Everyone else is lying that my wife is my enemy

Xiao Liang drove Wen Rong back, and Sister Qing sat beside her, talking with her about the people attending the banquet.

Wen Rong cheered up this time and carefully wrote down the identities of these people.

"There are many well-known directors at the party. I will chat with them and see if I can get you a role. I hope the company has no chance." Sister Qing said.

"Ok."

Sister Qing nodded, and suddenly asked, "How about the evening dress?"

Wen Rong thought for a while, "Let's just do whatever we usually do."

"Oh, fluffy, don't wear a dress that you've worn once." Sister Qing slapped her forehead regretfully, "Damn it, you've been sick for the past few days, so I didn't care about the party."

They used to choose their evening gowns in advance, but now they don't have enough time to choose carefully.

"Whatever, just go and buy an expensive one."

Isn't it more expensive?

"You don't understand, the evening dress should not only show your temperament, but also show it to the makeup artist, help you think about the makeup in advance, and avoid hitting the shirt."

Sister Qing realized that there was not enough time, so she quickly took out her mobile phone to discuss related matters with the dress partner.

Within a few minutes, Sister Qing frowned, revealing all the wrinkles.

"Damn it." Sister Qing thought something was wrong, "After your accident, many brands are unwilling to rent evening dresses to you."

Wen Rong was not in a hurry, "Then let's buy one."

"Silly, how much do you earn and spend a year? This reception is attended by big shots. You have a bad reputation recently. The dress you wear cannot be criticized."

Wen Rong couldn't understand, it was just a skirt, it was fine if it wasn't a pirated version, so why should I be so particular about it?

"Will people scold you for being poor in skirts?" Wen Rong was surprised.

"You will be compared by others. Others wear famous brand haute couture, but you are not. How can this work?"

Wen Rong squeezed her face with both hands, "Aren't I a little bitch? No one cares about me."

Xiaoliang, Sister Qing: ...Why do you have self-knowledge at this moment?

Sister Qing thought that Wen Rong was stunned after all, so it's not good to blame her for her ignorance. As a manager, she could only help her rent skirts with difficulty.

No, not just dresses, but jewellery, too.

Originally, the jewels were sponsored by Fairview, but now Wen Rong and Fairview are at odds, causing big/trouble again.

Unlike Sister Qing who was so anxious that her head would erupt like a volcano, Xiao Liang was annoyed by the traffic jam, Wen Rong calmly looked at the scenery flashing by outside the window, admiring the blue sky and white clouds, and the heavy traffic.

Wen Rong looked away and found that Sister Qing's face was gloomy, so she patted her on the shoulder and kindly reminded: "It's okay, I won't go if it's a big deal."

Sister Qing sighed, "I will try harder."

Wen Rong looked down at the phone, and unexpectedly found that "Jin Rong" had sent her another message.

【Is your evening dress ready for the reception? 】

Wen Rong was surprised that Mrs. Zhang was so caring?

Wen Rong: [Sister Qing is very anxious, maybe I won't be able to participate because I don't have a dress. 】

Jinrong: 【Do you want my help? 】

Wenrong:?

Is Mrs. Zhang so awesome in the background?

【No need to bother you. 】

Auntie Zhang, as a nanny, should be less aware of the need for evening dresses for celebrities than she is, so she tactfully refused.

Unavoidably, Mrs. Zhang was disappointed, so she sent several emoji packs, and felt that it was not enough, so she continued to turn the pages to find emoji packs.

As a result, I never expected that there are countless emoticons of her in the column of my favorites.

Wen Rong nodded casually, and sent a "I'm the cutest" emoji.

Wen Rong quickly withdrew.

【Made a mistake. 】

Then added a jpg of her "sorry".

"Sister Qing, why do I have so many emoticons?" Wen Rong was surprised by her words, but her expression was happy.

Co-authored her to make emoticons when she had nothing to do in the past?

Sister Qing didn't turn her head back, "Oh, you became popular because of the emoji. You don't have any real fans, but you have a lot of emoji fans."

Wen Rong opened her eyes wide, "I'm amazing."

Xiaoliang, Sister Qing: ...As expected of being a gentle and gentle person.

·

Back at the apartment, Mrs. Zhang prepared the meal and waited at the dining table. Wen Rong smelled the delicious food on the table, hurriedly went to the kitchen to wash her hands, and came back to sit down to eat.

Picking up a piece of tender beef and putting it in his mouth, Wen Rong chewed it, with an intoxicated expression on his face, "Wow, Mrs. Zhang, your cooking skills are really good."

Mrs. Zhang laughed cheerfully, "Of course."

In the middle of eating, Wen Rong thought of Mrs. Zhang paying close attention to her dress on her mobile phone, so she said, "I probably won't be able to attend the reception tomorrow night."

Mrs. Zhang was surprised, "What's the matter, is someone not allowing you to go?"

Wen Rong shook her head, and the high ponytail swayed mischievously.

"No, Sister Qing said that there are no evening gowns that are on the stage, and she also said that she needs to be good and unique. In short, she can't lose the limelight."

Hearing this, Aunt Zhang put down her chopsticks and said "I'll help you".

"It's okay, what are you afraid of? Are you still short of clothes?"

Wen Rong was surprised, could Mrs. Zhang really be a hidden big shot?

"Someone will give you clothes in the afternoon, and you are guaranteed to be the most dazzling person at the reception!"

Wen Rong was shocked. Aunt Zhang was so confident in what she said, she had to believe it.

It turns out that the novel is true, the more low-key a person is, the better he is.

After lunch, after Wen Rong took her medicine and took a nap, Mrs. Zhang took out her mobile phone, sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, with a majestic expression, and her eyes fell on the old drama about the ethics of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law being played on TV.

"Ouyang, I have something to do." Mrs. Zhang was like a spy.

"What's the matter?" The other party said lazily.

Mrs. Zhang is intimidating, "Miss needs an evening dress and jewelry, and I have to give her a face. You can make it fast, and they must be delivered before tonight!"

"Yes!" The other party's voice was loud, with 12 points of energy.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Rong was sitting in front of the computer watching a costume drama she had acted in, when Mrs. Zhang knocked on the door, holding three large bags that were exquisitely packaged.

"Fluff, this is your evening dress."

Wen Rong happily took it, and praised: "Sister-in-law Zhang, you are my fairy godmother."

"You will be the most beautiful girl tomorrow night."

Wen Rong opened the box and opened her mouth wide, "It's so beautiful, does it cost a lot of money?"

"It's okay." Mrs. Zhang said lightly, it wasn't her money anyway.

We didn't see the brand logo on the warm velvet. The texture of the clothes is very good, and the fabric is comfortable, so it shouldn't be bad.

She sent a message to Sister Qing that she already had an evening dress.

Sister Qing: [Where did it come from? 】

Wen Rong: [Sister Zhang found it. 】

Sister Qing didn't reply for a long time.

Wen Rong took the opportunity to post a Moments, praising Mrs. Zhang who solved the problem for her.

[My fairy godmother sent me an evening dress, will the reception tomorrow live up to my expectations. jpg]

Jinrong was the first to like it.

Mrs. Zhang was looking at the phone calmly, without the excitement Wen Rong imagined.

It is worthy of being a bully boss hidden among the people.

Sister Qing sent a message.

【Well, since you like it, that's fine. Bring clothes to the company tomorrow. 】

Just as Wen Rong was about to reply, Mrs. Zhang raised her head and said to her, "Rong Rong, a stylist will come here to do your makeup tomorrow."

"That will cost a lot of money?" Wen Rong didn't want Mrs. Zhang to spend any more money.

"I don't need money, it's just your good sister who played with you since childhood, a little girl who can put powder on her face." Mrs. Zhang waved her hand.

Wen Rong's eyes lit up, her good sister?

"Sister Zhang, do you know my friend?" Wen Rong was surprised.

Mrs. Zhang had an expression of "how could I not know?", "Of course."

"Then do you know my family?"

"Isn't your father just Wen Tianheng?" Mrs. Zhang thought about Wen Rong's amnesia after all, and said thoughtfully, "They are very busy, and you usually don't want to disturb them."

"Then why don't they come to visit me?"

Mrs. Zhang shook her head, "I don't know about that."

Wen Rong was a little disappointed, lowered her head, and suddenly didn't want to know who her family was.

After so many days of the car accident, I haven't come to her or sent a message of greetings.

"Am I abandoned by my family?" Wen Rong asked sullenly.

Mrs. Zhang comforted her: "Of course not."

Wen Rong regained some vitality, "Then is there a reason for them?"

"It's because you seldom contact them."

Wen Rong: ...So it was her own fault.

Don't even dare to inquire about the past.

In case she had been on bad terms with her family in the past, and now she has amnesia and goes back, she won't be scolded for what she deserves, right?

If they didn't come to see her, they probably hated her very much.

Auntie Zhang didn't notice Wen Rong's psychological changes, and hurriedly left the bedroom when she heard the sound of the advertisement outside.

Wen Rong didn't continue to think about it, the sadness only persisted in her heart for a while, and then happily went to the chair to watch the costume drama.

·

At night, Wen Rong looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, and the phone rang.

An unfamiliar phone number, Wen Rong answered vigilantly, put the phone to his ear, and a voice as cold as the moon came into his ears.

"Fluff."

It was obviously a light voice, but it made Wen Rong's heart itch.

"Gu Jin." Wen Rong replied.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Rong looked at a small star, "I'm looking at the stars."

Gu Jin laughed softly, "I think we are looking at the same star."

"Oh?" Wen Rong was surprised, "Not necessarily, there are three stars in the sky."

"I'm downstairs."

Wen Rong looked down from the window, and there was indeed a tall figure under the streetlight.

She recognized Gu Jin almost immediately.

This outline is like a blurred figure in the mind.

Wen Rong choked, unable to speak, her body reacted faster, and she ran towards the door without even hanging up the phone.

She was wearing slippers and pajamas, her curly hair was draped behind her, her panting rate increased, and she kept breathing.

Hearing Wen Rong's anxious walking, Gu Jin didn't speak, just stood quietly and looked towards the door.

Under the night, she was quiet and desolate, still wearing a suit and leather shoes, a high collar shirt, elegant and abstinent.

Soon, Wen Rong, who was wearing a pink polka-dot pajamas, opened the door of the apartment and came out. Her hair was slightly messy, and a few long hairs blocked her eyes. Wen Rong didn't care to brush it away. Her bright eyes reminded Gu Jin of the stars in the sky.

"Why did you come down?" Gu Jin asked.

Wen Rong scratched his neck, and the night wind blew by, his back was sweating a little because he came down in a hurry, and it felt cool in an instant.

"It's cold outside." Gu Jin reminded warmly.

"How did you come?"

Gu Jin handed a bag in his hand to Wen Rong.

"For you."

Wen Rong was surprised, "Are you here to give me something?"

The bag is lightweight and comes in a square box.

"No." Gu Jin said in a low voice, his pupils melting into the dark night.

"I came here to see you."

Wen Rong's ears were slightly hot, and she lowered her head, "How did you know I would come down?"

Gu Jin laughed softly, looking down at her thin nightgown, a pair of white and thin straight legs, and the ten toes on the blue slippers are also quite cute.

"Even if you can't see it, it doesn't matter."

With a soft tone and raised red lips, like an angel who is willing to sink, willing to everything.

Wen Fu's eyelashes trembled, she pinched the rope on the bag tightly, and responded muffledly: "I won't let you wait in the night wind."

Although Gu Jin's figure was not thin and bleak, she just didn't want Gu Jin to be alone.

Just like she hates being alone, she doesn't want Gu Jin to be alone.

"I know, you are the one who cares most about me." Gu Jin's voice softened a bit.

Wen Rong raised her eyes slightly, her eyes met, she saw Gu Jin's eyes reflecting her own face.

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