Mo Tingchen was unexpectedly calm, but Jing Shaoqing was not calm anymore, and pulled Chen Mengyao away: "Little thing, you better shut up, you have nothing to do here, go!"
No matter how Chen Mengyao struggled, Jing Shaoqing forcibly took her away. The price he paid was that he was bitten severely on the wrist and saw blood.
He was angry and funny: "Are you a dog?!"
Chen Mengyao glared at him: "I'm not a dog, but as long as I see you, I don't mind being a dog! You're as bastard as Mark Ting-chen!"
Jing Shaoqing felt wronged, but had no way to explain: "It's fine, fine, as long as you're happy, whatever you think."
Facing Mark Tingchen, Wen Yan showed no dissatisfaction or anger, and took the initiative to hold his arm: "I want to go home, shall we go together? Or I'll go first, you and Jiang Yanyan together?"
Mark Tingchen looked into her eyes, unable to see through for the first time: "Let's go."
Back in the car, she opened the distance between the two of them, with the same indifferent expression on her face, Chen Nuo looked at the two icebergs from the rearview mirror, and trembled a little: "Master madam go back?"
Wen Yan didn't speak, and Mark Tingchen just gave a faint 'hmm'.
In the car, the two of them had no more communication. When they returned to Mu's house, Wen Yan took a shower, put on comfortable slippers and home clothes, plunged into the studio, locked the door, and finally shed tears.
She used to think that all the hatred could be disintegrated by time, but now it seems that it will only become more intense with time. Mark Tingchen has not let go of her hatred, and her hatred for him is also growing crazily, and it will never be her She can maintain balance and tranquility by being careful, and she shouldn't have delusions from the beginning!
In the evening, Mark Tingchen's car left the Mu residence.
Mama Liu knocked on the door of the studio: "Yanyan, it's time for dinner. The young master is on a business trip, and he probably won't be back for several days."
Hearing that Mark Tingchen was not there, Wen Yan put down his brush, got up and went downstairs.
Seeing her red and swollen eyes, Mama Liu showed a worried look: "Yanyan, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Yan shrugged meaninglessly: "It's okay, it's just that I'm tired from drawing for too long."
Mama Liu didn't think much about it, and kept putting the sumptuous dishes into her bowl: "Your body is still weak, you need to mend it, look, I asked the kitchen to make soup tonight, it's very nourishing, drink more point."
Looking at the white soup, she had no desire to drink it. At this moment, the mobile phone rang. She smiled at Mama Liu, got up and went to the side to answer the phone.
Seeing Mama Liu went back to work in the kitchen, she was relieved. The soup had a fishy smell, which she didn't like, and she didn't want Mama Liu to be unhappy, so she had to hide as long as she could.
Chen Mengyao's frustrated voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiaoyancan you come out and stay with me? I'm in a bad mood right now"
Chen Mengyao has always reported good news but not bad news. She would call her because she was in a bad mood. Something must have happened to her. She was a little worried: "What's wrong, Yaoyao?"
Chen Mengyao was silent for a long while, but finally did not say the reason: "I don't want to say, don't ask, okay? It doesn't matter if you can't come out"
Wen Yan said immediately: "Where are you? I'll come out now."
Chen Mengyao reported the address, Wen Yan went upstairs and changed her clothes, but when she went out, she was stopped by Butler Lin: "Madam, the young master told you that you can't go out at will until he comes back."
She bit her lip and stood stubbornly. She was Mark Ting-chen's wife, not a canary in a cage. Where she wanted to go and whom she wanted to meet was her freedom and should not be interfered with!
"Uncle Lin, I'm just going to meet friends of the same sex, and I'll be back soon. You don't need to tell Mark Tingchen, even if he finds out, it doesn't matter, I will bear the consequences myself." Her tone was pleading.
Uncle Lin was a little moved. Both she and Mark Tingchen were children he watched growing up. Sometimes, it's not good to be too strict: "Thenyou come back as soon as possible, the young master may call back later to ask, I'm not good Cross."
Wen Yan was a little moved: "Thank you, Uncle Lin"
Lin Butler, as a member of the Mu family, has done everything for the Mu family all his life. It is impossible for him to go against Mo Tingchen's wishes. Now that he is willing to help her, she doesn't know what else to say besides being grateful.
When she arrived at the place Chen Mengyao mentioned, she found it was a bar. She had never liked these places. The deafening music inside made her feel uncomfortable, and the writhing bodies on the dance floor made her dare not look directly at them. It's too exaggerated for her.
The bar was dimly lit, and she couldn't find Chen Mengyao, so she could only make a phone call to inquire. After several consecutive calls, she was picked up: "I'm at booth 12"
??Sound, Chen Mengyao was a little drunk.
Wen Yan hurriedly looked for it, and there was only Chen Mengyao in the booth, holding the bottle and drinking heavily.
She snatched the bottle away: "Yaoyao, why are you drinking like that? Tell me what's the matter. If you drink badly, you will be the one who suffers!"
Chen Mengyao looked at her with drunken eyes and smirked: "You really sound like my dad, your thinking is not like a girl in her early twenties, but likemy mother~"
Seeing Chen Mengyao's stupid look, Wen Yan couldn't stand it: "Stop drinking, I'll take you home."
Chen Mengyao re-opened a bottle of wine: "Don't, let me drink, I feel that life is too difficult I will soon have nothing"
Nothing? Wen Yan didn't quite understand: "What do you have nothing? Are you having trouble with Zhanchi?"
Chen Mengyao covered her mouth: "Hey I slipped my tongue, it's okay I'm fine"
No matter how much she persuaded, Chen Mengyao insisted on drinking almost all the wine she ordered, and she was already drunk to a pool of mud, and she kept babbling.
Wen Yan had no choice but to leave with her on his back. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and he had promised to go back early, but it was in vain.
"Xiaoyanthe person who took away my jewelry materials has been found, and he is deadthe jewelry is gone, my family is ruinedmy dad went straight to the hospitalthe debt he owes will never be paid off for the rest of his life."
Wen Yan's footsteps stopped, and his eyes were red: "It's okay Yaoyao I'll go to Mark Tingchen, it will be fine"
Chen Mengyao's reaction suddenly became violent: "I don't want you to go to him! Don'tdon't ask him! I'm not the kind of person who betrays my friends. He treats you like that. Why do you ask him? Even if I die, I don't want to Let you bow your head to him for me!"
Wen Yan was afraid that she would go crazy with alcohol, so he could only follow her words: "Okay, don't look for him, let's go, let's go home."
It was almost twelve o'clock when I sent Chen Mengyao back. She returned to Mu's house full of exhaustion, and when she reached the gate, she saw that the whole Mu's house was brightly lit, and Mark Tingchen had returned (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com