In his life, the most likely opportunity to marry Wen Lishu was buried by his own hands, and he complained bitterly.

It can be seen that two years ago, he had missed it once, but he didn't expect that two years later, he also missed it again, and she still became someone else's wife.

Zhou Minglang looked at Wen Lishu with a staring face, he was in a terrible mood, and he regretted dying.

Wen Lishu looked at his expression, and more or less guessed what Zhou Minglang was thinking at the moment, she didn't want to continue this topic, so she simply lowered her head and concentrated on eating porridge.

After Zhou Minglang learned about it, he became quite depressed, he raised his hand frantically, unscrewed the bow tie around his neck, and then reached out to the table to take a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid, and drank it sullenly.

After Wen Lishu finished eating the porridge, Zhou Minglang resumed the topic.

"He usually doesn't embarrass you at home, right?" Zhou Minglang slowly accepted the fact that she was married, and began to worry about Wen Lishu's situation.

Wen Lishu didn't know what to say, but she didn't want Zhou Minglang to be careful, so she reluctantly held up a smile and said against her will: "Don't worry, I'm doing well." ”

"Okay?" Zhou Minglang said with a hidden face, and questioned firmly, "How many years have we known each other, do you really think I can't tell when you're lying?" He cast a scrutinizing look, swept her face, and pointed out sharply, "Look at your bitter gourd face now, you must have been bullied by Song Qiancheng a lot." ”

Her lies were all exposed by Zhou Minglang at once, she pursed her lips and didn't speak again.

Her silence was tantamount to acquiescing to what he said.

Zhou Minglang sat there, his mind was already imaginative, and his mind was making up the scene of Song Qiancheng's abuse of Wen Lishu.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he thought of the woman he wanted to hold in the palm of his hand, but he was so ruined by Song Qiancheng, the fire pressure in his body couldn't be suppressed.

In the next second, he stood up from his chair and said angrily, "I'll go to him now to settle accounts." ”

As he spoke, Zhou Minglang had already rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was going to beat Song Qiancheng fat.

Zhou Minglang has been particularly protective of her since she was a child, I remember that when I was in school, there was a boy who always deliberately teased her during recess, and the plot was particularly excessive, after Zhou Minglang knew, he came directly to her class, and beat the boy hard without saying a word, and teased the words: "If you dare to touch her hair again, I will chop your hand directly." ”

Zhou Minglang's usual temper is very gentle, but whenever he touches her, he will become quite irrational, Wen Lishu was afraid that he would do too much, so he hurriedly stood up, and was so anxious that he reached out and grabbed his arm first, and then spoke to dissuade him: "Don't trouble him." ”

"Why can't I go?" Zhou Minglang was angry, "Your father is in prison now, I won't go for you." ”

Wen Lishu tugged at his arm, "You calm down." ”

"I can't calm down. Zhou Minglang had a stinky face, "Don't pull me, Song Qiancheng will be so arrogant because you don't have the pain of your mother's family now." ”

With that, Zhou Minglang pulled away her hand and left again.

Wen Lishu was so anxious that she went up again, grabbed his arm again, and she was in a hurry, so she told the truth: "I'm about to divorce him, don't make trouble." ”

Hearing the word "divorce", Zhou Minglang was stunned.

Wen Lishu saw that he stopped, and hurriedly said: "The relationship between me and him is very complicated, not only am I married to him, but even my job is signed under his company's name, and oh, the entertainment company he opened, you also have a small part of the shares in your family, if you stiffen the relationship between everyone, in the end, your mother is the one who is separated in the middle." ”

Zhou Minglang is usually very filial, and Wen Lishu especially emphasized, "You don't want your mother to be a difficult person." She stared into his eyes and said in a calm tone, "So, don't get involved, or wait for me to solve it slowly with him." ”

Zhou Minglang held back his anger, and Huo Dao: "What's the matter with my mother, how can she do business with someone like Song Qiancheng, I asked my mother to sell that share when I turned around." ”

Wen Lishu didn't answer his topic, but instead diverted and said, "Okay, I'm almost going to go for a recheck, you wait for me to freshen up, and accompany me to do the examination later." ”

……

In the villa.

After Song Qiancheng agreed to Zhong Qing's appointment, he still sat on the sofa in a daze.

He didn't close his eyes all night, leaned back on the sofa, folded his arms on his chest, and slowly closed his eyes and took a nap.

Xu was too tired, so he closed his eyes not long ago, and he just fell asleep.

He rested on the sofa until Zhong Qing called him and woke up from his dream.

Zhong Qing only called to ask him when he would leave for her house.

Song Qiancheng twisted his neck when he heard this, turned his head to look at the floor clock not far away, and only after he looked at it did he know that time passed so fast, it was already more than eleven o'clock.

Before going to bed just now, Song Qiancheng was angry, and the reason why he agreed to Zhong Qing's invitation was indeed a bit of a gamble, but now that he has calmed down, his heart is beginning to retreat.

So as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, he opened his mouth to say sorry, but before the words could be spoken, Zhong Qing preempted the words before him.

She said excitedly over there: "Mr. Song, I prepared five dishes and one soup for you today, all of which I made by myself, come over quickly, I can't wait for you to taste it." ”

Listening to her expectant voice, he couldn't open his mouth to refuse after several hours of busy work in the kitchen, and finally, Song Qiancheng cleared his throat and said, "I'll leave immediately." ”

After hanging up the phone, Song Qiancheng raised his right hand, pressed his thumb and middle finger on both temples at the same time, and waited for a while before he got up from the sofa and walked upstairs along the stairs.

Back in the bedroom, Song Qiancheng went to the bathroom to freshen up, and after finishing it, he changed his clothes again before returning to the living room again.

He stood at the top of the stairs and looked around the living room, but Wen Lishu still didn't come back.

Seeing this, the fire in his heart rose again, Song Qiancheng gritted his teeth, picked up the car key, and left the villa quickly.

The car drove all the way on the road at high speed and soon arrived at Zhong Qing's residence.

Zhong Qing is a rich second generation, and the house he lives in is in a luxurious villa, and when Song Qiancheng came to her door, Zhong Qing was already standing behind the iron gate waiting for him.

Seeing him coming, she opened the door with a smile and said sweetly, "I finally got you." As soon as he raised his hand, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the villa not far away, "Mr. Song, please come in." ”

Song Qiancheng nodded slightly, took a step into the courtyard, and it was this step that successfully pushed his marriage to Wen Lishu into the abyss.

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