I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

After Wen Wan and Mrs. He arrived in Jiangcheng, she had no house to live in, so she had to live in He Lanchen's villa in the end.

The driver took her to the villa and the servant came out to greet her.

"Young Madam." The servant took the luggage from Wen Wan's hand and greeted her respectfully.

Wen Wan thought that she and He Lanchen had divorced a long time ago, so she had to correct them in their address.

"Please call me Miss Wen from now on." She didn't want to cause everyone to misunderstand.

Especially this "young lady" was afraid that it would bring unnecessary trouble to He Lanchen. If he misunderstood that she still had him in her heart, her position would be somewhat unstable if word spread.

Their current relationship is closer than friends, further than lovers, but it has never reached that point.

After listening to Wen Wan's explanation, the servant said, "Yes, young lady."

After hearing this, Wen Wan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly gave up the struggle.

They called theirs, she said hers, the main one had nothing to do with each other.

The maid took her to the bedroom where she lived on the second floor. When she opened the door and walked in, she found that there were many men's items in the bedroom, such as financial magazines. Men's robes. Even the quilt was changed to the style He Lanchen liked. Of course, the quilt she was covering was pushed to the other side of the bed. This feeling made her feel sour in her heart.

After their divorce, did He Lanchen sleep in her bedroom?

What does this mean to him? Seeing things and thinking about people is still sharing a space.

Seeing that Wen Wan had not moved forward, the servant hurriedly explained, "Mrs. Madam, the young master has been sleeping in this bedroom during your absence. Maybe the master bedroom is too cold and I don't have you sleeping in the master bedroom. He would suffer from insomnia every night in this room. After sleeping in this room, the young master’s sleep quality has obviously improved.”

Wen Wan listened quietly to the servant's report. She knew how painful it felt to miss her.

During the three years that He Lanchen had been married to her, she also suffered from his habit of leaving after sleeping every time he came back.

During those three years, her longing for him had already gathered into a vast ocean.

It's a pity that he still doesn't know how much she loved him.

"Pack up his personal belongings first." Wen Wan was afraid of soiling He Lanchen's things, so she asked the servant to collect them and put them aside.

The servant was about to collect the things, but she spoke first, "Forget it, that's it!"

She shouldn't be able to live in Jiangcheng for long. Once the Qiao family's matter is resolved, or after He Lanchen is discharged from the hospital, she will find a place to live alone.

"Okay, young lady, what do you want to eat? I'll tell the kitchen to prepare it."

The servant still had a respectful attitude.

Wen Wan thought for a while, she probably had traveled too far and was really hungry.

"Do whatever you want, but I would like some soup." She made a small request to the servant.

The servant hurried downstairs to find the chef with her opinion. Wen Wan walked to the bed and sat down gently.

Probably because He Lanchen's personal belongings were piled up, this room was full of ambiguous style.

It used to be all her female items, but now male items are added, as if to tell her that this is no longer her independent space.

Wen Wan was in a daze when her cell phone rang.

She took out her phone and looked down to see the caller's number, her heart pounding, "Hello."

"Why does your voice sound so tired?" He Lanchen asked with concern.

Wen Wan suddenly remembered that Mrs. He probably didn't tell He Lanchen that they had arrived in Jiangcheng.

"That's what my voice sounds like. You need to rest on your wound now. Don't call me all the time." She tried her best to calm down the turmoil in her heart, for fear of leaking her current whereabouts.

He Lanchen held his mobile phone and sat in front of a round table with glasses on his face. "I also want to take a good rest, but it's a pity that there is no one to deal with the mountain of work."

Hearing this, Wen Wan exclaimed, "He Lanchen, you are crazy, your injuries are serious, and you don't care about your own body."

Her nervousness brightened He Lanchen's dull mood, and he pushed away his chair and stood up.

"It would be great if I could see you now. I want to hold you and draw some strength." He Lanchen confessed to Wen Wan through the phone.

Wen Wan's heart beat even more violently, and the tips of her ears quietly turned red.

"He Lanchen, what really should be injured is your mouth."

She retorted mercilessly.

Hearing Wen Wan's sarcasm, He Lanchen laughed so much that his chest shook, "You've kissed my mouth many times, don't you like it?"

She never knew that He Lanchen was so owed.

"I won't talk to you anymore. I'm done." Wen Wan's body was feeling hot.

She was no match for He Lanchen. She could not retaliate against every love word he said.

He Lanchen heard Wen Wan's angry voice, and he could guess that her expression must be very cute now.

"Don't worry, it was my fault. You don't want to hear what I said." He begged her for mercy sincerely.

Probably because He Lanchen took the initiative to admit his mistake, Wen Wan no longer cared about it.

"Take good care of yourself, your body is important."

She couldn't help but warned.

He Lanchen lamented softly, "It's useless. No one cares whether I am injured or not. Anyway, I am alone and will die early and be born early."

Wen Wan thought of the image of He Lanchen rushing to protect her when Ding Que attacked her, and her heart suddenly jumped violently.

"Don't talk nonsense, He Lanchen, don't talk nonsense. At least, I don't want to send anyone away now..." Wen Wan thought of Nuan Xi's death, and there was a shadow in her heart.

He Lanchen heard the cry in her voice, and his deep magnetic voice hurriedly comforted her, "I blurted out random things, don't take it to heart."

His voice must have magic power. Slowly, Wen Wan's excitement gradually calmed down.

"Don't say the word "death" easily, it's unlucky."

She said.

He Lanchen thought Wen Wan was frightened and patiently coaxed her, "Well, stop talking. If you don't want to hear it, I won't say anything in the future."

When Wen Wan heard what he said, she always felt something was strange.

The tone in which He Lanchen talked to her was really like an obedient husband, obediently accepting his wife's scolding.

How great would it be if they hadn't divorced and could live together as harmoniously as they do now?

"I'm a little tired, so I'll hang up now." Wen Wan wanted to calm down and not indulge in fantasy anymore.

He Lanchen's deep magnetic voice reached her ears again, "Wanwan, I deserve it for not being able to cherish you."

Wen Wan listened silently as he confessed his mistake. The man on the other end of the phone did not speak. They had a tacit agreement not to hang up.

The two of them just listened to each other's breathing. This kind of silly feeling was something that He Lanchen would never do before. Every feeling he felt followed her.

"He Lanchen."

Wen Wan called him.

"Yeah, I'm here." He answered her.

"You hang up first," Wen Wan said.

He Lanchen held the phone, his handsome face with deep outlines, "Well, it's up to you."