Zhang Ke sent the two away with great gratitude. When he returned to the ward, he said to Tan Yingying in a very complicated tone: "This time, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. As long as you can hold on to Master Wen Tian's thighs, no one in the circle will dare to provoke you in the future as long as you don't act too much."

Compared to Master Wen Qi's identity, her identity as the wife of the president of Feng Group is more feared by people in the entertainment industry.

Tan Yingying shrugged indifferently, "Let it be."

Zhang Ke was a little anxious when he heard this, "No, my dear lady! You must seize the opportunity!"

Tan Yingying shook her head, "You can't be too deliberate when interacting with Master Wen Tian, ​​you can only exchange sincerity for sincerity."

Zhang Ke paused and nodded thoughtfully, "You see it clearly. I'll do as you say."

Tan Yingying smiled and said nothing more. The ward fell into silence, which was inexplicably a bit depressing.

After a while, Zhang Ke coughed lightly and was about to say something when Tan Yingying suddenly asked, "My dad...how is he?"

Zhang Ke was silent for a moment, then he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "I was just about to tell you. Before I came here, I contacted my uncle once, and his intention was..."

After pausing for several seconds, he took a deep breath and continued, "You can be completely independent now. You don't need his help and care in life anymore. He said that he will find a time to move your household registration out when you return."

Tan Yingying was not surprised at all, but she was still sad. Although it was not her own will, her adoptive father was indeed the best person to her over the years.

She sat on the bed in a daze, as if she was thinking a lot, but also as if she was thinking nothing. It was not until her cheeks felt cold that she realized she was crying.

Zhang Ke was so anxious, "Auntie, stop crying. Your eyes will get swollen if you keep crying!"

Tan Yingying also felt that there was nothing to cry about, as she was just correcting a mistake that had lasted for many years, but she just couldn't control herself.

"Brother Zhang..." Tan Yingying suppressed her tears, her voice breaking, "I have no home anymore."

Instantly, Zhang Ke's eyes also turned red, "It doesn't matter, there is still Brother Zhang. From now on, I will be your family."

Tan Yingying glanced at him with disdain and said, "Forget it, you're not my type."

Zhang Ke: ...I just feel sorry for you too much!

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Qi and Liu Ran landed safely. As soon as they walked out, they saw Feng Ce and Ming Ren.

The two tall and long-legged handsome guys stood not too far away from each other, which was really eye-catching! Not only the people who came to pick up the plane were looking at them, but also the people coming out of the airport. Even many people who had already been picked up were looking back, and some people secretly wanted to take pictures.

But he was stopped by the bodyguard with keen senses.

Now, everyone was even more curious. Was this a celebrity going out? Or was she filming a variety show? More and more people were watching. Wen Qi and Liu Ran were confused when they went out. What was going on? Now Yunhai was not only congested with cars, but also people? Feng Ce and Ming Ren saw them almost at the same time. They took a long step, walked in front of the two people slowly and quickly, and took the backpacks in unison.

The difference was that after Wen Qi handed over the bag, he put his hand around Feng Ce's neck, while Liu Ran smiled and said thank you.

The crowd first exclaimed "Wow!" and then looked at Mingren, cheering him up: Come on, little brother! You can do it!

Mingren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Liu Ran was also a little embarrassed, but she would never show it. She pretended to be calm and asked, "What's going on?"

The bodyguards brought by Feng Ce led the way in front, and the four people walked behind.

Mingren shook his head, "I don't know. I was surrounded by people for no apparent reason."

Feng Ce didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by so many people. He frowned and said, "Next time you go on a business trip, just take the plane at home. It's just sitting there anyway."

Wen Qi couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, Mr. President."

Liu Ran sighed, "At first glance, these words sound very nouveau riche, but when paired with President Feng's face, it makes people feel - wow, this is the love from a domineering president!"

Wen Qi was amused and laughed out loud.

Feng Ce couldn't help laughing either.

Mingren followed at the end, muttering quietly, "It's just a private jet, who can't afford it?"

Liu Ran heard it and glanced back at him, "Don't buy it, you won't need it."

Mingren perked up and nodded immediately, "Okay."

They walked to the parking lot chatting and laughing, and then the four of them separated. Liu Ran and Ming Ren went straight back to the office, while Wen Qi and Feng Ce went home.

Just as Wen Qi was about to get on the bus, a heart-wrenching shout came from the crowd, "Wen Qi! Don't forget to broadcast live!"

Wen Qi laughed and waved in the direction where the voice came from.

As soon as she got in the car, Wen Qi took out her phone. It was less than half an hour until eight o'clock, which meant she had to start live streaming before she got home. She put down her phone and asked quickly, "Can we eat the delicious food at home?"

"Of course." Feng Ce played with her fingers, "I know you want to live broadcast, let's eat barbecue today and broadcast while eating."

Wen Qi's eyes lit up and he rushed over, "Why are you so nice!"

The driver was very considerate and raised the partition between the front and rear seats, fearing that he might see something he shouldn't see and get fired.

It was not until the platform reminded them that the show would start in three minutes that the two people who were stuck together separated, panting.

Wen Qi paused for a moment, then took out a mirror to check.

Her lips were a little red, but luckily Feng Ce had kissed her gently, so they weren't swollen. Her face was also a little red, but it looked just right, as if she had put on blush, which made her look particularly healthy. Finally, her eyes, there were tears on her eyelashes, and there was moisture under her eyes. Anyone with a little experience could probably tell what she had just done.

Wen Qi took a light breath and blinked hard, trying to blink away the lustful look.

When the time came, Wen Qi opened the live broadcast room and greeted his fans as usual, for he was afraid that they would see something, which would be too embarrassing.

As a result... all the fans were flooding the screen with comments saying they wanted to see President Feng.

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows and asked with a sneer, "How dare you covet my man?"

The barrage was immediately filled with “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Then they all said in unison, “Don’t dare!!”

Wen Qi smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved, as if he could charm a soul.

The comments instantly changed to: "It's okay to look at you! I still like beautiful wives!"

Seeing all these bold names and remarks, Feng Ce frowned and couldn't help but defend his sovereignty: "Wen Qi is my wife."

The comments were all: awsl! kswl!

Not long after, the car drove into the basement. Wen Qi chatted with netizens all the way home, then put his phone on the dining table and said with a smile: "I'm going to wash up. You guys can enjoy the back of General Feng splitting the sky first!"

Barrage: !!!!

Feng Ce laughed and shook his head, took off his coat and went into the kitchen, rolled up his shirt sleeves, washed his hands and started cutting meat.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was shocked. The broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs were too amazing!

Wen Qi went upstairs and took a hot shower as quickly as possible, without even having time to blow dry her hair. She was afraid that if she was away for too long, the people in the live broadcast room would get bored.

When I came back, I saw that they were excited just by seeing my back.

Wen Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Can you guys show some promise? Or should I leave?"

The comments started with a burst of laughter, followed by a variety of attempts to retain the player.

"Enough of the trouble." Wen Qi coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "Start to select people." Selecting people for fortune-telling has been a tradition since the beginning of Wen Qi's live broadcast. Now if you are selected and don't want to have your fortune told, you can help solve the problem.

Soon, the room manager sent the information of the lucky netizen to Wen Qi. Wen Qi read the names as usual, and then added them as friends one by one - she had more friends on her live broadcast account than on her phone.

Before the counting began, Feng Ce brought out the barbecue oven and the meat.

Wen Qi's eyes lit up, and he said to the camera: "Those three friends just now, please send me the things or questions you want to test first, and let me eat a few bites before I look at them."

Feng Ce put the big slices of meat into the pot. There was a sizzling sound and Wen Qi's saliva started to flow.

The comments were suddenly quiet, and then a bunch of protests emerged, saying they were dying of greed. Some people with fast fingers proudly said they had already ordered takeout.

After filling her stomach a little, Wen Qi opened her private messages with a satisfied look and read the questions from three fans. She was in a good mood and spoke more gently, with a relaxed feeling.

After listening to it, the three netizens felt as if the fog had been cleared and they kept expressing their gratitude in the live broadcast room.

Wen Qi waved his hand, turned around and went back to eating meat.

While eating, she read the private messages from her friends in the live broadcast room. She would read the private messages every time she broadcast live, and if there were any questions, she would answer them. But most of the private messages were just greetings or using her as a tree hole, memo, or notepad, and she didn't need to reply at all.

But today, Wen Qi really saw something different.

It was sent by a female netizen named Dingbu Aibuding. The first message was sent three days ago.

Dingbu loves pudding: What should I do, Master Wen, my husband cheated on me, what should I do now? The second message was two days ago.

Dimmu loves pudding: He promised me that he would never make the same mistake again, and he also promised me that he would break up with that woman... I don't know whether I should forgive him.

The third message was from a day ago.

Dingbu loves pudding: He lied to me! Why did he betray me again and again! Why! Unforgivable! All scumbags should die! The fourth one is just now.

Dingbu loves dingbu: Master Wen Tianshi, what does hell look like?

Wen Qi had a hunch that something was wrong, and her face changed as she counted on her fingers. After hurriedly saying goodbye to the netizens in the live broadcast room, Wen Qi went upstairs to get a coat, put on her shoes and was about to go out.

Feng Ce sighed, stood up helplessly and took his coat, "I'll go with you."