has no fat on his face.

Wen Li knelt down and raised his hand to touch her cold face, still in disbelief, "It's really you? Wan Zhong, when did you come?"

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips, "I'm so cold. Please open the door quickly, otherwise I will freeze to death. I don't know why the weather in City A is so cold."

is her.

Pistachio is back.

Only Cheng Wanzhong would scold the weather so childishly.

Wen Ru curled his lips, picked her up directly, and walked into the villa.

The heating had been turned on in the villa in advance. Cheng Wanzhong huddled on the sofa and took off his down jacket, which was covered with snow.

She was wearing a small sling, and there was a large bruise on her exposed white arm.