I read the minds of the whole family and I eat the melon, but the cannon fodder wife of the wealthy

When Wen Lan heard the news that her sister was getting engaged to Fu Chuan, Wen Lan was the first to disagree.

She held her sister's hand and said, "How can you believe a man's sweet words? This Fu Chuan can change his face faster than turning the page in a book. Who can guarantee whether he will bring Xu Yao back next time? In my opinion It would be wise to cut it off early.”

"Did you forget the disgusting things he had done? He brought that woman around in front of you and made you shed so many tears. How could you forgive him so easily?"

Wen Lan reached out and poked Wen Ying's forehead: "You, you, I think your scar has healed and you have forgotten the pain."

Wen Ying held Wen Lan's hand: "Sister, it's not like this..."

Wen Ying explained the whole thing.

Only then did Wen Lan suddenly realize, and couldn't help but feel frightened: "So that's it, what about Xu Yao..."

"She was thrown into the sea. Her life and death are unknown now, but I think... the chance of surviving is very small."

Wen Lan patted Wen Ying's hand: "Don't think so much. This Xu Yao deserves it. She almost killed you. In my opinion, it would have been easier for her not to be cut to pieces."

Wen Lan seemed to remember something and frowned: "What was the name of that amazing person you just mentioned?"

"It's Yuan'er, Qiao Yuan, what's wrong, sister, do you know Yuan'er?"

"No, it's not..." Wen Lan was startled, and then she remembered where she had heard Qiao Yuan's name. Isn't this the artist whose husband suspected of having an abnormal mental state?

"This...what does the Qiao Yuan you are talking about look like?"

"She's very beautiful, with big eyes, and by the way, she has dimples when she smiles, which is so sweet!"

Wen Lan immediately called Song Yizhuan. She got straight to the point: "Does the artist Qiao Yuan you mentioned earlier have big eyes and dimples when he smiles?"

"Yes...what's wrong with you? Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"I just heard something." Wen Lan was worried: "I think there is a high probability that what Qiao Yuan said is true. Maybe someone is plotting against our family. Those brothers of yours who always borrow money are very likely. "

"No, it's impossible. They have already said they are considerate of me. How could I suddenly change my mind?"

"Who can guarantee that they will not do crazy things after being rejected? So many social news are real cases."

"Social news is very rare after all. Lan'er, are you too stressed? I'll go home and stay with you. Don't think so much."

Song Yizhuan almost trusted his brothers to the extreme and never put his guard up. He would definitely not believe what he said without actual evidence. Wen Lan felt anxious and helpless, so she had to hang up the phone first.

Seeing that her sister looked very unhappy, Wen Ying asked hurriedly: "What's wrong, sister, did something happen?"

Wen Lan sighed: "The Qiao Yuan you are talking about... I have an impression. She met your brother-in-law before and said that something bad will happen to our family recently. I didn't take it seriously at first. But after hearing what you said..."

Wen Lan frowned: "I feel a little panicked..."

"Since it was Yuan'er who said it, it is most likely correct. Sister, you must be careful recently." Seeing Wen Lan's pale face, Wen Ying said again: "Sister, don't worry, as long as things are fine happens then we have an opportunity to change it.”

Wen Lan nodded: "Yes, what you said makes sense. There is still a chance to change..."

*

Song Yizhuan was very busy during this period. Because something happened to one of his artists, he couldn't sleep for several days, and he had to go to the hospital for press conferences.

Ever since he heard what Qiao Yuan said that time, he always felt fuzzy and inexplicably panicked.

However, nothing happened since then, and Song Yizhuan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had thought too much and quickly put this matter behind him completely.

After finishing the work at hand, Song Yizhuan finally had some free time, and when the festival was approaching, he took his wife and children back to his hometown.

Song Yizhuan was born from a typical grassroots background. His parents were ordinary farmers. It was only when he entered the entertainment industry after graduating from college that his wheel of fortune completely turned.

Along the way, many famous artists have been cultivated smoothly, and they have become gold medal agents. At an accidental banquet, he met Wen Lan, the daughter of a wealthy family. Since then, his love and career have been fruitful.

Song Yizhuan knew that Wen Lan had been too emotionally tense recently, so he deliberately took her and her children out to relax.

Everyone in the village knew that Song Yizhuan, the child of the Song family, was prosperous. They had no idea about the gold medal agent, but they knew that Song Yizhuan had built the largest house in the village, with five floors and a magnificent view from a distance.

After Wen Lan finished her meal, she looked at Song Yizhuan opposite who was putting away the dishes. She remembered something and asked him: "I remember you said some time ago that you wanted to choose a new person to train. How about it? Has it been chosen now?"

Song Yizhuan paused for a moment: "That's right. Xi Yan introduced me to a candidate. I have examined it carefully. His talent is pretty good, and his name seems to be Bai Zhou."

"Bai Zhou?" Wen Lan frowned: "Don't you admire Qiao Yuan very much? Don't you think about her now?"

"After much thought, I decided to forget it. After all, she always likes to say some strange things and seems to be in a bad mental state. She is like a time bomb next to me. Bai Zhou is very talented and hard-working, so I still choose her. It’s safer.”

Wen Lan nodded and said nothing more.

"Why are you so worried lately?" Song Yi said: "Lan'er, don't worry so much. I'll take you to travel abroad after I hand over the work in a few days, okay?"

Wen Lan nodded, with a smile on his lips: "Okay."

*

Song Yizhuan was a bit familiar with his bed. He kept his eyes open at night and did not feel sleepy at all. He did not dare to turn over for fear of waking up Wen Lan next to him.

Thinking of visiting relatives tomorrow morning, he couldn't help but sigh.

Just when he closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep, he suddenly heard some movement from the window, followed by footsteps and whispers. Although the movement was very small, he still caught the faint movement.

The security system in the village is not as good as in the city.

Song Yizhuan was completely sleepless. He lifted his quilt, sat up and patted Wen Lan on the shoulder: "Lan'er, wake up quickly."

Wen Lan opened her eyes drowsily: "What's wrong? Why did you wake me up?"

Song Yizhuan looked around: "I, I think... I think I heard some noises. I feel like it's not very safe here. Let's go get the child here first."

But it's too late.

Song Yizhuan felt a chill coming from his back, and a sharp knife was placed on his neck.