Wen Xili looked back lightly, calmly, and glanced at him.

"You make Mr. Jiang very sad, she is your wife, don't make her too sad."

Wen Xili's expression was indifferent and he didn't say a word.

"Don't let her keep borrowing alcohol to kill her sorrows, she has a bad stomach, and drinking too much alcohol is too much burden on her body." Ling Zihan's voice was gentle, with a hint of approachable persuasion, without any aggression.

Wen Xili took out a cigarette from his trousers, bit it on his lip, and lit the cigarette butt with a lighter.

His face was indifferent, and he calmly asked, "Is this your business?" ”

Ling Zihan was slightly stunned, then nodded, and lowered his head a little embarrassed, "I have known Mr. Jiang for many years, and I couldn't help but say a few more words when I saw her sad today, and asked Mr. Wen not to care." ”

His attitude is like a friend around Jiang Jiu who is unhappy for her, and he can handle the scale and attitude with ease.

Wen Xili looked at him lightly, "I heard that you just divorced your fiancée today. I can't see that you are still in the mood to care about other people's women. ”

Ling Zihan's lips pursed slightly, and when he looked up, he was already as gentle and indifferent as usual, and he bowed slightly to Wen Xili, "It's just that I'm good friends with Mr. Jiang, and I can't see her sad and frustrated." Mr. Wen doesn't like to hear it, so I won't talk about it. ”

He nodded apologetically to Wincy, then turned and left.

Wen Xili bit his cigarette and stood in place, looking at Ling Zihan's back as he left.

This man ......

He pondered slightly, and he didn't know where his defense and hostility towards Ling Zihan came from.

It's just that he subconsciously feels that he is not so harmless as he appears on the outside.

However, it is normal for children who grew up in a big family to be a little disguised and scheming, Wen Xili pinched the cigarette butt, turned around and picked up the bag on the sofa, and walked upstairs.

*

Wen Xili went upstairs and saw Jiang Jiu sleeping on her bed.

As Ling Zihan said, she seems to have gone to the bar after work, and now she is lying here, not even taking off her makeup.

He walked over, looked down at her, then reached out and patted her face and called her name: "Ginger wine." ”

After calling a few times and getting no response, Wen Xili frowned, glanced at her thin shirt and close-fitting skirt, hesitated, and rolled up her cuffs.

……

When Ginger woke up, it was already the next morning.

The hangover didn't feel good, she sat up from the bed with her forehead propped up, looked at the pajamas she was wearing backwards, and was dazed for a moment.

The memory is broken, she doesn't know how to get back here, and the last memory is still drinking with Ling Zihan in the music bar.

Thinking of this, she was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked out, and saw Wen Xili sitting on the sofa sleeping.

I always feel that the current situation is a little strangely familiar.

Jiang Jiu pursed his lips, lifted the quilt and walked barefoot off the bed.

When she made a sound, Wen Xili woke up, and Jiang Jiu didn't look at him, passed by him, and went into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of falling water from the shower could be heard inside.

Wen Xili sat on the sofa all night, didn't sleep well, buried his face in his hands a little tired, and closed his eyes slightly.

Half an hour later, ginger wine walked out of the bathroom with silk bathrobe and long hair wet.

She looked refreshed, walked over to the dresser, took out her hair dryer and began to blow her hair.