Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Yan decided to divorce first.

There are actually two reasons why An Luo was able to marry Cohen. Aside from the old-fashioned "finger pulp for marriage", there is also a layer of genetic relationship. No one, including An Luo himself, thought that he can reach the level of ordinary people's genes The rating was actually able to match Cohen's SS+, even the matching degree reached 98%.

What is the concept of 98%?You must know that the genetic match between Queen Catherine and the Great Emperor is only 95%, and the genes of the three princes they gave birth to are all at a level against the sky. It is conceivable that if An Luo and Cohen have children...

This is also the fundamental reason why the Normand family finally let go, but they still took a wrong step. When Harold asked Cohen to marry An Luo, Cohen didn't say anything, nodded coldly among a pile of documents, and even a little There was no slight change in expression.

Harold knew that Cohen was not opposed to An Luo, nor was he opposed to marriage. It didn't matter to him whether he married or not, who he married, or whether he was a man or a woman. He didn't care, not even his pillow. Not to mention a sweetheart, it's just an extra pair of chopsticks at home, or a "home" that doesn't even need to go back.

Wen Yan smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper, put the diary with cryptic but heartfelt words back in a dark corner, locked it, and got up.

No matter for An Luo or himself, divorce may be a more suitable choice. Needless to say, An Luo is the same. He put himself too low, and it was unequal from the beginning. Waiting is not the difference in identity or genetics, but the gap in emotion. He is deceiving himself and others, and he can't say the four words "I like you". He married Cohen at the worst time, but Cohen didn't know what Do not know at all.

What can An Luo wait for?Pitiful?Sympathy?Neither, nor will there be.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to cover his heart, and said sorry softly. He knew that if it was An Luo, he would never say the word "divorce", but it was too tiring. The only star in his heart was not I will give him a little light, let alone illuminate him. Only by peeling off those ashes with my own hands, can I have enough confidence to make a new choice.

Maybe by then the lights won't be lights anymore either.

Wen Yan chose a black coat from the closet. Inside it was a milky white sweater with a half-high collar and black overalls. With that beautiful face that was almost sharp, it looked like "no strangers are allowed in" The sense of distance, the moment he went downstairs, Wen Yan could clearly feel the condensed and suffocating atmosphere below.

"Good morning, madam." The housekeeper put his hand on his neck and bent over to say hello, and the servants behind followed him as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Wen Yan was not lightly responding to the word "madam", so he raised his eyes and said coldly: "Don't call me madam."

Not now, and probably never will be.

"Okay, master, do you want to eat?" The butler changed his words without any hesitation without asking why, "Master Terry is here."

特里·诺曼德，科恩的表弟，也是诺曼德家族年纪最小、最“游手好闲”的小辈，当初安洛要嫁给科恩的时候，扬言要套麻袋揍安洛一顿，要不是哈Rhodes intervened, and An Luo might really want to attend the wedding with a bright face.

The child's greatest pleasure is to trouble An Luo, but Wen Yan can feel that An Luo doesn't hate him, because this is the only person in the Normand family who has shown any affection to An Luo except for Harold. Even ignoring is not agreeing.

"Morning." Wen Yan walked over lazily with his hands in his pockets. When he walked around Terry's position, he reached over his head and took the coffee from his side, and said to the butler, "Warm a glass of milk." Come."

"You don't care what I drink!" Terry paused, blushing and slammed on the table, "This is my home, I can drink whatever I want."

Wen Yan didn't answer, but lowered his head and cut the bread seriously.

Terry took a peek at Wen Yan, and clenched his fists in doubt. Normally, this person should have yelled "This is my home too", why did he act like he didn't hear it today? Did he not sleep well? ?

"Would you like to drink it or not?" Wen Yan took the milk from the butler, without giving it to Terry, and said softly, "This is for me."

"Children only drink milk." Terry ran up to Wen Yan, and downed the coffee in two or three gulps in front of him, as if drinking it specially for Wen Yan, but he couldn't breathe because he drank too much. Come up, spray all over the napkin covering Wen Yan's leg with a "cough".

Everyone around stopped moving, and even the butler, who had always acted calmly and calmly, took a step forward, trying to protect Terry. Offending An Luo would be nothing more than a slap in the face. If Terry Being beaten by An Luo at Admiral Cohen's house, the matter would become a big mess. One was an outsider who tried his best not to be recognized, and the other was the most favored junior of the Normand family. It was clear at a glance which was more serious.

As Terry said, this is Normand's house, but not his An Luo's.

Wen Yan was angry and funny, looking at the little frog poking and bouncing in front of him, the gloom accumulated for a long time dissipated for a while.He wiped his hands lightly, and took the handkerchief to wipe the coffee stains around Terry's mouth, "Why are you drinking in such a hurry."

"I don't like to drink this, so I won't compete with you." Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and said.

When Wen Yan's fingertips touched Terry's chin, he came back to his senses like an electric shock. Maybe the milk in the cup was scalding hot, so Wen Yan's fingertips also had a faint warmth. , warm, fragrant, this person seems to be...a bit good-looking.

Terry shook his head, flushed and pulled the handkerchief from Wen Yan's hand, "Don't...don't touch me, who do you think you are!"

"Yes, yes, as long as you are happy, young master." Wen Yan straightened up, pointed to the empty cup and said to the butler, "Let's make another cup."

The butler frowned and got stuck, and it took a while to bend down to answer, but he was stopped by Terry before taking two steps, and when he turned around, he heard a faltering "No more coffee."

"What would you like to drink, young master?" the butler said kindly.

"Whatever...whatever." Terry said angrily, why couldn't the housekeeper understand what he meant!

Wen Yan glanced at Terry, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a light arc. After replacing the mottled napkin on his feet, he said casually: "Don't bother, just milk."

The butler waited for a while, but didn't hear Terry's "Who do you think you are, do you want to decide what I want to drink", before he bent down and said "Yes".

The servants not far away looked at each other in blank dismay. There seemed to be something different about today's madam, without the annoying arrogance. Although she still had the look of "don't get close to strangers", her brows and eyes seemed to be softer and vivid. Very pure.

"Why do you always look at me?" Terry stared at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan calmly took a sip of milk, "You don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you, besides, I didn't look at you."

Wen Yan pointed to the floating screen behind Terry that was showing the newsletter, proving that he did not look at Terry.

At this moment, the floating screen suddenly inserted a new newsletter - "Admiral Cohen returns to China to attend the Port Port Conference", Wen Yan's men paused, raised his head with a frown, and said, "He's back? "

"Yeah, just today," Terry poked a sausage with a fork, raised his voice in shock, "don't you know?"

When he saw Wen Yan's drooping eyes and slightly stiff fingers, he realized that he had said something wrong, scratched his head and quickly added: "Brother is too busy, in fact, we also know from the news, don't... "

Wen Yan nodded without emotion, for a moment Terry didn't know whether or how much Wen Yan believed, and he didn't know how to comfort this nominal sister-in-law.

It couldn't be better for Cohen to come back at this time, Wen Yan thought to himself, all he has to do now is to quickly draw up the divorce agreement, judging from the relationship between the two, they can leave without saying anything even on the day of their wedding, and they probably disdain the idea of ​​"divorce" even more. Make time for things.

"After eating, let the housekeeper take you back." Wen Yan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "I have something to do later, so I can't take you with me."

"You don't want to go to see brother!" Terry quickly got up and ran to Wen Yan, "You can't go, brother Coen will be angry if you go there like this, and uncles and aunts will scold you when they find out."

"And those nasty ghosts of the Oggyatt family are also there, have you forgotten what they said about you last time!"

It is said that your inferior gene is nothing but giving birth to children, and there is no difference between a man living like this and dying.

Terry didn't say the second half of the sentence. He actually didn't understand what bad genes were, but he understood "death". After death, he would never see him again. Just like grandma, he didn't want to do this.

And that day he heard the man crying loudly. Although he had no tears or red eyes, Terry could hear clearly that the man was crying.

Crying hysterically, crying very sadly, it was also from that day that Terry wanted to come and accompany him, because Teacher Belinda said that he should protect his family well. He married Brother Cohen, who is their Normand family. people.

It was as if a small fan was fanning gently in Wen Yan's heart, gently hugging those silent little scars, he suddenly understood why An Luo liked Terry, because children's love and dislike are always very simple, There are no dirty suspicions and unreasonable prejudices. In those sinful sins, they pass by and touch unintentionally, but they carry their unique clean breath.

In fact, Cohen is no longer An Luo's light, and An Luo has no light. If you have to count, the little guy in front of you may be a bit more qualified.

Wen Yan slowly squatted down to keep at the same height as Terry. He reached out and rubbed the little head in front of him, and said with a smile, "Are you worried about me?"

Terry took a step back, the man was too close!

"No...no, I'm afraid Brother Coen will be angry." Terry clenched his fists and roared, "I'll go wherever you go!"

Don't be bullied by those annoying ghosts!

"I want to watch over you for Brother Cohen!" Terry continued.

Watch him for Cohen?Wen Yan laughed a little self-deprecatingly, even if An Luo really caused some trouble, then Cohen was supporting the Normand family, not him An Luo.

"Then let's go, little general." Wen Yan stood up and stretched out his hand towards Terry.

Terry blushed again, and muttered "Who wants you to hold me" in a voice that Wen Yan dared not hear, while reaching out his hand obediently.

Wen Yan made an appointment with a consultant in advance, because the whole empire knew about him and Cohen. He was the one who wanted to get married at the beginning, and now he was the one who wanted to get divorced. Instead of going through the "manual" channel, I made an appointment with an intelligent robot.

Wen Yan didn't care whether the divorce documents in hand were up to standard. In his opinion, as long as the Normand family knew that he was the one who filed the divorce, they could easily occupy the moral high ground and tell the whole empire that they had done their best.

At that time, let alone a divorce document that has passed the examination and approval. In order to save face, An Luo should not lose a single point. Now what Wen Yan needs is something to prove that he is not joking, so the divorce document Neither content geometry nor clause geometry matter.

When Wen Yan came out of the management office, Terry was sitting on a rocking chair shaking his short legs.

"You left me here alone for half an hour," Terry looked up at Wen Yan, his tone of grievance was undisguised.

"Didn't you tell me to wait for me on the aircraft? Why did you run out alone?" Wen Yan touched Terry's head apologetically, "May I apologize to you?"

"What is this?" Terry pointed to the envelope in Wen Yan's hand, "Can I read it?"

"Okay." Wen Yan was about to hand it to him as a gesture. He knew the temperament of this little overlord. The more he refused to show it, the more he wanted to see it. Stretching out his hand to hold the seal, he said softly: "I want to give you Brother Coen, I don't know what's inside, I'm afraid he will get angry so I dare not look at it, since you want to open it, then you can give it to him, how about it?"

"Brother Cohen's?" Terry stopped moving as expected.

Wen Yan nodded, it was indeed for Cohen, and he was not deceiving children.

"Then I don't want it." Terry pouted, "It must be boring, let's go, I want to play in Kecher City."

There are many aircrafts in the main city, and there are also many pedestrians on the road. There are even top-level carriages for viewing and sightseeing. Wen Yan was afraid of being recognized, so he deliberately wore a hat to cover it up. Don't take the flying machine and run around with short legs, Wen Yan almost didn't keep up.

The moment Terry let go of Wen Yan's hand, an out-of-control carriage suddenly rushed out from behind the statue of the Great Emperor, and screams came from all directions on the street, sharp and ear-piercing, hitting everyone hard.

Wen Yan's heart suddenly hung up, watching the galloping carriage getting closer and closer to Terry, there was no time to react, he rushed forward and turned around to hold Terry tightly in his arms, he was even ready to "die" at this moment Plane preparation.

But in the next second, he felt that he was also being held in someone's arms, and the strength restraining him by his hands seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Wen Yan didn't know whether he was in pain from the fall or was held tightly. pain.

Due to this collision, the seal was opened long ago, and the precautions and agreements inside were scattered all over the floor, and the wind blowing across the street swayed. In this embarrassing situation, Wen Yan He heard a low and hoarse voice from behind, "Do you want a divorce?"

Wen Yan was shocked, it was Cohen.