Lu Jingshen's tone was filled with warning: "Wen Zhixing, Siqi doesn't like you anymore, and the two of you are not suitable for each other.
I've told you this for the second time. Although you're my buddy, Siqi can't do this. And my sister and the others won't agree.
There are so many women out there, you might find one you like, so don't be so stubborn."
Wen Zhixing heard this and sneered, "Lu Jingshen, your words of advice to others are all very nice, but what about you? Your wife has already been married to someone else, wasn't it you who stole her?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Jingshen snorted coldly, "Can you compare with me? My wife has always loved me. She has never loved anyone else. I loved her without realizing it at the time. What about you? Do I need to remind you again?"
After saying this, he remembered that his niece had been pursuing him for half a year. When he thought of this, his face darkened: "Also, Siqi has returned to S City, you should also hurry up and get in touch with other women.
"I'm warning you again. Siqi asked me to tell you this: don't bother her anymore. Okay, I'm hanging up," he said, and then hung up the phone.
When Wen Zhixing heard that Wei Siqi had returned to City S, his expression dimmed, and a hint of self-mockery appeared in his eyes.
I picked up my phone to send a message, but it showed that it had been deleted.
Wen Zhixing unconsciously smiled bitterly and dialed the number again.
After the call was connected, I listened to the soft voice of the person who was sleeping on the other end.
He said in a gentle and low voice: "Wei Siqi."
Wei Siqi frowned when she heard the person on the other side speak in a bad tone, and said coldly: "Well, is there something wrong?"
Wen Zhixing paused and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you returned to City S?"
Wei Siqi hadn't slept well because of Fu Xiangzhou's incident last night, and she had just rushed back on a plane, so she was catching up on her sleep.
He frowned and said coldly: "Wen Zhixing, I don't need you to care about me, where I go back to has nothing to do with you.
If there's nothing else that concerns me, I'll hang up. Also, you and I aren't friends, so don't contact me again, OK? " He hung up the phone neatly, blocked and deleted the number, then threw the phone away and went back to sleep.
Wen Zhixing lowered his eyes and paused for just a moment before returning to calm.
Ever since Jiang Wanning’s last move, everyone knew that this new Jiang Wanning should not be provoked.
Yu Qingqing also became more low-key and no longer went against others.
People in the office also started to get along well with Jiang Wanning.
Although Jiang Wanning knew that what she did last time was wrong, because of what happened that day, the working atmosphere is very good now. She is busy with work every day, takes on projects and keeps learning. If she doesn't understand something, she asks her colleagues in time, and her colleagues are also active in explaining it to Jiang Wanning.
When Zhou Yun and Lin Fang have projects that require them to go out for negotiation, they will take her with them and let her learn.
During this month, Lu Jingshen basically came back very late for half of the month.
Late at night, Jiang Wanning felt someone sticking to her back in her dream, and she vaguely knew that he had returned.
Jiang Wanning also tried not to disturb him, knowing that the workplace in City B was more complicated than that in Wan'an City.
That night, Jiang Wanning took a rest and waited for Lu Jingshen to come home.
Late at night, she heard the doorbell ring. She got up from the sofa, put on her slippers in a daze, and ran to the door.
Lu Jingshen was changing his shoes at the door, holding his suit jacket.
Jiang Wanning walked over worriedly, and Lu Jingshen was hit in the face by the smell of alcohol and perfume.
Jiang Wanning frowned and asked softly, "Lu Jingshen, are you drunk?"
Lu Jingshen raised his eyes and saw the little girl wearing white pajamas with her long hair loose. Her cheeks were rosy because she had just woken up.
The anger that Lu Jingshen had accumulated at the drinking party just now disappeared. He stretched out his arm, curled his lips, and said in a gentle voice: "I'm not drunk, just a little dizzy."
Jiang Wanning hurried over worriedly, holding him up, tilting her head and asking worriedly, "Are you hungry? Do you want some porridge?"
Lu Jingshen deliberately put his arm on the little girl's shoulder, but without putting any weight on her. He whispered, "No more eating. Go take a shower first. You go to bed first. It's very late."
Jiang Wanning knew that he was very tired, so she carried him into the bathroom and said softly, "Go in and take a shower. I'll get you pajamas." Then she turned and went to the bedroom.
Lu Jingshen looked at the little girl serving him as diligently as a bee, his eyes full of smiles, and then he took off his clothes and went into the shower room.
Jiang Wanning took her pajamas into the bathroom and saw Lu Jingshen in the shower room. She said softly, "I put my pajamas on the hanger outside the door.
Lu Jingshen teased her from inside, "Do you want to come in and take a shower together?"
Jiang Wanning heard this and glared at him. "Hurry up and wash yourself. Then go to bed early."
Then he picked up the shirt and trousers he had just taken off and walked out.
I went to the laundry room and planned to wash the two pieces of clothes for him. When I was about to throw his shirt into the washing machine, I saw half a lipstick mark on the collar.
Jiang Wanning's eyes instantly turned red. She stared blankly at the eye-catching lipstick mark, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
Could she really trust him? In that kind of occasion, with the beautiful woman pouring the wine gently and attentively, people were toasting each other.
Could it be that during the more than half a month he was here, he had already returned with the mark, and she went to bed early and never noticed it.
Jiang Wanning closed her eyes, pursed her lips, threw the shirt into the dirty clothes basket above the washing machine, wiped her tears, and went into the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, she looked at the ceiling, unable to resist the sour feeling in her heart. Her eyes were filled with moisture. She hastily buried her head in the quilt and swallowed the sourness.
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