President Husband, it's too sweet

There are a lot of cars in Rong Yang's garage, Wen Yan came here for the first time, and he was a little frightened.

Wen Yan touched a Rolls-Royce next to him. This car is a limited edition. It was discontinued a long time ago. How did Rong Yang get it?

"Rong Yang, you have so many cars."

Looking at the cars in the garage, Wen Yan felt that he had misunderstood Rong Yang.

Rong Yang is so rich?

"Are all your customers sending you?"

Wen Yan really can't imagine that a client is so generous, with luxury cars and houses.

Seeing Wen Yan's look about to be stupid, Rong Yang slightly curled his lips, "What do you think?"

Just when Rong Yang thought that this little idiot was finally going to guess correctly, Wen Yan said: "Rong Yang, you were taken care of by an old man before, and then the old man had no heir, so after he died, you were taken care of by him." All the property was given to you?"

"Rong Yang, could it be that I'm right?" Wen Yan looked at Rong Yang silently, a little skeptical, could it be that Rong Yang is really what he said.

Rong Yang didn't speak, because he was shocked by the rich imagination in Wen Yan's head.

How can you avoid the correct answer every time and find a plausible reasoning?

Rong Yang admired the imagination in Wen Yan's little mind.

He took down a Mercedes-Benz key, "Get in the car."

"Oh." Wen Yan looked at Rong Yang's unwillingness to mention more, could it be that he really hit the mark?

Wen Yan sat in the car, looked at Rong Yang, and asked tentatively after a while, "Rong Yang, that client of yours seems to be very kind to you."

"Yeah." Rong Yang nodded, leaving behind the little thing's look of wanting to ask but not daring to ask more.

Rong Yang couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and continued: "Be good to me."

"Oh." Wen Yan responded, pursing his lips.

There seemed to be an inexplicable sour smell in the car again.

It was the smell of vinegar after the jar was overturned.

Rong Yang found that little things are so much fun, he always finds jealousy for himself that doesn't exist.

Rong Yang was thinking that if he didn't tell Wen Yan that he was the CEO of Rong's Group, Wen Yan would find out that he was not the poor male PR that Wen Yan said or imagined in his mind.

According to Wen Yan's IQ, would it be impossible to find out in a lifetime?

It was so obvious just now, this little thing could think of such a reasonable reason.

As the car was driving, Wen Yan noticed something was wrong with the road, "Rong Yang, this is not the way home."

"Let's go buy something for your parents first." Although Wen Yan doesn't like his parents very much, at least he can't go there empty-handed.

"Oh." Wen Yan found that Rong Yang was more thoughtful than him.

— An hour later, Wen Yan held a bag in his hand, which contained a beautifully packaged men's watch and a bottle of valuable perfume, and knocked on the door of Wen Yan's house.

It was Wen Siming who came to open the door, "Brother, you are back."

After Wen Siming finished speaking, he stared at Wen Yan and Rong Yang standing at the door, to be precise, at Rong Yang beside Wen Yan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Is he my brother's husband?" Wen Siming looked at Rong Yang's handsome face and blushed slightly.

Wen Siming's eyes fell on Rong Yang's face, and he stretched out his hand, "Hello, my name is Wen Siming, and I'm Wen Yan's younger brother."

Rong Yang's indifferent gaze fell on Wen Siming's hand, and then he withdrew his gaze.

Wen Siming stretched out his hand, seeing that Rong Yang didn't intend to shake hands with him, so he took it back, and looked at Wen Yan suspiciously, "Brother?"

Wen Yan didn't expect that it was Wen Siming who came to open the door. Since he caught Wen Siming and Gu Dongyan in bed last time, he has never had any contact with Wen Siming.

No, no, last time in the bar, Wen Yan was working part-time, and there was a scene of Wen Siming and Gu Dongyan hugging together.

"Don't call me brother, I'm not qualified to be your brother." A trace of coldness flashed across Wen Yan's eyes.

He is not qualified to be Wen Siming's brother who is like a hypocritical little flower.

Wen Siming's face turned pale for a moment, as if aggrieved, he looked at Wen Yan and shouted again: "Brother."

From a young age, Wen Siming knew how to successfully play the weak role and survive in this family.

He was very successful. After Wen Yan's mother passed away and Xia Yuling moved in at home, he was able to stay at home successfully, unlike him, who was sent out.

Of course, maybe Xia Yuling didn't take Wen Siming seriously at all, because he was insignificant, and the only one who could really threaten Xia Yuling's son, Wen Sirui, was Wen Yan.

Because, he is the legitimate young master of the Wen Group.

Now that he is married, Xia Yuling's plan has succeeded.

However, what Wen Yan didn't expect was that they would not let go of the last remaining value in him.

Using his mother's relics to force him to submit, "Hey, Yanyan??? You're back." Xia Yuling's voice came from the living room.

Wen Yan heard the kindness in Xia Yuling's voice, but what he recalled in his mind was Xia Yuling's hypocritical face. He clenched his hands tightly, and a trace of resentment crept up from the bottom of his heart.

Because he knew that he was going to meet Wen Jianguo again soon, Wen Yan felt a little nervous for no reason, the deep impression left by him in the past was too strong and indelible.

At this moment, Wen Yan felt his hand being held.

— A pair of warm hands wrapped his, and Wen Yan looked at Rong Yang.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Rong Yang smiled slightly, "Let's go, let's go in."

Wen Siming's eyes fell on Wen Yan and Rong Yang's hands, and then looked at Rong Yang's handsome face. Rong Yang looked extraordinary, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance. Wen Siming couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Didn't it mean that the boss of Hongtu that Wen Yan married was a middle-aged bald man with a big belly?

Why did Wen Yan walk in with a handsome young man, holding hands?

Wen Siming didn't quite understand.

Xia Yuling originally thought that she would see Hongtu's boss, but she didn't expect Wen Yan to walk in with an extremely handsome man.

Rong Yang's appearance was so superior that Xia Yuling couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Xia Yuling had seldom seen such a handsome man. Compared with Wen Jianguo's middle-aged fat and big belly, this man in front of him really made people feel happy.

"Yanyan, who is this?" Xia Yuling's eyes fell on Rong Yang, looking him up and down.

Wen Yan doesn't like the eyes of these people on Rong Yang, they are like wolves and tigers, wishing to eat Rong Yang, Wen Yan frowned, standing on Rong Yang, "He is my husband."

"Husband? Yanyan, I remember your husband one by one." Xia Yuling was a little surprised.

"You remember my husband is a middle-aged bald old man, don't you?" Wen Yan sneered. Of course Xia Yuling remembered that her husband was a middle-aged bald and pot-bellied old man. It was Xia Yuling who was blowing the pillow wind in Wen Jianguo's ear , Wen Jianguo sold him without hesitation.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Xia Yuling's eyes, but she still had a smile on her face, "Yanyan, stop making trouble, who is he? Is he your friend?"

Looking at Xia Yuling's fake smile, Wen Yan felt nauseated.

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't speak, the smile on Xia Yuling's face froze slightly, "Yanyan, did Rong Lin follow you home?"

At this time, Wen Jianguo came down from upstairs with a smile on his face, "Is Rong Lin here?"

"Jianguo." Xia Yuling frowned, "Wen Yan, he one by one" Hearing Xia Yuling's tone, Wen Jianguo glanced at the people in the living room again, and frowned, "Why, Rong Lin didn't come?"

Xia Yuling continued: "Yanyan only brought one friend back."

The original smile on Wen Jianguo's face disappeared, and he was furious, "Wen Yan, didn't I tell you to bring Rong Lin back?"

"What are you doing back alone?"

Seeing Wen Jianguo's furious appearance, Wen Yan thought it was funny, what was he doing back alone?

Although they knew for a long time that they didn't care about him at all anyway, they only cared about his utility value, but these words still pierced Wen Yan's heart.

Rong Yang sat down and pulled Wen Yan to his seat. Seeing Wen Yan's red eyes, he comforted him: "It's okay, it will be fine."

Wen Jianguo was teaching Wen Yan a lesson, but was interrupted by someone. He looked at the stranger and asked with some displeasure, "Who are you?"

Seeing Wen Jianguo's attention fell on him, Rong Yang leaned back a little, sat with his legs crossed, put his hands on the edge of the sofa, and looked directly at Wen Jianguo, "Hello, father-in-law, I am Wen Yan's husband."

Wen Jianguo looked Rong Yang up and down. He looked like a boy with a white face, but his sitting posture was not frivolous, but a bit grand, "My son-in-law is Rong Lin, who are you?"

"My name is Rong Yang."

Surname Rong?

Wen Jianguo and Xia Yuling looked at each other, the Rong family?

Could it be that Wen Yan is not married to Rong Lin, but to another member of the Rong family?

"Oh, your surname is Rong too?" Xia Yuling stared at Rong Yang's beautiful side face, and said with some joy, "That's right, only the Rong family can have such a handsome young man, what a young talent."

"What's your relationship with Rong Lin?" Wen Jianguo's eyes flashed a gleam of joy.

"Sorry, I don't have any relationship with Rong Lin, it just happens to be Rong." Rong Lin is just a dog kept by the old man, and Rong Yang has nothing to do with him.

However, the reason why Rong Yang made this sentence clear to Wen Jianguo was because he knew that Wen Jianguo would definitely associate a lot after hearing this surname, but Rong Yang didn't want to give them so many associations.

Sure enough, after Wen Jianguo heard these words, his face froze slightly.

"Then who are you?"

Rong Yang said with a smile: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that Wen Yan is mine."

Wen Yan sat beside Rong Yang, watching Wen Jianguo's face getting darker and darker, with one hand on the belt around his waist, feeling a little worried.

"He's a publicist!" At this moment, an angry voice sounded from behind.