Wen Zhi was startled and almost thought he had heard it wrong.
Why keep a copy of this kind of thing?
He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then forced a smile: "That's good." Sitting on the sofa, he looked depressed.
Seeing that he was obviously depressed, Si Mingchen sat down next to him, took his hand and placed it on his lap: "I'll give you the original some other day."
Wen Zhi was startled, and said sincerely: "What are you doing for me? I don't need it."
Si Mingchen whispered back: "From now on, all the important things in our family will be handed over to you for safekeeping."
Wen Zhi curled his lips secretly: "I can't manage the household."
Si Mingchen: "It will become fine if you take care of it."
Wen Zhi pretended to be embarrassed: "Okay then."
When Si Mingchen took him downstairs to eat, Wen Zhi felt sour and thought, is this little fool so good?
...
...
He was even put in charge of the family.
Si Mingchen suddenly turned around: "What are you thinking about?"
Jealousy made Wen Zhi look completely different. He closed his eyes and whispered, "I miss you."
After saying this, Wen Zhi felt that he was being too corny.
Si Mingchen smiled inexplicitly: "Do you remember the previous memories?"
Wen Zhi shook his head: "No."
Si Mingchen: "Don't worry, take your time."
Wen Zhi: "I'm not in a hurry. It's enough for you to know that I love you. It doesn't matter whether you have that memory or not."
Wen Zhi said this while observing Si Mingchen's reaction.
Si Mingchen pulled out a chair for him and walked over to sit down opposite him: "If there is a choice, of course it would be best if you can remember it."
Wen Zhi retorted in a low voice: "The lost memories were all instigated by that bastard Sang Qi. They must not be good at all."
Si Mingchen raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Zhi seriously: "The days with you, no matter how sweet or bitter, are all precious."
Wen Zhi was stunned, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the dumpling.
But Si Mingchen still likes to get along with Xiao Benbi, doesn't he?
Those four years of marriage can be said to be a mess. If their current life is a fairy tale, then the past was reality.
Si Mingchen took a bite of the dumplings and said, "I suddenly remembered the celery and pork dumplings you made for me."
Wen Zhi shifted his attention and asked softly, "I never asked you if it tasted good."
Si Mingchen: "Yeah, they taste better than the dumplings made by others."
The chefs of the Si family are all first-class culinary skills.
Wen Zhi swallowed a dumpling in one gulp: "Really? I made it secretly under the covers at the beginning. I didn't even have time to taste it before I sent it to you."
Si Mingchen smiled and said, "Why are you secretly packing in bed?"
温稚直言：“因为我爸不让我早恋，他知道我给你包饺子，一定知道我对你有意思。不过后来，他还是知道了，揍了我一顿。”
"Beat you?" Si Mingchen had never heard Wen Zhi talk about this before, and frowned slightly: "Just because you like me?"
Wen Zhi shook his head: "No, because when I climbed over the wall to go home, I crushed the precious flowers and plants my father planted in the yard to death."
Simingchen couldn't help but smiled indulgently: "Thank you for your hard work, but climbing over the wall is indeed dangerous."
Wen Zhi whispered: "At that time, I was just a love-brained person, stupid, and didn't think about the consequences of anything."
"Don't say that." Si Mingchen commented seriously: "You are very cute."
Wen Zhi suddenly felt a little depressed.
Si Mingchen really likes the little fool.
Others say it's not possible at all.
"So what you mean is that I'm not cute anymore when I grow up." Wen Zhi said unreasonably.
Simingchen looked at him: "He's cute too."
Wen Zhi hummed with satisfaction and forgave Si Mingchen for the time being.
Two days later, Si Mingchen's 29th birthday arrived. Wen Zhi got up early in the morning to prepare for the party. Si Mingchen had urgent matters to deal with and would not be back until the afternoon. During these two days, he and Si Mingchen were still "clearly separated". He used his two little fools to cover his body when sleeping, but every morning when he woke up, he lay in Si Mingchen's arms, wishing he could ride on Si Mingchen.
Wen Zhi was upset about his own incompetence.
He's so restless even when sleeping.
Today, all of Si Mingchen's good friends will be attending, and Wen Zhi basically knows them all, about eight or nine of them. Si Mingchen was afraid that he would be lonely, so he asked him to call Ming Yantang, Qiao Juan and others to keep him company.
From dishes, desserts to red wine, Wen Zhi personally supervised everything. Even the housekeeper was surprised that Master Wen, who had never cared about such things, suddenly became concerned about them.
In fact, every year on Si Mingchen's birthday, Wen Zhi wanted to take care of it personally, just like on his birthday, Si Mingchen did everything himself.
But he was worried that Si Mingchen would not like his ideas, so he gave full authority to the housekeeper.
Wen Zhi racked his brains for a long time to think about today's gift, and he was satisfied with it. I just don't know if Si Mingchen will be surprised.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Si Mingchen returned home and their friends arrived one after another.
It's March now and the weather is still warm.
The Si family has a sunroom with four walls made of special glass, which absorbs sunlight during the day and makes the entire sunroom as bright as day at night.
When Wen Zhi casually said "I like you" in high school, Si Mingchen always kept it in mind and built a relationship before marriage.
Si Mingchen's birthday party was held here.
A French-style white tablecloth was spread on the vintage wooden table, on which were champagne roses and tulips planted by the housekeepers.
After seeing this, Si Mingchen asked Wen Zhi, "Did you prepare this?"
Wen Zhi: "How do you know?"
Si Mingchen picked up the small blessing card in front of each set of tableware, which had a close-up photo of Wen Zhi printed on it.
Wen Zhi said shamelessly: "This is a gift for your friends. Each one has my signature. When I become famous in the future, they can collect it."
Si Mingchen smiled faintly: "Zhizhi is still thoughtful."
After receiving Si Mingchen's affirmation, Wen Zhi immediately swelled up and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay."
At seven o'clock in the evening, all the friends were seated.
Chen Yu was still thinking about Si Mingchen's two bottles of Romanee-Conti 1945. "Mingchen, since we are not lucky enough to enjoy that wine, you must at least bring out a few bottles of decent wine to share with us tonight."
Si Mingchen: "You can pick any wine from the wine cellar."
Sang Yu raised his eyebrows: "It seems that Mingchen is in a good mood today."
Chen Yu seemed to be a worm in Sang Yu's stomach, and immediately followed up with: "Is Mingchen satisfied with the gift Wen Zhi gave him? Take it out and let us see it."
Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi, resting his elbows on the table to support his head: "Zhizhi, do I have a gift?"
Wen Zhi dodged his gaze: "Yes."
Ming Yantang followed the others and started to make a noise: "Then take out the gift and show it to us."
Wen Zhi glared at Ming Yantang and said, "No, my gift is only for Sisi to see."
When Ming Yantang heard the name "Sisi", he secretly laughed with Qiao Juan and discussed together the matter of Wen Zhi pretending to have amnesia.
Chen Yu continued gossiping: "What gift can only be seen by Ming Chen? Can't we take a look at it?"
Wen Zhi: “No.”
Seeing that Wen Zhi was hiding his intentions, Si Mingchen thought that Wen Zhi was being stubborn because he hadn't prepared a gift for him, so he came out to help.
"Zhizhi already said that it's only for me to see, so don't ask any more questions."
Chen Yu complained: "Stingy guy, I'm going to get some wine."
The gifts everyone gave to Si Mingchen were not much different from previous years, just yacht watches and the like.
While Si Mingchen was chatting with everyone, Ming Yantang and a few others made an excuse to go out and whisper with Wen Zhi.
Wen Zhi learned his lesson this time and knew to avoid Si Mingchen. The three of them sat in front of the swing in the greenhouse, chatting while holding snacks.
Wen Zhi told the two of them everything that had happened in the past two days, shocking them for a long time.
Ming Yantang was speechless and said, "You just pretended that the agreement fell into the water and fooled Si Mingchen?"
Wen Zhi: “Yeah.”
Qiao Juan complained: "Wen Zhizhi, with your poor acting skills, can you actually deceive people? Are you sure these actions are what normal people would do?"
Wen Zhi thought for a moment and said, "I would be able to do that in high school, right?"
Ming Yantang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Bullshit, at least you were mentally normal some time ago."
Wen Zhi thought about it carefully and felt that he seemed to have gone a bit too far in trying to create the image of a high school student.
"Stupid beauty, with your poor acting skills, I advise you to stop acting. Don't suddenly lose your memory and then recover it, like you have no cerebellum. When I gave you advice, I also wanted you to use the right opportunity to pretend to recover your memory and explain things clearly. It's only because Simingchen dotes on you and thinks you are a treasure. If you met a normal person, he would have thrown you out long ago."
Wen Zhi argued: "The situation was critical that day, Sang Qi kept provoking Si Mingchen, and I really couldn't help it."
Qiao Juan suddenly became curious: "Wen Zhizhi, can you show us how you suddenly regain your memory?"
Wen Zhi felt a little guilty: "I won't act."
Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan smiled at each other: "So, now Si Mingchen is indeed still kept in the dark by you."
Wen Zhi felt guilty: "Yes, I lied to Si Mingchen, I am guilty."
Ming Yantang sighed and put his arms around his shoulders: "It's okay, silly beauty, just be good to Si Mingchen."
Wen Zhi: "Don't call me stupid beauty!"
On the way back, Ming Yantang thought about the gift: "What gift did you prepare for Si Mingchen? You're not really going to **dance, are you?"
Wen Zhi kept it a secret: "I won't tell you."
When the three of them returned to the sun room, everyone was looking at them. Si Mingchen sat in the middle and stood up, stretched out his hand to Wen Zhi, and clasped it naturally: "Where did you go just now?"
Ming Yantang: "Wen Zhizhi took us to see the flowers."
Everyone was looking at Wen Zhi, which made him feel a little uncomfortable: "The flowers are beautiful."
Si Mingchen said, "Everyone is discussing that when we got married, we didn't have a honeymoon. Sang Yu has a private island, which is very large and has a nice environment. He invited us to go there this summer."
Wen Zhi: "After I finish filming this movie, I will not accept any more announcements. Let's go to the island."
Si Mingchen: "Won't it affect your work?"
Wen Zhi: “No.”
Chen Yu: "See, I told you Wen Zhi would agree."
At 11 o'clock in the evening, friends left one after another. Si Mingchen went to see them off. When he turned around, he found that Wen Zhi had run back at some point and was nowhere to be seen.
Si Mingchen returned to the living room and found that the lights were turned off.
I walked up the stairs to their bedroom. The corridor was also dark and there was no sound.
Si Mingchen opened his mouth, calling Wen Zhi's name, and suddenly heard the sound of strings being pressed coming from the harp room.
He paused, tenderness flashing in his eyes.
He seemed to have guessed something.
Walking to the door of the harp room, Si Mingchen leaned against the door frame and found that there was only a moonlit lamp in the whole room. Wen Zhi was wearing their high school uniform, with the bright and cold moon behind him.
Wen Zhi seemed to have not noticed Si Mingchen's arrival.
Playing the harp with concentration.
The timbre of the harp is very special, like clear morning dew, and its huge size makes Wen Zhi look particularly slender.
But Wen Zhi and the silver-white strings are a perfect match, just like him.
Si Mingchen carefully identified this piano piece, but he had no impression of it. He planned to remain quiet and wait for Wen Zhi to finish playing.
Si Mingchen couldn't tell exactly when he started to like Wen Zhi. But ever since he saw Wen Zhi's performance on the stage at that art festival, the image of the young boy in a white dress plucking the strings of the piano under the lights has been lingering in his mind.
Fortunately, the boy was the younger brother of my cousin's neighbor, and they became formally acquainted.
Wen Zhi now is very different from when he was in high school, both in appearance and personality.
Si Mingchen knew that during the time he was abroad, a big change happened in the Wen family. Wen Zhi's mentality might also have been affected, and coupled with being rejected by himself, Wen Zhi must have been very sad.
He suddenly remembered that he seemed not to have mentioned to Wen Zhi that he had confessed his love to Wen Zhi that year.
But his love letter was sandwiched between the love letters and was handed to Wen Zhi personally.
Sang Qi should not have had enough time to do anything.
The sudden stop of the piano music interrupted Si Mingchen's thoughts.
When Wen Zhi saw Si Mingchen, a flash of embarrassment passed through her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Simingchen walked to the piano: "It sounds good."
Wen Zhi: "This is a song I wrote myself."
Si Mingchen was a little surprised, then he smiled: "Our Zhizhi is amazing, he can even write music."
Wen Zhi was too embarrassed to tell Si Mingchen.
He wrote this song ten years ago.
He originally planned to play it for Si Mingchen after he accepted his confession, but he never had the chance.
When the music was first arranged, it was only a short section. So in order to give Si Mingchen a surprise, he rearranged the entire song. Compared to the innocent sweetness at the beginning, it has more precious companionship polished by time, and the overall style of the song is more layered.
The first paragraph is about the beauty of the two people meeting for the first time.
The second paragraph is the orange after separation.
The third paragraph is about the cautiousness after meeting, like a cup of American coffee.
The fourth paragraph is about the brave approach after understanding the other person's mind.
"I wrote this especially for you." Wen Zhi held the harp, with a faint pink tinge on the tips of her ears. "Can I play it for you in its entirety?"
Si Mingchen stood beside Wen Zhi, his expression slightly changed: "Written for me?"
Wen Zhi: "Well, it's a birthday present for you."
Si Mingchen: "Okay, I'll listen carefully."
Wen Zhi held the harp and played the entire piece. While playing, he noticed that the pair of deep and gentle amber eyes were looking at him.
He held the harp, a little nervously, his fingertips moving between the strings, as if every note was beating for the two of them.
The song ends.
Si Mingchen: "Thank you, I like this gift very much."
Maybe it was because the other person's eyes were too hot, Wen Zhi was a little reserved: "You're welcome, the gift for my baby Sisi can't be too rough."
Si Mingchen suddenly said, "I feel like you've been calling me baby a lot more often recently."
Wen Zhi raised his head: "Really? I didn't feel that way."
Didn't the little fool keep shouting like this before?
Si Mingchen said with a hint of meaning: "But you don't seem to have called me husband."
Wen Zhi suddenly stuttered: "I'd get tired of calling you that every day. It's more interesting to call you that once in a while."
Si Mingchen asked back: "Then is today's occasion worthy of you calling me husband?"
Wen Zhi turned his head away: "Let me think about it."
Simingchen bent down and approached Wen Zhi: "Have you thought about it?"
Wen Zhi's Adam's apple rolled. The word "old" was on the tip of his tongue, but he still couldn't bring himself to say it.
In the four years of marriage, he had never called Si Mingchen "husband". He felt so shy when he was suddenly asked to do so in such a serious manner.
Si Mingchen didn't want to embarrass him, so he stood up and asked, "Zhizhi, is there a source for this song?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "Yes."
Si Mingchen: "Can you give it to me? I want to upload it to my car music and the speakers in my office."
Wen Zhi blushed, it seemed that Si Mingchen liked it very much.
"You like it so much? I'm an amateur at composing music. If I put it in your office and listen to it, will others laugh at you for not understanding music?"
Wen Zhi knew that there were two mural-suspended speakers in Si Mingchen's office, which often played some niche music.
Putting in his music suddenly might seem a bit abrupt.
But it's okay, his harp skills are not bad either.
Simingchen: “No.”
Wen Zhi then asked: "If they suddenly asked, Mr. President, your music is so good, can you recommend it to me? What would you say?"
Si Mingchen couldn't help laughing: "I would say that it was a birthday gift from the president's wife, and it was a personal order and not to be forwarded."
Wen Zhi turned his face away and smiled secretly.
That night, Simingchen uploaded the song to his mobile phone and took a screenshot and posted it on Weibo: "This is someone's birthday gift. I like it very much."
After Wen Zhi discovered it, he secretly gave a thumbs up.
This underground relationship is really exciting.
March is coming to an end, and Wen Zhi's scenes have been half-filmed. During this period, he and Si Mingchen were together less and apart more, and he spent almost the entire time on the crew.
In half a month, the two met only once, and it was Si Mingchen who took time out to come and see him.
Since their birthday, the two haven't had a chance to talk to each other, let alone sleep together.
Recently, Si Mingchen has been busy with overseas projects, and working overtime until late at night is commonplace.
Because the project is urgent and important, Si Mingchen needs to go on a business trip abroad.
The flight was originally scheduled for 9pm, and there were still three hours left, so Si Mingchen decided to go to Wen Zhi's crew to see him first. Because Wen Zhi didn't bring her cell phone when filming, she didn't know about this.
Upon hearing that Si Mingchen was coming, Wen Zhi put on his coat and hurried over, fearing that Si Mingchen would not be able to wait and leave, although the probability of this happening was lower than that he would lose his memory again.
When he came to Si Mingchen, he suddenly stopped and walked over slowly: "Why did you come again after just seeing me the day before yesterday? Did you miss me?"
Si Mingchen smiled faintly: "Yeah."
Wen Zhi walked up to him and said, "Wait for me, I'll go change my clothes."
"Zhizhi." Si Mingchen stopped him and said, "I'm going on a business trip for half a month."
Wen Zhi was startled: "So long?"
Si Mingchen: "Well, go and host a project."
Wen Zhi nodded: "Which country are you going to? Is it cold? You need to bring enough clothes."
Simingchen: "England."
Wen Zhi: "When are you leaving?"
Si Mingchen: "The flight is at nine tonight."
Only then did Wen Zhi realize that Si Mingchen had come to see him specially before leaving.
He glanced at the time and said, "It's getting late. Go quickly and don't be late."
Si Mingchen glanced at Wen Zhi one last time and said, "I'll bring you a gift when I come back."
Wen Zhi's eyes lit up: "What gift?"
Si Mingchen: "Little fool."
Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen blankly at first, then realized the other party's teasing and pretended to be angry: "I don't want it."
Si Mingchen patted his head and said, "Take good care of yourself. I will be back as soon as possible."
Wen Zhi: “Yeah.”
After Si Mingchen got into the car, Wen Zhi couldn't help feeling disappointed. Although they usually kept a distance when he was filming, he still felt reluctant to let her go so far away abroad suddenly.
He stared at Si Mingchen closely, then suddenly raised his arms and made a small heart shape on top of his head.
According to Xiaobenbi's character, he should do this, right?
Si Mingchen obviously saw it. After sliding down the car window, he kept looking at Wen Zhi until the figure disappeared, and then he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
…
After eight days, Wen Zhi finished filming his scenes and he had five days off.
Si Mingchen is abroad, so his days off are meaningless. He spends all his time lying in bed, playing games and thinking about what to eat in the evening.
Si Mingchen seemed to be very busy. Since yesterday, he stopped replying to his WeChat messages.
Wen Zhi wanted to call Assistant Wen several times, worried that Si Mingchen might have encountered an accident, but also afraid to disturb their work.
Just like that, he lost all interest. If he hadn't made an appointment to play golf with Ming Yantang, he would not have gone out. ?
The club they came to was newly opened in Jiangjing City. It was said that the owner was very important and all guests of the club used a black card system. In simple terms, they only provided services to specific groups of people.
For Wen Zhi, it doesn't matter where he plays golf. No matter how good the environment is, it's still the same grass field and he can't do anything special.
After hitting three balls, Wen Zhi was too lazy to move anymore. He leaned back in his chair like a big shot, holding his cup of coffee with a look of having seen through the world.
Ming Yantang and Qiao Juan were very interested. Seeing Wen Zhi like this, they asked, "What happened to you today? Is your uncle here?"
Wen Zhi clicked his tongue twice: "Si Mingchen didn't reply to my WeChat."
This useless behavior caused the two to sneer. Ming Yantang stuck out his tongue and said, "Can you do it? I've never seen you like this before."
Wen Zhi retorted: "How can it be the same now as before? I am the little fool that he holds in his hands."
Ming Yantang: "You are beyond help."
Wen Zhi repeatedly opened the chat box between him and Si Mingchen. Their last chat history was still at the alpaca farting emoticon package that Wen Zhi had sent.
Unable to hold back, he fired a few more, then crossed his legs and prepared to take a nap.
At this time, a group of people came towards them.
The leader was Jiang Huai, the young master of the Jiang family, and around him were his friends, all of whom were well-known figures in Jiangjing City. Especially Song Wei, whose ancestors were wealthy for four generations, is a spoiled young master.
The person following Jiang Huai, Ming Yantang, looked very familiar. His name seemed to be Bai Tingchen, who was a little famous in the entertainment industry.
Jiang Huai: "Hey, isn't this Master Ming and Master Wen? I want to discuss something with you. My friends and I are going to play golf, and this is the only field in the club that's big enough. I hope you can give it to me."
Wen Zhi opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Bai Tingchen who was holding Jiang Huai's hand.
Bai Tingchen was also looking at him, still brooding over what happened in the lounge that day.
Because of what happened that day, he was warned by the company and was forced to drop out of three leading roles, resulting in heavy losses.
He hated Wen Zhi so much that his teeth itched.
As luck would have it, he met Jiang Huai at a dinner party, who happened to be interested in him as well. The two of them took advantage of the situation and developed their current relationship.
"Brother Huai, he is the one who bullied me." Bai Tingchen whispered in Jiang Huai's ear.
Jiang Huai was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his expression unclear: "Two young masters, can we give way?"
Jiang Huai is two years older than Wen Zhi. He works in the family business and has made some achievements in the past two years. Everyone calls him Young Master Jiang.
The lackeys nearby treated Jiang Huai very attentively and said quickly: "Young Master Jiang needs to use this place. Please make way for the two young masters."
Ming Yantang raised his eyebrows: "What if we don't let him?"
Jiang Huai: "If you guys are too shameless to give me face, then I will have no choice but to not give you face."
He said this to Wen Zhi. On the one hand, he wanted to vent his anger for his new love Bai Tingchen, and on the other hand, Si Mingchen was negotiating business with his father in England, and Wen Zhi didn't dare to do anything to him.
Even if Si Mingchen comes back from England by then and Wen Zhi complains to him, Si Mingchen will probably let this little thing go for the sake of his father.
Wen Zhi stood up at this time and smiled harmlessly: "Master Jiang, can you afford our face?"
Jiang Huai's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a stiff tone: "You have been playing here for a long time, it's time to give way."
Wen Zhi picked up the golf club: "Why? I haven't played yet. I plan to play here for a day."
The people around him only followed Jiang Huai's lead and were looking at him, which made Jiang Huai feel a little embarrassed.
Jiang Huai took a step forward and approached Wen Zhi: "You are a poor, 18th-tier celebrity. If you were not lucky enough to be with your boss Ming Chen, what qualifications do you have to talk to me here?"
Wen Zhi spread his hands and said, "But I am lucky. My Sisi not only loves me, but we also have a good relationship."
Jiang Huai sneered: "Really? When you attended Song Wei's family's annual meeting a few years ago, you and Si Mingchen had a bad relationship, right?"
Wen Zhi was not annoyed at all: "If you think that, there is nothing I can do."
Jiang Huai was so angry at his stubborn attitude that he was fuming. He had been in the business world for so long, but no one dared to talk to him like that.
Bai Tingchen took the opportunity to fan the flames: "Aren't you just relying on Si Mingchen's power? Without him, would you dare to be so arrogant?"
Wen Zhi smiled innocently: "Si Mingchen is my legal partner. Even if he is taking advantage of me, it is fair and square. On the contrary, some people, do you think you are legitimate?"
Bai Tingchen: “You!”
If Bai Tingchen loses face, it means that Jiang Huai loses face. If you insult his lover in front of him, people will probably laugh at you if the news gets out.
Jiang Huai stopped being polite and started to speak without thinking: "Si Mingchen seems to be nothing, right? An orphan, so young and cold-blooded, suppressing his family members, it can be seen that he used some despicable means. This kind of person who has no parents is really not worthy of being on the stage."
Song Wei pulled his clothes in the dark, reminding him that he had said this.
But words once spoken cannot be taken away, and Jiang Huai had to bear with it for the sake of his face.
Anyway, his father and Si Mingchen are in cooperation, so I don't think Si Mingchen will do anything to him. At most, his father will come back and scold him.
Wen Zhi endured his anger and said, "Jiang Huai, I'll give you one chance to apologize."
Jiang Huai seemed to have heard a joke and continued to poke Wen Zhi's sore spot: "Not only will I not apologize, I will continue to say that you are the only one who treats a fatherless and motherless villain like Si Mingchen as a treasure."
With a "crash", the golf club fell to the ground.
Wen Zhi punched Jiang Huai.
Everyone present was stunned.
Although the force was not strong, Jiang Huai was furious: "Are you looking for death?"
Wen Zhi said calmly: "This is the price you pay for speaking dirty words."
Jiang Huai's fingers trembled as he pointed at Wen Zhi: "I'm telling you, this matter today is not over yet!"
Several bodyguards behind him quickly surrounded Wen Zhi.
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