42 There must be an affair!

Wen Zihuan thought that if he followed the others and lowered his head, he would not be able to provoke the big Buddha in front of him, but suddenly he saw a pair of shiny leather shoes stopped in front of him.

[There is something wrong. Why do I feel that he is going to talk to me next, and it is 1% not a good thing.]

"Pack your luggage today and go back to the old house tomorrow. You will stay for a while." After Zhou Jingbai issued the order, he turned around and went upstairs without giving Wen Zihuan any chance to speak.

"Why are you going back to the old house to find me?" Wen Zihuan looked at the butler Liu beside him and wanted to cry.

Butler Liu turned his head away calmly and refused to look him in the eye.

Although Wen Zihuan had a lot of doubts in his heart, he could only go back to his room and pack his clothes.

The main reason is that he feels that if he goes to look for him now, it would be like running into a gun.

However, he is still quite resistant to going back to the Zhou family's old house. After all, his identity is somewhat special.

Naturally, the Zhou family does not really regard him as their daughter-in-law, so he has been very tactful and did not go with them to the old house for the reunion dinner in the past.

Well, even if he wanted to go, Zhou Jingbai would not take him with him, so although he has been married to him for three years, he has actually barely met many of the elders of the Zhou family. He

had a chance to meet them when he went on vacation with them last time, but a series of accidents happened afterwards, so in short, they almost didn't meet.

Zhou Jingbai now suddenly had to take him back to the old house, and he didn't want to think about the scene at all.

Since he can't escape, he can only minimize his presence as much as possible.

The next afternoon, the driver brought them back to Zhou's house. Wen Zihuan shuddered involuntarily when he saw the majestic old house in front of him.

"Why are you standing there? Do you want me to treat you?" Before he had time to take a good look at the scenery in front of him, he heard a sweet urging voice.

Wen Zihuan responded and hurriedly trotted over to his side.

"Honey, do I need to say something later?" Because he hadn't been here for a long time, and Zhou Jingbai suddenly brought him back this time, he always felt that there was some purpose, so he asked tentatively before entering the door.

"You'd better not say anything, just find a corner and sit. I'll call you if there's anything important."

Wen Zihuan certainly wanted this to happen, and the Zhou family would better ignore it.

After getting a satisfactory answer, he tried his best to squeeze out a brilliant smile and walked in.

What came into view were some servants cleaning the house, and soon a middle-aged woman dressed elegantly walked up slowly.

She passed Wen Zihuan on the side and came to Zhou Jingbai. "You left without saying hello that day, and you didn't answer my phone call. If housekeeper Liu hadn't told me about your job, I would have thought something happened to you."

The person who spoke was Zhou Jingbai's mother.

Wen Zihuan wanted to say hello out of courtesy, but when he saw the explosive conversation between the mother and son, he silently swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He felt that his words here would not have any effect and would be annoying, so he walked away on his own.

After leaving them, he finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief. He always felt that he couldn't breathe smoothly when he was with them.

But he soon faced another problem. This is an old house, not his home. The last time he came here was the last time.

So he just stood in the living room, neither sitting nor walking. Fortunately, the Zhou family’s housekeeper noticed his awkward behavior and took him to the sofa to sit down.

In fact, Wen Zihuan didn’t really want to sit here. After all, this sofa is located in the center of the entire living room. Once someone comes over, they will definitely see him at a glance.

But there seems to be no other place beside this sofa. You can’t ask the housekeeper to move a chair for him to sit in the corner.

"You don’t come here often, so I don’t know your taste. If you are not used to it, you can call me to change it." After seeing him sit down, the housekeeper picked up the teapot on the table and poured him a cup of black tea.

Wen Zihuan couldn't help but say in his heart that he didn't have the courage to be picky about Zhou's tea.

The sofa is quite far from the entrance, so I can only vaguely hear what the two are talking about, but I can't hear it clearly.

However, the tone of their conversation is not very calm, and judging from the posture of the mother and son, they are likely to quarrel for a while.

Wen Zihuan can also relax temporarily, and after drinking a cup of mellow black tea, his whole body warms up.

Because no one else is coming for the time being, he can also appreciate the surrounding decoration.

Compared with the overall style of the house, this place is more ancient. The main reason is that this old house has existed for a long time. Although it is renovated every once in a while, the people of the Zhou family are more nostalgic, so even if it has been renovated many times, many of the original furnishings are still retained.

Wen Zihuan couldn't help but start to organize his clothes, feeling that everything here was more expensive than him.

After a while, Zhou Jingbai and his mother and son finally finished their chat and came to sit on the sofa. Some elders from the Zhou family also came down one after another.

Fortunately, Wen Zihuan had cleverly moved to the corner before they sat down.

Unsurprisingly, no one paid attention to him during the whole process. Although he could hear what they said, he couldn't understand it at all. They were either talking about the topic of the group or the recent development of several families that were close to the Zhou family.

Wen Zihuan had finished the tea in his teacup a long time ago, but because he was in the corner, he was a little far from the table. He just hugged them while they were chatting happily.

Soon it was time for the dining table part, which he disliked the most, because at this time they had to sit at a table to eat, and they couldn't hide anywhere no matter how they sat in the corner.

However, just before the meal started, Fang Xingluo, who he had been wondering about not being present, finally showed up. He was not alone, and there was a man of similar age behind him, who was also handsome.

Wen Zihuan was still restrained just now, but now all his attention was drawn to him.

[Why do I think they look a bit like a good match? The two of them showed up together, and they were of similar age, so they must be acquaintances. If they were not related by blood, then they must be having an affair. I finally know what was wrong with that gentleman these days, it turns out that someone was prying his corner. 】

【That's not right. Fang Xingluo was worried that I would have trouble again after the divorce and came to warn me. So they seem to be in love with each other. I'll observe again. 】

After the meal, Wen Zihuan's eyes were almost dizzy before he could finish two bites of the food.

However, he gained a lot from this meal, and he was finally able to draw conclusions to the previous doubts.

All in all, this is a simple triangle relationship.

The handsome guy who suddenly appeared beside Fang Xingluo should have a good relationship with the Fang family. Maybe he was introduced to him by his family as a blind date.

But Fang Xingluo should not have any feelings for him, because he did not touch the food that the handsome guy picked for him during the meal.

However, during the whole process, Fang Xingluo's eyes would fall on Zhou Jingbai from time to time.

However, he did not respond once, but just lowered his head to eat.

Wen Zihuan spent the day safely in the old house. Fortunately, the housekeeper arranged a room for him alone. If he was with Zhou Jingbai, he was afraid that he would be crushed to death by the aura around him. In

the middle of the night, Wen Zihuan was punished for not eating while gossiping during dinner.

He was so hungry that he tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Finally, he had no choice but to get up and look for food. He searched the room left and right but couldn't find anything to eat.

Finally, he had to go out to look for something. He remembered that there were fruits and snacks in the living room. Anyway, it was already the middle of the night and no one was around. He would definitely not be discovered if he quietly took some and immediately slipped back.

Facts once again proved that doing things with a lucky mentality is unlikely to succeed.

After Wen Zihuan came out of the room, he walked along the corridor towards the stairs. Halfway through, he was scared by the sudden voice of talking and almost fell to the ground.

He soon discovered that the sound came from the room over there. The door was open a little and the sound was so loud.

He looked carefully and found that it was Zhou Jingbai's room. It couldn't be that he was alone in the middle of the night and talking to himself. There must be another person in the room.

Of course, he didn't want to cause trouble, but if he wanted to go downstairs, he had to pass through that room.

Anyway, the door was only open a little, and it was night time. It would not be a problem to sneak in, pick up the things, and then sneak back.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Wen Zihuan's plan failed in the first half, and the second half was naturally strangled in the cradle.

He had just walked to the door when he was discovered, and it was Zhou Jingbai...

"Husband? What a coincidence."

[No, this guy has a sharp eye. Even when he was arguing with someone, he could still spot me passing by through the crack of the door from such a long distance. It would be a waste if he didn't use his eyes as a sniper.]

"Come in." The tone of this sentence was irresistible.

Wen Zihuan also knew not to hit his gun muzzle. After struggling for a few seconds, he still pushed the door open and went in obediently.

The other person standing in the room was Fang Xingluo, but feeling the atmosphere in the text, he could only make a guess.

Before he came in, the two seemed to have had an argument, and it was a very unpleasant one.

The worst thing was that he showed up when they were the most unhappy.

"I just came out to drink a glass of water. I won't bother you guys, okay?" Wen Zihuan couldn't wait to get away.

Zhou Jingbai ignored his words and strode up to him. When Wen Zihuan was wondering what he was going to do, his eyes suddenly went dark. It wasn't that he suddenly became blind, but that he was pressed in his arms.

Because of the height difference between the two, his eyes were suppressed like this.

[What's going on? Should I move first or speak first? Forget it, I think it's better for me not to move or speak.]

"Brother Jingbai, what do you mean?" Fang Xingluo was already crying at this time.