"Then please ask my uncle to tell Mr. Shao for me, he has no chance."

Fu Shiye never hesitated, and almost blurted out, "And in this life, he can't have a chance." ”

Xie Ronghou raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He put down the teacup in his hand and got up to say goodbye: "I prefer to drink wine to health tea." There is wine today, drunk today, and sorrow tomorrow comes. ”

"Uncle, I still have something to do, so I won't send you away."

Fu Shiye directly issued an eviction order, "Let Uncle Tang send you." ”

Xie Ronghou also lives in Liu'an Xiaofeng, not next to him, across a few villas, just across the landscape lake.

He has always boarded a boat for night visits, so naturally he also boarded the boat and left.

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There are very few women in the guest room, and it is the princess style of Wen Yayan's room in the Wen house.

It is Wen Yabao's least favorite style.

There is an anachronistic stubbornness and hypocrisy in her.

The phone is out of airplane mode.

There were several missed calls, including agent Long Lin, aunt Wen Hualan, and even a missed call from Wen's landline.

Long Lin also left a message for her on WeChat: Meet with the artist tomorrow morning, and notify me to make adjustments before midnight if there are other arrangements. If you do not receive any other recovery, it will be considered as the default itinerary.

Wen Yabao has a habit of checking all the information first, and exited Long Lin's chat interface.

Scrolling down to Wen Hualan's chat interface, my aunt sent me a few pictures: studio logo, do you want to design it yourself or use a design studio? Take a look at these photos first, and feel free to tell me to make adjustments if you have any ideas.

Wen Yabao looked at it carefully, picked one of them and sent it back, and explained the details she wanted to change.

Unicorn, dreamy and elegant white-purple.

It has the power to heal everything.

Unicorns can bring her good luck to go on, and it is lucky to be the logo of the studio.

Wen Hualan quickly replied to the message: Then I will let the designer studio design a few versions according to your ideas, and change them until I like them.

Wen Yabao replied with a "yes".

Before she had time to exit the chat interface, Wen Hualan's new message came in again: Mr. Long can't get through to your mobile phone, she has something to do with you, you call her back.

Wen Yabao can only reply with a "good" again.

The phone lock screen, pinched it in the palm of my hand and turned it for a moment.

Unlock it and dial back the landline of the Wen house.

Wang Ma, who answered the phone, Wen Yabao didn't ask anything, but just asked the old lady to answer the phone by name.

After about half a minute, Yu Ziying's low, weak cough came from the earpiece.

"I'll go to Qiao's house tomorrow and get married. In the future, Qiao Shao marries anyone and no one has anything to do with me, even if he marries Yanyan in the future, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Wen Yabao's voice was cold, calm as if he was talking about someone else's business.

"Figured it out?" Yu Ziying just confirmed it repeatedly.

"It's been decided, I'll go to Qiao's house early tomorrow morning to withdraw from the marriage, and I've made an appointment with Mrs. Qiao."

Wen Yabao was just informing the old lady, and there was no room for discussion.

"It's not my turn to take care of your affairs, so don't regret it since you've decided." Yu Ziying unusually did not curse her sharply and harshly, nor did she hang up the phone angrily.

On the contrary, Wen Yabao was stunned by the old lady's quietness.

I didn't speak for a while.

A voice sounded from the earpiece again: "Is there anything else you want to advise?" Miss Wen! ”

His thoughts were suddenly pulled back, Wen Yabao pursed his lips and kept calm vigilantly: "Grandma...... Good night. ”

There was a click, and the call was cut off.

Yu Ziying's arms were propped up on the armrests of the sofa in contemplation.

After a while, he raised his hand and beckoned Wang Ma to come to him, his face was dark and uncertain: "Go, call the second girl down and talk to me." ”