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

As soon as He Lanchen heard Shao Jinyuan's name, he immediately let go of his arms around Wen Wan's slim waist.

"He doesn't deserve it."

He said coldly.

Wen Wan sighed softly. She had already guessed the result. This was He Lanchen's true temperament.

Paranoid, arrogant, and arrogant.

"So Mr. He, you don't have to ask me how to forgive." Wen Wan did not intend to continue the topic and went downstairs step by step.

He Lanchen was left standing alone at the stairs, sulking alone.

When did she become so rebellious and difficult to coax?

He is completely different from the obedient and obedient person before.

At dinner, Wen Wan sat alone in the restaurant.

She looked at the empty space opposite, raised her head and asked the servant standing not far away, "Where is the young master?"

"The young master said he has no appetite and doesn't want to eat."

The servant repeated He Lanchen's words.

Wen Wan knew that he was still angry, and asking him to apologize to Shao Jinyuan was just an excuse to calm him down.

In fact, Wen Wan just wanted He Lanchen to reflect that the real mistake was that his attitude towards Qiu Yiyi had crossed the line.

"Then you bring one to the young master."

Wen Wan ordered the servant.

The servant stood still and said respectfully, "Madam, we sent it over. The young master said that unless you go to deliver it, you won't eat a bite of food tonight."

Wen Wan laughed. This man was so childish.

"He's probably not hungry yet."

She didn't want to deal with an angry grown man.

He is such an adult, he will definitely eat when he is hungry, and he will not starve to death.

"Young madam, won't you give it away?" the servant asked.

The young master is going on a hunger strike to protest. Why can’t the young lady feel any distress at all?

Everyone in the villa knew that the young lady loved the young master. Why was she so calm this time when the young master didn't want to eat?

"He doesn't eat, does he?"

Wen Wan ate her dinner calmly, completely ignoring He Lanchen.

This week he was with Qiu Yiyi in the hospital, and she was not doing well in the villa.

Why didn't he come back to visit her during this period?

Even if Qiao Yiyi chose that person immediately when she was injured, why didn't he go home to visit her after he calmed down?

It means that he only has Qiu Yiyi in his heart and not her at all.

After dinner, Wen Wan ate in the courtyard. After dinner, she thought about the custom-made cheongsam from Jinxiufang.

Suddenly, she thought that she could borrow this cheongsam to offer flowers to the Buddha.

She prefers generous confessions to giving gifts mysteriously.

In marriage, she had lost to openness. A hidden marriage restricted all freedom.

In this case, why should we compromise?

After thinking about it, Wen went upstairs to rest at night.

In the study, He Lanchen's stomach growled with hunger. He was having a video conference and his eyes glanced at the closed door of the study from time to time.

Wen Wan, your heart is made of stone. Are you trying to starve him to death?

He Lanchen saw in the lower right corner of the computer screen that the time showed 10:30 pm. Why hasn't dinner been delivered yet?

It looked like she was really angry this time.

He Lanchen picked up the cup and drank frantically. In order to make Wen Wan compromise, he decided to play with a big one this time.

He finally made Wen Wan forgive him.

Wen Wan slept soundly that night, probably because he and Mr. Zhai had reached an agreement on Wen Wan's surgery.

He Lanchen in the master bedroom suffered. He was hungry all night and his stomach hurt so much that he couldn't bear it.

He originally had stomach problems.

After marrying Wen Wan, his stomach has been nourished a lot by her in the past three years.

The woman who had always been worried about his body was no longer worried today, which made him very unhappy.

The next day.

Wen Wan got up and cooked porridge. When He Lanchen went downstairs, he saw busy figures in the study and felt secretly happy.

She was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and she got up early in the morning to cook porridge for him.

He sat in the restaurant and waited quietly for Wen Wan's porridge. Half an hour later, the steaming porridge was still not on the table.

"Go and ask, when will the porridge be served?" He Lanchen looked at the servant not far away.

The servant lowered his head and walked out of the dining room to the kitchen.

She walked to the stove and saw that there was no porridge in the pot, not even a grain of rice.

"Don't look at it, the porridge has been taken to the hospital by the young lady."

Another servant came into the kitchen and explained to her.

The servant's expression became very complicated. She was afraid that He Lanchen would wait too long, so she hurried over to find him.

"Where's the porridge?"

He Lanchen asked impatiently.

The servant replied tremblingly, "Master, the young lady has finished serving all the porridge."

"The porridge should also be brought to the restaurant."

He Lanchen said in a low voice with a magnetic voice.

The servant trembled even more, "Master, the young lady took the porridge to the hospital."

"Okay, very good."

He Lanchen bit his back molars, and a gloomy voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

Wen Wan, you just want to starve me to death.

He pushed away his chair and stood up, walking out of the restaurant nervously.

He Lanchen passed by the servants, and every servant did not even dare to raise their heads, for fear of seeing his big black face dripping with ink.

Wen Wan came to the hospital and handed the insulated bucket to the nurse.

Nuan Xi looked at the person in front of her and smiled weakly, "Sister, you seem to be in good spirits."

"is it?"

Wen Wan exaggeratedly held her face with both hands, like a flower in bloom.

Nuan Xi was amused by her, "Sister, what's the good thing, right?"

Wen Wan and Mr. Zhai didn't want to tell her sister what they had agreed upon. The most taboo thing for a patient was that a joyful event would end in nothing.

"It's a good thing to come see you."

Wen Wan helped her tuck in the quilt.

The two sisters chatted and laughed, and Wen Wan took a taxi to Jinxiufang with her bags in hand.

She was received by the female manager from last time. She left the cheongsam in the store and gave her another size so they could help modify it.

The female manager was puzzled. The size of the cheongsam clearly fit Wen Wan's figure, so why did it need to be changed?

Adhering to the customer first service concept, the female manager didn't ask anything.

When Wen Wan walked out of Jinxiufang, she raised her head and looked at the cloudless sky, feeling extremely beautiful.

The sudden ringtone of her mobile phone interrupted her comfort, "Hello."

"Ms. Wen, the president is hospitalized, can you come over?"

Wei Ming's voice sounded anxious.

When Wen Wan heard that He Lanchen was hospitalized, her heart felt as if someone had hollowed out her heart, and her breathing stopped instantly, "I'll be right over."

He Lanchen, who was lying on the hospital bed, was leaning against the bedside and undergoing infusion, his face as pale as paper.

Wei Ming walked into the ward and threw a pillow in front of him.

"Who allowed you to call her on your own initiative?" He Lanchen heard that he was contacting Wen Wan outside.

Wei Ming picked up the fallen pillow and stuffed it behind He Lanchen's back again.

"President, you want to see Miss Wen, don't you?"

he said bravely.

He Lanchen held up the folder and wanted to smash it, but after thinking about it, he retracted his hand.

Wei Ming heard footsteps outside the corridor and immediately took away the documents He Lanchen was holding and took off his silver-rimmed glasses.

"President, Miss Wen is here."

He winked and sent a signal to He Lanchen.

He Lanchen slid down and lay flat on the bed, and Wei Ming pulled up the quilt and covered him.

"He Lanchen."

Wen Wan opened the door to the ward and saw the man lying on the bed with his back to her.

The circles under her eyes gradually turned red. Wei Ming stood looking at the opening of the IV tube. "The doctor said that the president's stomach was not good to begin with. He has always been angry recently. Today, his stomach hurt so much that he fainted in the meeting."