Three days later, in the evening.

Wen Sinuan was wearing a bright red Chinese-style wedding dress and a red hijab, and was sent to the villa in the backyard of the Huo family's old mansion by Wen Zhendong's assistant Ma Bing from the back door of the Huo family.

During this process, there was no one else to pick up, let alone the hustle and bustle, and it was so quiet that it was like entering a cemetery.

Ma Bing sent Wen Sinuan all the way to the bedroom, pressed her shoulders to make her sit on the bed, and whispered a threat next to her hijab: "Wen Sannuan, your husband lives here, you obediently remember those words that told you, otherwise be careful of your grandparents' lives." ”

Wen Sinuan's thin body trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "I, I know, Brother Ma, don't worry, I will definitely be obedient." ”

As she spoke, her head hanging even lower with the phoenix crown on top of it.

Sure enough, he was a fool.

The horseman smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave.

Wen Sinuan waited for a long time, but no one came in, and there was a deathly silence around her.

The wind, blowing in through the open windows, carries coolness.

This huge villa makes people feel the joy of being newly married, and it can even be said that it is not popular.

It's not so much a mansion as a desolate lonely grave.

She thought it was just the Wen family who regarded this marriage as a deal, but she didn't expect the Huo family's attitude to be full of indifference.

They don't care, she cares.

After all, she didn't come here to be a young grandmother.

The stomach "growled" twice, Wen Sinuan ripped off the red beaded hijab and jumped off the bed.

She pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and behind the lenses, her clear, sly eyes rolled around.

This is his husband's bedroom?

The room is not small, but the setting is extraordinarily simple, with only a large bed and a wardrobe, in cool colors of black and gray.

Wen Sinuan gently opened the door.

There are no lights outside, only the dim light penetrates through the floor-to-ceiling glass in the evening, illuminating the Chinese-style decoration hall.

There was very little furniture in the room, and there was emptiness everywhere, and the expensive mahogany furniture was oppressive and dull in such light.

Confirming the location of the kitchen, Wen Sinuan kicked off the squeezing heels, strode over with her skirt, and fumbled to turn on the small light in the kitchen.

The marble floor was a little cold, and she didn't care, but the empty kitchen counter was so clean that there wasn't even a spice bottle.

Could it be that there is no one living here at all?

The corners of Wen Sinuan's mouth pursed in disappointment, and secretly slandered: "This is preparing to starve the bride to death?"

Even if you are ready to know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the tiger mountains, you won't even survive the wedding night, right?

Wen Sinuan was unconvinced.

She rummaged through the kitchen and finally found a sandwich in the refrigerator that was just at the cut-off point.

"It's better to have diarrhea after eating than not having to eat now. She muttered, ripping open the package and taking a bite, immediately squinting in satisfaction.

It looked like an ordinary sandwich, but it was the best she had ever tasted.

The cake is fluffy with a hint of lemon, the cucumber slices in the filling are crisp and refreshing, and even the bacon and ham inside are extraordinarily fragrant.

"It's delicious!"

Wen Sinuan sighed with relief and closed the refrigerator door with a "snap".

As soon as he turned around, his gaze froze.

I don't know when, there was a man in a wheelchair at the kitchen door.

In the dim light, the man was half a step away from her, watching her silently.

The eyebrows are like a knife, the eye sockets are deep, and the three-dimensional facial features are as if they are meticulously carved by the masters, and every inch is perfect to the extreme. But his face was too pale, and the indifference that seemed to come out of his bones made people inexplicably weak in the quiet atmosphere.

It's just that......

It's just that this man is so familiar!

Yes, is it him?

Wen Sinuan's eyebrows jumped, and two faint red clouds immediately rose on his little face.

She subconsciously hid the hand holding the sandwich behind her, and quickly chewed and swallowed the food in her mouth with her small mouth.

His mind had entered a state of alert, but a simple and timid smile appeared on his face: "Hello, uncle, hello!"

She bowed halfway to the man, looking as well-behaved as a schoolboy.

The moment she bent over, a flash of narrowness flashed in her eyes.

I don't know if this uncle remembers her or not.

I guess I don't remember...... After all, at that time, it was just a passing by.

Wen Sinuan stood in the backlit shadow with her back to the kitchen window, even if she was facing each other, Huo Liting could only see her careful movements, and she couldn't see the subtle expression on her face.

Uncle?

Is he so old?

Wen Sinuan noticed that the man's gaze was two points colder than before, and asked with a grin, "Uncle, are you also here to find food?"

She took out the sandwich hidden behind her, pushed down her glasses awkwardly, and smiled: "What a coincidence, so am I." But the only thing you can eat here is this sandwich. I just got married today, and my father asked me to make a good impression on the Huo family. So, I'll give you half of this sandwich, don't tell my husband about me stealing food, okay?"

She finished her sentence and was about to split the sandwich in two.

The little hand tugged at the sandwich, and the movements were rude and clumsy.

Huo Liting's brows furrowed unconsciously.

It turned out that she was her own bride.

Wedding Rush ...... He opposed this kind of ignorant behavior from the beginning, but the Huo family insisted.

He never looked forward to marriage, and naturally he didn't have any requirements for the bride.

But he still didn't expect Wen Zhendong to be so shameless that he would send a stupid woman with an obviously insufficient IQ to come over.

Is it really when he Huo Liting is dying and powerless to struggle?

The blood in his chest moved slightly, and the man couldn't help coughing lightly: "Cough ......"

He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and the black handkerchief lined the slender and white fingers, and the bones were distinct.

"Uncle, are you sick?" Wen Sinuan was startled.

She didn't care about dividing the sandwich again, so she hurriedly walked over and reached out to clasp the man's pulse, "Come, I'll show you." ”

"No, I don't. ”

At the same time as Huo Liting's cold voice fell, the body controlled the wheelchair and turned to the side, avoiding her hand.

Wen Sinuan followed him around for half a circle, so anxious that she didn't know where to put the sandwich, so she simply stuffed it into her mouth and bit it.

She immediately squatted beside the wheelchair, pressed the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand, stubbornly buckled his wrist with the other, and muttered vaguely with her mouth stuffed with a sandwich: "Uncle, if you are sick, you have to be treated, you have to believe me, I have cured my Xiaobai's illness!"

The girl's clear eyes shine through the lenses, reflecting an innocent and serious light.

Huo Liting frowned, "Who is Xiaobai?"

He wanted to break free, but the girl's strength was so great that he couldn't move.

Wen Sinuan didn't seem to see the meaning of his struggle, and took the sandwich in his mouth with his free hand pressing the armrest of the wheelchair.

She hurriedly smiled at him and said, "Xiaobai is our little dog, as handsome as you are...... It's a pity that I killed you a month ago......"

The joy on her face vanished suddenly, her head hung down sadly, and a layer of fog rose on her lenses.

It was as if the delicious sandwich didn't smell good in an instant.

Only the fingers on the man's wrist were still pressing gently.

"Ahem......"

Huo Liting coughed violently twice, and a thick knot suddenly condensed between his eyebrows.

This girl...... What a fool.

Wen Sinuan obviously didn't notice Huo Liting's inquiring gaze that fell on her face.

She crouched down and felt her pulse.

After a few seconds, he suddenly wrinkled his brows, and his little face was serious and dignified, "Huh, ......"