Mom, how does this sentence sound so awkward.

Wen Lishu was indignant in his heart, and said, who took advantage of whom?

She clenched her pink fist, this man was so hateful.

Forget it, he's the master, here he has the final say.

Wen Lishu swallowed her dissatisfaction and replied calmly: "I didn't take advantage of you, I just saw that you were drunk and uncomfortable, so I got a towel and wiped your face for you." ”

Song Qiancheng snorted coldly: "Put away your little cleverness, don't think that you can make up for your mistakes by using small means, I don't want to hold you accountable, but I haven't figured out how to clean you up for the time being." ”

Song Qiancheng not only thanked her for taking care of her, but also criticized her, Wen Lishu was not happy, and answered with a heavy heart: "Oh." ”

This ended the topic, and Song Qiancheng ordered stiffly: "Go cook breakfast." ”

Wen Lishu turned around and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

When she went to the kitchen, she boiled a pot of water and stood in front of the cupboard, staring at the water in the pot.

The water went from being calm at first, then slowly frothing, then boiling, with a large amount of water vapor coming out, and finally smoking her eyes.

She really didn't want to cry, but she just couldn't hold back.

What did she do wrong, she didn't do anything early in the morning, and he counted her all at once.

The slightest grievance crept up in my heart, and the tears went out of control.

She raised her hand to wipe her tears and put the noodles in the pot.

At the same time, Song Qiancheng's voice full of disgust sounded behind her: "How much do you have opinions about me, you know how to cry all day long." ”

Wen Lishu turned around, and Song Qiancheng stood at the kitchen door looking at her, with fire in his eyes.

Her negative emotions were overflowing, and she couldn't hold back for a while, so she said weakly: "I have no opinion on you, I just can't stand your indiscriminate scolding." ”

With that, she turned around, picked up a pair of chopsticks to tuffle the noodles in the pot, and began to ignore him.

Song Qiancheng was furious, clenched his fists and turned around, striding out of the villa.

Wen Lishu pursed her lips, turned off the fire, and finally squatted on the ground, holding her legs, and sobbing in a low voice.

......

After the unhappy dissolution in the morning, Song Qiancheng did not come back for two days in a row.

This is a situation that has never happened before, Wen Lishu waited at home and became more and more bottomless, seeing that the week was about to end, but her passport had not yet arrived.

Wen Lishu was restless at home, and had no choice but to call Weng Ran for help.

"Weng Ran, are you Mr. Song in the company today?"

"Yes, Miss Wen has something to look for him?" Weng Ran asked.

Wen Lishu didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "He took my passport, I want to come back, but he doesn't agree, I'm thinking how can I get it back?"

She has been separated from Song Qiancheng for two years, and she can't see through his heart, but Weng Ran is different, she is Song Qiancheng's right-hand man, and she can always touch Song Qiancheng's mind just right.

After knowing that Wen Lishu was the intention to ask him for advice, Weng Ran said euphemistically: "This depends on Mr. Song's mood, and I can't do anything, but Mr. Song didn't have breakfast today, if you can bring him something to eat, he should be in a good mood." ”

Weng Ran did not guarantee that this method would be feasible, but when Song Qiancheng was in a good mood, he was naturally easy to speak, and the passport matter would be discussed.

Wen Lishu thought about it and felt that Weng Ran's words were reasonable, so he said, "Okay, I understand." ”