Soon, in the corridor near the living room, Luo Mianmian saw the owner of the footsteps.

There's more than one.

The older man was wearing a tight suit that seemed to be able to squeeze out all his fat, and his shiny leather shoes reflected the warm yellow light.

With a flattering smile on his face, he bent slightly and pulled out the young man hiding behind him.

"Master, we were delayed on the way. I'm so sorry."

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands, feeling a little restrained in such a scene.

But what was extremely contradictory was that he lowered his voice and shouted back: "Wen Lin, why don't you come out and give your uncle a gift!"

It was completely different from when I faced this group of people.

The young man behind the middle-aged man seemed reluctant, and only stood up after the middle-aged man urged him several times.

When she saw his face clearly, Luo Mianmian almost screamed out loud.

Eleven?

How come he is here?

Luo Mianmian widened her eyes.

Before this, whether it was the first time we met at a fashion show or at a magazine party, he always had a smile on his face, looking cynical as if he had no worries at all.

Instead of being like now, with a cold face, sharp thorns all over the body, standing here in resistance.

Wen Jianshen noticed her loss of composure and gently patted Luo Mianmian's shoulder. Luo Mianmian then came to her senses and found that people around her were looking at her with strange eyes.

She composed her expression and secretly digested this huge amount of information.

"Happy birthday, uncle."

Eleven, no, you should call him Wen Lin now, he said without any sincerity, then handed the things in his hand to the waiter beside him and turned to leave.

But he was stopped by the middle-aged man next to him. He looked at the people on the field embarrassedly, pinched Wen Lin's arm with his fingers, and put on a greasy, flattering smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, Master. Xiao Lin was being naughty."

Luo Mianmian thought that according to Wen Qiang's temper, Wen Lin's reluctance would definitely make him unhappy, but after listening to the middle-aged man's explanation, Wen Qiang just nodded lightly: "It's good that you're here."

This is not like his style.

Luo Mianmian turned around and looked at the people around her, only to see that they all looked as if they were used to it. She was the only one who found it strange.

After this pair of father and son, there were no other gifts. Wen Qiang spoke a few words to everyone and then let everyone go home.

Luo Mianmian also said goodbye to Wen Qiang and his wife. After Wen Jianshen offered to send Luo Mianmian back, Luo Mianmian thought about it and decided to refuse him.

"It's Uncle Wen's birthday today, just stay home with him. I've already notified the driver in advance, and he's waiting for me nearby."

Wen Jianshen was silent for a while. He wanted to say that Wen Qiang didn't need his company at all, and he wished he would go away and not disturb their world of two.

But seeing that Luo Mianmian thought she had a heart of a princess, Wen Qiang couldn't bear to burst her fantasy. After sending Luo Mianmian to the car, he let Luo Mianmian go back by herself.

It's not impossible to let Mianmian misunderstand that Wen Qiang has a soft heart.

Luo Mianmian leaned on the backrest of the car to rest. Actually, she was not very tired tonight, but after meeting so many people, Luo Mianmian still felt a little tired.

When turning the corner, Luo Mianmian saw the car in front stopped, followed by a heated argument.

Listening to the voice, it turned out to be Wen Lin and his father.

Luo Mianmian quickly asked the driver to stop, just because she wanted to know why Wen Lin was so different from the one outside.

Their quarrel lasted for a while. Luo Mianmian only heard words like "poor" and "dignity". Then she saw Wen Lin being driven out of the car. His father seemed to be very unhappy with him and drove away.

He ignored Wen Lin who was left alone.

This is a wealthy area on the top of the mountain. There is no public transportation at all, and the residents here don't need it. Taxi drivers won't come when they hear it's so far.

Luo Mianmian looked at Wen Lin sitting alone on the side of the road, took out a cigarette from her arms and started smoking.

It seems that he will not go back to the Wen family. Are we just going to watch him go on alone?

Luo Mianmian asked herself in her heart, she was not a bad girl, Wen Lin was Wen Jianshen’s younger brother, and he had not left a bad impression on Luo Mianmian before. Luo Mianmian had also worn several of ME’s skirts.

It was not reasonable for Luo Mianmian to not help him, and she would feel guilty about it.

Therefore, Luo Mianmian's car stopped in front of Wen Lin.

The car window rolled down, revealing a slender girl. She looked at the man squatting on the ground with concern: "Excuse me, do you need me to give you a ride?"

Wen Lin raised his eyes, narrowed his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and looked at the girl in front of him.

Her eyes were very clear, different from those of the people Wen Lin had met. When she looked at him, Wen Lin clearly saw concern in her eyes.

Wen Lin exhaled a smoke ring, and the white smoke made his eyebrows and eyes vaguely visible.

Just when Luo Mianmian thought Wen Lin was going to reject her, Wen Lin suddenly spoke.

"good."

Only then did Luo Mianmian ask the driver to open the car door immediately and let Wen Lin in.

Wen Lin's aura was very cold, completely different from his usual warm and gentle personality. Luo Mianmian looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, without saying a word to him.

I guess he is not in the mood to talk to Luo Mianmian right now.

Wen Lin had put out his cigarette long before getting in the car, and now he smelled slightly of smoke. Luo Mianmian frowned silently.

She was not used to the smell of cigarettes, but fortunately Luo Tianfeng didn't smoke much, so Luo Mianmian had never suffered from secondhand smoke since she was a child.

Now that Wen Lin came suddenly, the air in this small space was not circulating, and Luo Mianmian's nostrils were full of the smell of cigarettes.

"Don't like cigarettes?"

Wen Lin suddenly spoke.

Luo Mianmian looked at Wen Lin with some surprise. Her actions were so secretive, but he noticed?

Luo Mianmian was a little embarrassed, "I am a little uncomfortable with it."

"Tsk, so delicate." Wen Lin muttered. Luo Mianmian didn't hear what he said and looked at him in confusion.

"Did you like the dress from before?"

Wen Lin suddenly asked a question without any context, and Luo Mianmian hadn't reacted yet: "Huh?"

Then he responded, "I like it."

Luo Mianmian thought of the glowing skirt, her eyes sparkling, "Your idea is really great, the skirt is so beautiful."

After hearing what Luo Mianmian said, Wen Lin hummed and said nothing more.

In this strange atmosphere, Luo Mianmian sent Wen Lin to where he wanted to go.

She looked closely and saw a busy bar with scantily clad men and women coming in and out and strange lights flickering.

Wen Lin seemed to be very familiar with this place. He greeted the people at the door in a familiar manner, then went in, with a wicked and wanton smile on his face.