Wen Yihua was in a very good mood all day, the air ticket was booked, and he could travel with Wang Xueyan immediately; the plan for trial operation was approved, and the electronic media and paper media were all arranged!

Yan Yu also arranged to talk about promotion with well-known self-media experts in recent days, and other construction sites have also started smoothly.

He felt that his life had reached a peak. He called Wang Xueyan and learned that she was still working overtime. He warmly expressed his longing and wanted to go over to accompany her, but she was rejected. He wanted to pick her up from work, but he was also refused, and the reason was good: she had her own car.

He suddenly realized that he had dug a hole for himself. How many opportunities have been lost to send her personally!

So, he seemed to be coquettish: "Wang Gong, can't you accompany me?

Wang Xueyan smiled softly on the phone: "I want to draw the first draft for others to show before I go to Italy! Otherwise, how can I stay in Italy for a few more days?"

He let her go: "Okay, that's pretty much it! Then can you call me when you get home?"

"I'm not going to call you!"

"Why??"

Wang Xueyan smiled: "I want to video with you!"

I was in a good mood when I smelled the painting! I almost hummed a little song all the way home. It is said that this little song is the most popular on Douyin: I want to take you to see the clear sky, and I want to tell you out loud that I am fascinated by you.

Wang Xueyan once gently shook his hand and continued to sing him: "For the rest of your life, you will cook the food, you will do the laundry, and you will do the housework." ”

When he got out of the car, the lights in front of him suddenly dimmed, and a figure stood in front of him: it turned out to be Cheng Anqi.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her twinkling eyes, and smelled the faint smell of wine on her body: "Angel, have you drunk?"

Cheng Anqi shouted softly: "One painting!"

Then he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around his neck, rubbed his face up, kissed him on the lips, and closed his eyes tightly.

Wen Yihua's whole body stiffened, his eyes widened, and before he could react, he felt the damp heat between his lips.

But, it was only a few seconds, and he raised his hand to rip off her hands and pushed her out hard: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Anqi's lips trembled slightly: "It's nothing, it's just to feel it." We've been in love for three years, and I don't know it yet, but it turns out that kissing with you is like this. ”

Wen Yihua looked at her incredulously: "Are you crazy?"

She smiled indifferently: "Then you will treat me as crazy!" said without entanglement with him, turned around and left.

Wen Yihua caught up with her: "How do you go home after drinking?"

She turned her head and laughed, "Do you care about me?"

He let go of his hand, picked up his phone and said, "I'll call you a substitute driver!"

Cheng Anqi suddenly impulsively knocked his mobile phone on the ground: "I don't need your sympathy, I can go home by myself! ”

Wen Yihua silently looked at the mobile phone on the ground, looked at her again, and said: "If I am at fault, you can blame me, but you don't torture yourself like this." ”

Cheng Anqi smiled and said, "I said, I'm doing well!" said and made a phone call: "Hey, where are you?" I'm downstairs with a painter in Wenyi, you come and pick me up!" She even insisted on not letting Wen Yihua cross the street.

Wen Yihua picked up the phone, watched her stumble down the street, and dialed Zhang Mingle's phone: "Hey, come over and help me send Cheng Anqi home!"

"I'm really convinced of you! Your current girlfriend wants to take care of you, you look for me. Your ex-girlfriend has to take care of you, and you're looking for me again, am I your girlfriend's babysitter?"

Zhang Mingle asked while driving.

Wen Yihua followed Cheng Anqi, and it didn't take long to see Zhang Mingle arrive, so he turned around and went home, feeling that the good mood of the day had been ruined.

Cheng Anqi was not drunk, as soon as she got in the car, she said to Zhang Mingle: "Why did it take so long to come?"

Zhang Mingle shook his head: "Actually, a painting is good for you, I have been following you just now, and I have called me to pick you up." ”

"What's that? Didn't I call you a long time ago? Why do you always fail to fulfill what you promised me? Or is it better for He Haiyang, he will do whatever I ask him to do. Cheng Anqi shook her hair and said angrily.

Zhang Mingle reached out and touched her forehead: "Don't you drink much, isn't this drunk and everyone is drunk? What do you want me to do now?"

Cheng Anqi stared at him and grabbed his hand: "Of course I'm not drunk." ”

This night is really a few joys and a few sorrows!

Even though Cheng Anqi ruined her mood, Wen Yihua was still full of joy when she clicked on the video and saw Wang Xueyan.

He was wearing a pink shirt, which he bought with her. She smiled when she saw it, pink can look so good on a man, it is estimated that it is one of the few times.

Before they could say a few words, Song Yizhen's phone call interrupted them, Wang Xueyan was about to tell her about the business trip, but she asked as if she was worried: "Xueyan, my mother has something to tell you." ”

Wang Xueyan felt that her tone was wrong, and she panicked, guessing if she was going to mention her emotional matter again.

Sure enough, she said on the phone: "Your colleague, my mother has met me several times, should you also listen to your mother's opinion?"

Wang Xueyan said, "Mom, what do you think of him?"

Song Yizhen was a little dumbfounded by this question! How about smelling a painting? Of course it is good! However, no matter how good it is, just because he is Hua Churong's son, it is a thousand mistakes! She hardened her heart and said: "Mom thinks Xuanwen is more suitable for you!"

"Mom?" Wang Xue Yan called, "You didn't say that before. ”

"Didn't I say that? After contact, I didn't think it was appropriate. ”

"How can it be? Mom, why are you dissatisfied with him?" Wang Xueyan was anxious.

Song Yizhen said: "He is an American, and we are not familiar with his parents. In short, I disagree. ”

"Mom, you know, I've been working hard for ten years, but I can't fall in love with Xuanwen, and I won't be happy when I'm with him!" Wang Xue said earnestly.

Song Yizhen insisted on herself: "Xue Yan, don't be so willful! You are no longer young, you should know what you should pursue and what you should give up! If Wen Yihua is so good, how can he never have a girlfriend? He fell in love with you at first sight so easily and abandoned his girlfriend, is he too casual? Is his feelings worth scrutinizing and entrusting?"

Wang Xueyan didn't expect her to distrust Wen Yihua, but he did feel affection after seeing her, so he broke up with Cheng Anqi. She couldn't think of a better defense for a while, she said softly, trying to ease her mother's emotions: "Mom, except for the fact that I didn't handle Xuanwen much in this matter, I have never made a mistake. You should trust my vision!"

"It's because you haven't made a mistake, so Mom also hopes that you won't make a mistake this time!"

Wang Xueyan realized that she couldn't persuade her today, and said, "Mom, I'm going to Italy on a business trip in a few days. When I come back, I'll come to see you, and we'll have a good talk, shall we?"

Song Yizhen asked vigilantly: "Are you going abroad, how long will it take, and with whom?"

Wang Xueyan could only lie to her: "Mom, the company arranged to go on a business trip, and I went alone." ”

She loosened a little: "Then you should pay attention to your safety when you are abroad." I'm not going to agree!"

Putting down the phone, Wang Xueyan couldn't figure it out, why did her mother suddenly change into a different person and oppose them? Could it be that she has been going to Li's house often recently, which has given her new ideas?

She sat on the couch, hugging the pillow in a daze. Suddenly someone knocked on the door, she was stunned, who could it be so late?

Li Xuanwen appeared in front of her, she was startled when she saw it, and she was a little scared when she faced him alone.

Welcoming him into the house, she awkwardly asked, "Tea or coffee?"

He looked fixedly at the familiar room that couldn't be more familiar: "No need, I'll just sit down and leave." ”

Wang Xueyan also sat down and asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

He nodded to her without concealment: "Well, some things are more confusing. I thought of you to find some strength. ”

She was stunned, even before he didn't talk much about work with him, and she asked, "Did you encounter anything tricky?"

"Xue Yan. Li Xuanwen said: "If Li Mingze is still alive in the world, will you still be with Wen Yihua?"

This question was so weird that Wang Xueyan suddenly didn't know how to answer, she blinked, her hands clenched together unnaturally, and she avoided saying, "Xuanwen, I ......"

He knew that he was asking a difficult question, and he just wanted to see how embarrassed she looked, but when he saw it, he was not happy.

He said, "I'm the one who got the horns! I just wondered if there would be such a day when I smelled a painting." ”

"Xuanwen!" she replied honestly: "I am with him, and I rarely think of Li Mingze." ”

"Do you mean that you have forgotten about Li Mingze, or do you think of him as Li Mingze?" asked Li Xuanwen.

She said indifferently: "They are different! Even though Li Mingze is still alive now, what I fall in love with now is to smell a painting." Perhaps, I fell in love with the same look twice. ”

There was a little pain on his face: "You mean, you love him?"

Wang Xueyan looked him in the eye: "Yes, I love him." ”

Li Xuanwen's heart was sad, and he slowly got up: "It's really rare to be loved by you." ”

As he spoke, he prepared to leave, and told himself again: let him be a permanent secret!

Sleepless nights. Wang Xueyan couldn't fall asleep over and over, and especially wanted to go back to Lin'an immediately to ask what was going on. But the time is really urgent, it seems that it is the end of February and the beginning of March, the project of Aoke is about to be delivered, and I want to hand in the drawings of the new project before going to Italy.

Looking at the desk calendar, she has to fly to Italy on the weekend, and she has an indescribable feeling. I was looking forward to this trip, but I also felt that something would always happen.