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

Wen Wan didn't eat anything on the table, so there was no way she could be bribed by the sugar-coated bullets sent by the dishonest man.

Every time, he used the strategy of giving a candy to a slap in the face, which worked every time.

She doesn't want to accept it now.

Without waiting for the servant to speak, Wen Wan pushed away her chair and stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

The servant followed closely behind her and looked at her side face worriedly, "Madam, the young master must be busy with something, so don't be sad."

Hearing this, Wen Wan glanced at the servant, "Do I look sad now?"

The servant nodded, Wen Wan looked away and continued walking forward.

She walked to the bench and sat down. While she was in a daze, her cell phone rang.

"Hello." Wen Wan answered the phone and looked ahead blankly.

The garden is full of flowers and full of spring.

"Hello Miss Wen, when is it convenient for you to come over to Jinxiufang?" The caller was an unknown woman.

When Wen Wan heard that it was Jinxiu Fang, she quickly stood up from the bench and asked, "Are you talking about the Jinxiu Fang that makes cheongsam?"

"Yes, Miss Wen, someone has customized a cheongsam for you. We need to help you measure the size to facilitate the production of ready-made garments." The other party's voice was gentle and professional.

Wen Wan looked suspicious. Who made her a cheongsam?

"Can I ask the name of the customer who customized it for me?" She asked insinuatingly.

Wen Wan's question caused the other party to fall into silence for a second, and then he quickly answered.

"It is not convenient for us to disclose the customer's information, but Ms. Wen will get the answer when the cheongsam is completed."

Wen Wan tried hard to guess, but couldn't think of a single one.

The only person who came to mind was He Lanchen.

She shook her head again. He Lanchen had been focusing on Qiao Yiyi recently, so how could he customize a cheongsam for her?

It is said that a piece of clothing in Jinxiufang is worth thousands of gold. Even if you have money, you may not be able to let the tailoring master behind the scenes cut the cheongsam fabric himself.

"Okay, I'll go there tomorrow." Wen Wan agreed to the other party's request.

After the phone call, she felt really depressed.

Thinking of going out to relax, Wen Wan saw the updates in the circle of friends and found the location of an acquaintance on it.

She walked into the villa, went upstairs to change into clothes for going out, and was stopped by the servant when she came downstairs.

"Young lady, dinner is ready. Where are you going?"

Wen Wan was not used to the servant's enthusiasm. She noticed that the other party was not hostile and smiled easily, "I'm going out to relax."

"Do you need the driver to take you there?" the servant asked thoughtfully.

To avoid letting the servants in the villa know her whereabouts, she shook her head and declined.

I walked to the intersection and took a taxi to a bar, a clear bar to be exact.

Arriving at the bar, Wen Wan went to the table in the photo on her circle of friends. She stood in front of the table and made eye contact with the woman who was drinking.

"Jing Yuan, you heartless woman, why didn't you inform me to pick you up at the airport when you came back?" Wen Wan walked up to Fa Xiao and hugged him hard.

Jing Yuan received a warm hug, with a smile on her face, and she spread her arms to hug Wen Wan.

"I'm a little thinner than before I left the village, but I haven't shrunk in front." She smiled and leaned on Wen Wan's shoulder.

Wen Wan gently slapped Fa Xiao on the back, "Fuck you, if people know that the mysterious painter Iris Sun God is a female hooligan who talks a lot, will everyone still appreciate your paintings?"

Jing Yuan gently hugged Wen Wan and lamented that before they left the village, they

The awful time we spent there together.

"You're not happy." Jing Yuan saw countless people and saw through Wen Wan's disguise.

Wen Wan pulled up a chair, sat down, and ordered a glass of milk.

Jing Yuan saw the drink she ordered and his eyes rested on her belly.

"It's been five years since you traveled around the country and left us. It's rare that we won't talk about unhappy things tonight when you come back." Wen Wan just wanted to reminisce with Fa Xiao, not the man who wanted to make her sad.

Seeing that Wen Wan was hesitant to speak and unwilling to open the topic, Jing Yuan raised the cup and touched the milk in front of her.

"You can drink as much as you want tonight, Sister Milk will take care of it." She waved her heroic little hand, and her bold and bold face was full of enchantment and comfort.

Wen Wan smiled and raised her glass, "Okay, I won't go home until I'm drunk."

Fuck He Lanchen.

Fuck Qiao Yiyi.

Fuck them all.

villa.

He Lanchen got out of the back seat with a tired face and walked into the house. His eyes searched everywhere for that familiar figure.

"Where is the young lady?" he asked the servant who took the suit jacket.

The servant took his coat and lowered his head respectfully, "Go back to the young master, the young lady said she went out to relax."

Relaxing in the evening?

Is she going to have a private meeting with a wild man?

He Lanchen's handsome face was so dark that water dripped from his face, which frightened the servants beside him into silence.

The young master looks terrible when he is angry.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Wen Wan's number, and heard a busy signal from the receiver.

When Wen Wan's call failed, He Lanchen angrily grabbed the suit jacket from the servant's hand and strode out of the villa.

Before Wei Ming could leave, he got into the back seat of the Maybach again.

He Lanchen looked coldly at the assistant in the driver's seat, "Unlock your phone and I'll make a call."

"Yes, President." Wei Ming handed over his phone and sat upright again.

When the phone dialed Wen Wan's number, there was still a busy signal. He was so angry that he smashed the phone on the empty seat next to him. Wei Ming looked at the phone displayed in the rearview mirror with distressed eyes.

"Send someone to find out where Wen Wan went." He Lanchen took off his silver-rimmed glasses and pressed his inner eyelids with his fingers.

Wei Ming took out another mobile phone to contact the bodyguard to track down Wen Wan's whereabouts. At this time, she was having fun with Jing Yuan.

She had no idea that He Lanchen was looking for her whereabouts.

An hour and a half later, He Lanchen rushed into Qingba with a group of people.

Wen Wan was chatting with Jing Yuan about recent events when a big hand suddenly reached out to her, snatched away the cup in front of her, and drank all the milk in one gulp.

"Why don't you turn on your phone? Don't you know if I would be worried about your safety?" He Lanchen slammed the cup in front of Wen Wan.

She stared at the cup in front of her, thinking about finishing the milk cup, she suddenly became irritable.

"Young Master He is busy looking for Miss Qiao. Do you still have time to worry about my safety?" Wen Wan held her heart in her hands and looked flattered.

She must have been drunk with milk, and she dared not give He Lanchen face in public.

Before Wen Wan could react, she jumped into the air and was carried away by He Lanchen.

"Don't you know I'll be worried if you stay up so late at night?" He Lanchen hugged Wen Wan and weighed it. She was so scared that she hugged his neck tightly.

Jing Yuan stood up, she vaguely guessed their relationship.

"Wanwan, do you need me to call the police for you?" She noticed that her expression was not very pleasant.

He Lanchen lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Wan who was leaning on his chest, waiting for her answer.

Wei Ming held his breath. He hoped Wen Wan would not commit suicide.