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The internal decisions of the Qi family have not been passed on to the Wen family for the time being, so for the time being, the Wen family has maintained the scene where everyone is performing their duties and having fun.

Wen Rong was at work, Xue Mei was at work, and Wen Cha was meeting with Edward.

After filming the commercial, he suddenly became idle and had nothing to do. He stayed in Edward's studio all morning, hooted all the expensive and priceless violins of the other party, and forced the great musician to listen to the wood he had sawed all morning. , In the euphemistic name of asking the other party to accompany him to find inspiration.

Now he is finally a little tired, and he went to drink some water during the intermission.

Under several hours of sonic attacks and mental torture, Edward could no longer maintain his demeanor and felt that his ears were about to bleed, he almost drilled words through his teeth: "Xiaocha, have you found inspiration yet? "

Wen Cha sighed faintly, his bright eyes full of helplessness: "Oh, not yet, you have to know that inspiration is always something you can't ask for."

Edward took a deep breath, his brows were full of violence and anger.

Edward's pursuit of music is so strict that he can't control his emotions.

It stands to reason that he can hold his breath, but his inspiration has stagnated after receiving treatment recently, and the magic sound of warm tea permeated his ears, making his nerves chaotic, and his whole body is like a wild beast that is about to explode.

Wen Cha is not afraid: "Calm down Edward, I can call an ambulance for you if you feel unwell."

And he had an electric baton in his coat pocket, and he could give him electric shock education in self-defense at any time.

Edward's eyes were full of inquiry: "Xiaocha, did you really write "The Gate of Life?"

Wen Cha also said yes and didn't say no, but asked instead: "You can't find out that it's someone else, right?"

If it can be found that it was not written by Wen Cha, how could Edward spend so much time with Wen Cha?

His dark green pupils met with warm tea's amber eyes for a moment, then moved away after a while and laughed softly: "I believe you. But Xiaocha, why are you venting your anger on me all of a sudden?"

He made a look of sudden realization: "Is it because of the interview? It's useless for me to write that song, I just want to do a favor for Le Shui. However, I'm surprised that you can recognize it as my handwriting. "

"Edward." Wen Cha smiled at him, like a whisper in sympathy, "I must be the person who understands you best in this world."

"I'm touched by these words." Edward's expression remained the same, his expression calm.

They are like hunters facing each other, waiting for the day when the other party steps into the trap and becomes the prey.

Warm tea is one of Edward's biggest rewards from his trip to China, and it is worth a lot of his hard work.He took the lead to look away and let out a long sigh: "Okay, I have to admit, my mind is not pure, I want to watch the fun, I'm sorry for hurting you, I will change it, there will be no next time."

His apology is very, very sincere, enough to deceive many people who don't know him well enough, but Wencha is not among them.

"It's okay, your aid didn't pose a threat to me." Wen Cha said contemptuously, ignoring his tricks, as if he didn't pay attention to his actions at all.

Edward's eyes darkened. The first time he felt frustrated in a field other than art was on Wen Cha. That novel experience was eager to try in his blood, clamoring for something.

Wen Cha said: "However, even if there is no threat, I am still very unhappy. I will definitely continue to come and poison your ears."

He is a little tired, he has always been a doting person, and the purpose of going out has been achieved, so it is time to pack up and leave.

Edward's smile broke as he recalled the ordeal.

The time Wen Cha spent with him today ended here: "Goodbye Edward, I will invite you to appreciate my masterpiece next time."

Before Edward could respond, Wen Cha opened the door of the studio without hesitation and left.

The soothing fragrance from the tip of the nose gradually dissipated, Edward's expression gradually cooled down, and the pain swept over the nerve endings. He bent down and twisted his face, and swung the bottles and cans off the table.

The colored paints were mixed together and splashed on the floor and walls, colorful and colorful, like a clown's color scheme, smelly and dazzling.

Trembling, he took out a painkiller from his arms, supported the edge of the wall, looked at Wen Cha's figure standing by the roadside painfully and greedily, always feeling that something was out of his control.

An hour ago, Wen Rong specifically asked about Wen Cha's schedule and said that he would come to pick him up.

After the familiar car came into view, Wen Cha got into the co-pilot, and happily greeted Wen Rong: "Brother, good afternoon, shall we have dinner together?"

Wen Rong stared ahead, fine-tuned the steering wheel and answered him after passing the traffic lights: "Just now, my mother said that there is a dinner party suddenly, and we will go too."

"Okay." Warm tea adjusted the radio channel, and pure piano music slowly flowed to purify the soul.

He saw the wood for an hour just now, and his ears hurt from hearing it. This move is for injuring the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred. Next time, he will have to think of other tricks.

With that, let his little cousin Xue Jiu, who is also learning to play the violin, record it and force Edward to listen to it. What a good idea!

The phone rang several times, Wen Cha glanced at the screen and seemed to twitch his lips a little, and decisively clicked to reject the call.

After repeated two or three times, Wen Rong frowned: "Harassing phone calls?"

Warm tea was noncommittal.

"Just block it." Wen Rong didn't have that much patience with strangers.

Wen Cha smiled inexplicably: "I don't want to part with it."

He turned his phone to silent and put it away, and continued to ask for details related to the dinner:

"Did mom say something?"

Wen Rong shook his head: "Wen Xingsheng seems to have gone too."

They don't care about Wen Xingsheng calling him dad now, they just call him by his first name.

The last time after Wen Xingsheng rushed out in a panic, he lived in an apartment under his private name for several days and did not wait for anyone to come to him. Finally, he ran home in desperation, and Wang Ma turned his head in front of Wen Xingsheng. A big white eye, expressing everyone's disdain.

He seemed to understand that no one cared about him from the beginning to the end, so he was honest for several days.

The destination is a well-known restaurant in City C.

Responding to the message from Xue Mei, Wen Cha said to the waiter leading the way: "Take us to Yunshui Pavilion, please."

The Yunshui Pavilion lives up to its name, the cubicles are surrounded by water, and a thin layer of mist forms on the water surface, like clouds on the ground.

Opening the wooden carved door, Wen Cha let out a soft "wow" in his heart.

Xue Mei with a gentle smirk, Wen Xingsheng with a fake smirk, Qi Junhao with an affectionate smirk, and the second child and second wife of the Qi family who are examining the smirk.

He likes to call it a feast of smirks.

It looks like a Hongmen banquet.

He and Wen Rong exchanged glances, and sat down beside Xue Mei.

"Xiaocha, I always hear Junhao mentioning you, and I finally saw you today." The second lady waved her well-maintained hand lightly, without so much patience, she chose to go straight to the point, "Do you still remember, I put That jade bracelet is for you."

"Remember." Warm tea answered.

Hearing from Qi Junhao that it was the daughter-in-law of the Qi family's second wife, after getting the warm tea, he immediately put it in the box to eat ashes.To be honest, the transparency of that jade bracelet is not as good as the gift Wen Cha received on his birthday. This family heirloom is too shabby.

The second lady concealed a deep look in her eyes.She prefers the delicate beauty of Wen Leshui compared to the overly flamboyant warm tea that reminds her of a vixen.

But there is no way, whoever makes Wen Leshui disappoint, can't help the second room.But she just needs to pretend for a little while, when Wen Cha gets married, she is a mother-in-law, so it doesn't matter how much she teases him.

"The marriage of our two families has been settled early, but they both said that we must cultivate ourselves first to bring peace to the family, so we invited our in-laws here to talk about Junhao and Xiaocha's marriage." The second lady said.

From the first time he met the second room of the Qi family, Wen Cha knew that the topic of the conversation must be marriage. After all, he is now in the limelight, like a potential stock that is rising in value on a rocket. How could profit-seeking businessmen miss the opportunity to buy? Woolen cloth.

Xue Mei's vague premonition came true, and she immediately took countermeasures.

She raised her smiling face, but what she said was to evade: "Xiaocha is still young, only 19 years old, not yet of marriageable age."

Qi's second child retorted her words: "I know, so I thought about hosting the engagement banquet first. This year happens to be the old man's birthday, wouldn't it be great to be happy?"

Xue eyebrows slandered, and cursed in his heart: Your father's wedding has nothing to do with my family?

The people present knew well that the marriage contract based on the combination of interests, the meeting of the two families is nothing more than weighing the interests. Compared with the meeting of the in-laws, it is more like a business game, but the hypocritical people always crown it as love. The name serves as a fig leaf.

"Junhao and Xiaocha are also destined to be married. They were betrothed by the two old ladies in the womb. And the most important thing is that the two children are in love with each other." Mrs. Qi Er was the main force of the speech today, her lips painted with red lipstick Boo boo boo boo, "I know that Amei is reluctant to part with the child and wants to stay with her more, let's not say that this is just an engagement and not a marriage, and the two families are close to each other, so it doesn't matter which family Xiaocha is in."

After all, Xue Mei didn't say bluntly because she was concerned about the other party's face. In fact, she didn't look down on Qi Junhao, nor did she look down on the hypocritical behavior of the second wife of the Qi family, with a delicate face and expressionless expression, and she didn't want to cooperate with him acting.

Wen Xingsheng came out to smooth things over: "I think so too. Everyone said that they want to marry Qin and Jin. This kid Junhao has great potential. Our Xiaocha has found a good home with him."

Wen Rong sneered: "You have found a good home."

Who knows Wen Xingsheng's small plan, he wants to gain a firm foothold in Wen's company by relying on the Qi family's external force, like a pug, sticking out his tongue and rushing to lick the flesh and bones at any time.

To be honest, Wen Xingsheng's appearance is not bad, he was even very handsome when he was young, otherwise Yan Kong Xuemei would not have agreed to marry him.The Wen family's wealth is probably at the middle level in City C, which is more than enough. Wen Xingsheng has always chosen a conservative way to run the company, and the first ten years have been considered smooth.

It can be said that the biggest Waterloo in his life was defeated by his own eldest son. Wen Rong showed his business talent early on. Mr. Wen appreciated Wen Rong from the next generation, and took him by his side to teach him hand in hand.However, Wen Xingsheng, as an unbelievable son, watched Wen Rong gradually erode the power of the company under the tragic contrast of his genius grandson, so he could only look helplessly and furiously, looking for a solution everywhere.

The way of selling his son has been thought of, and Wen Leshui is willing to cooperate with Qi Junhao because he likes Qi Junhao.

There was a conflict in the public, and in the end it was definitely Wen Xingsheng who looked bad, so he tried his best to ignore Wen Rong's sarcasm, maintained a handsome expression, and sneered at everyone: "Ah Rong is reluctant to part with Xiaocha, take it out on me Woolen cloth."

The Qi family laughed in good faith together.

Wen Rong still wanted to ridicule, Xue Mei patted the back of his hand to signal him to hold back, it's easy to tell the truth if you tear your face in front of outsiders.

Wen Rong let out a breath slowly, but the muscles under his shirt still didn't relax.

In the tense atmosphere, Mrs. Qi stared at Wen Cha closely: "Xiao Cha, what are you thinking?"

All eyes focused on Wen Cha, he raised his head drinking sweet soup, and smiled slowly and shyly: "I have no objection, I listen to everyone."

No opinion means no objection.

Coupled with Wen Cha's dodging eyes and unnatural expression, anyone would think he was shy.

Just one sentence made Xue Mei die down, and the indifferent expression at first changed to sorrow, and then to firmness.

She wanted to make up for the warm tea too much, so she always felt that the warm tea deserved better, so she resisted the overtures of the second room of Qi's family.Although the Qi family has a high family background, according to her brother, Erfang's reputation in the business field is not good, and Mrs. Qi Er is not a good person to provoke.

But everything still has to be based on Wen Cha's preferences. If Wen Cha wishes, she is also willing to escort him.

The second lady smiled with satisfaction, a hint of arrogance and contempt flashed between her brows.

That's right, no matter how well packaged warm tea is, I have never seen it before. How could I refuse a chance to enter Zhongming Dingshi's House?

sizzle.

The ear-piercing sound of the iron spoon and the white porcelain plate scared the second lady into a fright, and she almost jumped up and cursed when she was in the mood to judge the warm tea.

But after discovering that the instigator was Wen Rong, she swallowed that breath abruptly.

There was a layer of frost between Wen Rong's brows, and he refused to be touched by others thousands of miles away, looking very difficult to mess with.

And it is true.The second wife of the Qi family focused on the Wen family because of Wen Rong's potential.

The Wen family's financial resources are not as good as the Qi family's, but Xue Mei gave birth to a good son. Wen Rong's ability instantly killed many children of the Qi family. It will be defeated.After marrying the Wen family, it would be great if he could join forces with Wen Rong to strengthen the second wife.

"Arong, be careful." The second lady scolded.

Wen Rong didn't raise his eyebrows, as if he didn't hear her, and regarded her as air.

Wen Cha looked around the round table, ignoring their turmoil, and said calmly, "Let's eat."

His words seemed to end all the topics.

All the people present were distracted, only the occasional clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

Wen Xingsheng was both happy and depressed.

On the one hand, he was happy that Wen Cha did not oppose him, and promised to marry the Qi family, which would allow him to smoothly advance the cooperation with the second wife of the Qi family; But if he put all his energy into teasing him, a calm dissuasion from Wen Cha could calm them down.

Heaven and Earth eat the biggest meal.

Warm tea buried in vegetables, calmly eat.Seeing him eating contentedly, the people around him who had no appetite relieved their heavy heart a lot, sighed, and reluctantly picked up chopsticks to eat a little.

The adults at the banquet were almost full of verbal swords, and it was not their turn to intervene.At the end of the dinner, after the parents of both parties had exchanged greetings, Qi Junhao, who hadn't spoken from the beginning to the end, found Wencha silently.

"Xiaocha, I have something to tell you." Qi Junhao was at the end of the group, walking side by side with Wen Cha.

Wen Cha was flipping through his phone, and there were many missed calls on the page, he nodded without hesitation, and agreed casually: "Okay."

Wen Rong's complexion behind them changed, and in the end, without saying anything, he accelerated to overtake them, and walked away indifferently.

My brother is angry.

Wen Cha sighed unconscionably in his heart, instead of catching up, he turned to Qi Junhao: "Let's go."

The road full of maple trees in the back garden of the hotel is very suitable for chatting, hanging out or taking pictures.

The footprints made a creaking sound when they stepped on the thick fallen maple. Wen Cha thought it was interesting, so he stepped on it a few times.

Qi Junhao observed Wen Cha's actions, and his tense spirit relaxed a lot.

"Haven't we seen each other for a long time?" he said.

Wen Cha was busy looking down for the beautiful maple leaves, so he didn't have time to look back, so he didn't look back: "You know that too."

The tone was as complaining and intimate as always.

Qi Junhao apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm too busy."

He is indeed very busy these few months, the boss of the Qi family in Qi's company made a mistake, and Qi Xiuzhu is plugging the loophole.His father, who is also the second child of the Qi family, took the opportunity to harvest a wave of power in the company.Due to lack of manpower, he was also assigned, and several tasks were thrown to him.He has to complete it successfully in order to gain a firm foothold in the company on the surface.

"Why do you always make the same excuses? I don't believe it." Wen Cha managed to find the largest and reddest maple leaf, and was going to take it home to make a bookmark for Xue Jiu. He carefully wrapped it in a tissue and put it back in his pocket, straightened up and took a picture Clap your hands and hum in a small temper.

Qi Junhao asked: "You?"

Wen Cha looked at him strangely: "My brother, otherwise who do you think it is?"

Qi Junhao had heard the rumors about Wen Cha and Qi Xiuzhu, so he was very sensitive in this regard.But Wen Cha's performance today reassured him to some extent.

The two families haven't discussed the engagement banquet. Originally, he thought that Wen Cha would shirk it. After all, he has been busy with his career recently and has not had time to meet and connect with Wen Cha. I don't know if Wen Cha is still as serious as before like him.Unexpectedly, Wen Cha agreed without hesitation against Xue Mei and Wen Rong.

"Xiaocha, do you really want to?" Qi Junhao asked him expectantly, his acting skills were outstanding, like a young boy waiting for his sweetheart to answer, feeling a little stupefied.

Breathing seems to be quiet at this second, and the passing wind also stops.

Qi Junhao stared at Wen Cha's face, and for a moment he was in a trance and moved, unable to tell whether what he said was a lie or the truth wrapped in a lie.

Wen Cha seemed to be thinking, and didn't give him an answer right away. When he gradually clenched his hands behind his back into fists due to nervousness and suspicion, Wen Cha smiled, stretched his brows and eyes, and replied: "Really."

Qi Junhao breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Wen Cha: "We will definitely have the happiest and most memorable engagement banquet, leave it to me."

Wen Cha smiled and nodded.

Of course it will be the most memorable.

The engagement banquet in the original book was an unforgettable nightmare for the original owner. If he wanted to help the original owner fulfill his obsession, he had to engage in a big event so that Qi Junhao would never forget it.

The two stared at each other like the happiest and most loving fiancée in the world.

Wen Cha finished her acting skills and left the stage: "Then I'll leave it to you. Make sure to decorate it beautifully and spend a lot of money."

After assigning tasks to Qi Junhao and leaving, Wen Cha felt happy for the next plan, humming a little song happily.

Feng Lindao returned to the interior of the hotel and walked out of the gate by returning the same way. Wen Cha walked with his head down. When he passed by an empty room, he was directly dragged into it.

Just before touching the solid wall, one palm rested on his shoulder blade to block possible pain.

Qi Xiuzhu's breath sprayed his ears, warm and itchy.The tone was hurried, losing the calmness and indifference of the past:

"Why didn't you answer my call?"