Mrs. Wen was stunned, and then her face darkened: "You call me Mrs. Wen?"
Xihe pulled the corner of his mouth, not wanting to continue to pull with her, and pushed away Wen's mother's hand: "Don't organize any more banquets at home in the future. I'm very busy and don't have time to cooperate with you."
Pushing Cheng Que, the three of them walked straight out of the banquet hall.
Mother Wen stood there, staring blankly at the door. Father Wen, who had been mute all night, came over with a frown on his face and said in a bad tone, "Didn't I ask you to stop him? Why did you leave?"
Mother Wen slowly turned her head, tears welling in her eyes: "Hubby, Wen Sheng calls me Mrs. Wen."
She clutched Wen's father's arm, tears streaming down her face. She knew Wen Sheng blamed her, but she had no idea Wen Sheng held such a deep grudge. He actually called her Madam Wen! Doesn't this girl have a heart? What's wrong with her focusing on her husband? Isn't she doing this for them?
We have a nanny, a driver, and a tutor at home. We have everything we need, so what else can we do?!
She had just dismantled her father's life's work. Did she say anything? Her husband had been furious these days, yelling at her at every turn. Wasn't she upset? Did Wen Sheng not understand anything at all?
Was she attending tonight's party for herself? Wasn't it just to get to know more people? It would make her life easier in the future.
Wen's mother felt very aggrieved and felt that neither her husband nor her daughter understood her.
Father Wen said impatiently: "Okay, wipe your tears and don't embarrass yourself in front of so many people!" He turned around with a perfect smile on his face and explained to the guests that his daughter had gone back for something, and it would be the same if they told him anything.
Xihe had no idea that Father Wen had agreed to many people's cooperation requests on his own initiative.
When she got home, she went straight to her room, leaving Cheng Que and Cheng Die standing and sitting in the living room. The atmosphere was extremely low.
Cheng Die couldn't stand this feeling and pulled Cheng Que's arm: "Brother..."
“Stand still!”
Cheng Die shuddered and stood up straight.
However, I couldn't suppress the grievance in my heart, and tears flowed out.
Cheng Que's originally hardened heart softened instantly, but he still said: "Why do you have such strong malice towards Wen Sheng? You want to fight as soon as you meet? Wen Sheng is generous and has never really bullied you..."
"But she bullied you!"
Cheng Die's eyes were red, and she said stubbornly: "She bullied you!"
Of course she knew that Wen Sheng was better than Chen Qing, but Wen Sheng was too cruel, and she didn't want her brother to marry such a person home in the future.
Cheng Que was speechless. He pointed at the sofa and motioned her to sit down. Then he poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. He said seriously, "Little sister, she didn't bully me. Wen Sheng is very good... Even if I was bullied, I would accept it as it was."
He stroked her hair, his eyes gentle: "Just be happy, brother will protect you."
Cheng Die asked back: "What about you?"
Cheng Que couldn't help but look towards the stairs to the second floor and said, "I want to be with her."
Cheng Die: “…”
She stared blankly at her brother, feeling that he was hopeless.
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Xihe discovered that Cheng Die was no longer targeting her.
Occasionally, she would deliberately sit next to Cheng Que, and the girl would pretend not to notice. Xihe: ??? Okay, that's fine too.
One day, she received a call from Zhang Wenheng, saying that after so long, Mr. Chen and others were finally imprisoned. His voice was filled with deep fatigue: "Miss Wen, I may need to rest for a while."
He gently stroked the person in the photo and thought to himself, Sister, I'm back to see you.
Xihe paused and asked, "Wen, do you remember that you and Fan Zhuang are from the same county?"
"right."
"I'd like you to bring something to Fan Zhuang for me."
Zhang Wenheng's sadness vanished: "Who is it for?"
Xihe remained calm: "Fan Zhuang, just find a dark and windy night to bury it at his grave. Remember, don't let anyone see you."
Zhang Wenheng: “…”
After careful consideration, he said, "Miss Wen, feudal superstitions are unacceptable, especially when they harm others and benefit oneself."
Xihe was amused. He pushed the computer away, stood up, and walked to the window. Outside, the traffic was bustling and bustling. "Do you think I'm that kind of person? Don't worry. I just asked a high monk to perform a ritual for him, wishing him a happy family in his next life."
Zhang Wenheng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll get the things when the time comes."
However, Xihe was too busy, and it was Secretary Han who received him. After getting the things, he took the train and staggered back to his hometown. After paying homage to his sister, he took advantage of a dark and windy night to find Fan Zhuang's grave and buried the things there.
During this period, he also found out a lot of information.
After getting the money, Fan Zhuang's brother and sister-in-law spent it like a spoiled brat for a while, and then they were planning to buy a house. However, they were tricked into buying a haunted house, and suffered mental torture every day. It is said that they are now in a trance and call everyone they see "Second brother, second brother".
Zhang Wenheng: “…”
Before he left, the two men returned to the countryside and their spirits gradually improved.
Xihe built a laboratory at home and often stayed in it for a day or two. Her aunt would knock on the door and bring her meals. Cheng Que thought she was really making trouble and didn't take her health seriously, so he opened the door and called for help.
The moment the door opened, a woman in a white coat was seen doing experiments seriously.
Cheng Que: “…”
He silently closed the laboratory door.
Two days later, Xihe came out and Cheng Que stopped her and asked, "Did you make all those things yourself?"
Xihe collapsed on the sofa. Hearing this, he moved his fingers weakly and said, "Yeah, I'm so tired." He kicked him and complained, "Why don't you find me a genius? If you keep going like this, my hair will fall out."
The long black hair spread out on the sofa, shining with a dark luster.
Cheng Que's curiosity was completely gone. He walked over, picked the person up, and said softly, "It's my fault. I'll find it for you in a couple of days."
Xihe turned around and buried her head in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Find another decorator to make the guest room on the first floor bigger, or build an elevator on the second floor."
Cheng Que paused, suddenly lowered his head, his eyes burning.
Xihe opened her eyelids, raised her hand to cover his face, and pinched it: "Or, you can change to a bigger bed."
Cheng Que stared at her blankly for a long while, then suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, unable to utter a word. Xihe pushed hard: "Hey, are you trying to strangle me?"
"No."
The voice was slightly choked.
Xihe was stunned. She raised her hands to hold his face and said in surprise: "No way, President Cheng, you can actually drop gold beans?"
Cheng Que immediately turned his face away, but was pulled back by Xi He. Staring at the red corners of his eyes, he couldn't help but kiss him, his voice full of smiles: "I didn't expect you to look so beautiful when you cry. Um, your eyelashes are even longer than mine, too much!"
The tip of the nose touched the tip of the nose, and the breath gradually entangled.
Xihe rubbed his soft lips and breathed ambiguously: "It's been so long, shouldn't we take the next step? For example, kissing, for example..."
Soft hands slipped under the hem of his clothes.
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