"Lord of the Night!"

Wen Lan screamed, thinking that Lord Mu Ye was treating him as one of those women outside.

The Lord of the Shepherd was jealous, and his men's movements became more and more wanton.

"Didn't you say I was like a dead fish in bed? When did you become so hungry? How? Didn't the women outside you satisfy you? Wen Lan spoke harshly.

Mu Yejue came back to his senses, his thumb and index finger had just touched Wen Lan's delicate skin, and he twisted it lightly, and he knew the taste of the marrow.

"Wen Lan, there are some things that I don't want to say to you a second time, if you let me know that you cuckolded me during the marriage, your Wen, heh......" Lord Mu Ye threatened. The words fell, and the door was slammed and left.

Wen Lan rarely drinks alcohol, even if she goes out to socialize, it is only to the point, and with the Wen family and the Mu family behind her to back her, few people dare to really force her to drink. The drugging that night was purely an exception, and it was the first time that Wen Lan had been on the business scene for so many years.

After Mu Yejue left, Wen Lan dragged her physically and mentally exhausted body into the bathroom and took a simple shower, walked out of the bedroom, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Wen Lan was woken up by the alarm clock set in advance, with a hangover and a splitting headache.

was about to get up and ask the nanny Sister Li to cook a bowl of decanting soup for herself, but when she got up, she found that a bowl of decanting soup had been placed on the head of the bed at some point.

Wen Lan reached out and took the decanting soup and drank it all.

After drinking the sobering soup, Wen Lan's headache was somewhat relieved, and she got out of bed and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

"Young grandma, are you awake, is it okay to add soy milk and egg cakes for breakfast?"

Sister Li looked from the kitchen and asked with a smile.

Wen Lan nodded, raised her hand and brushed her hair, and promised: "Yes." ”

After speaking, Wen Lan remembered the decanting soup this morning, and smiled: "Sister Li, thank you for the decanting soup you cooked for me, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to go to the company today." ”

Sister Li's hand that was making egg cakes paused, turned around, and looked at Wen Lan suspiciously: "Young grandma, what are you talking about sobering soup?" I didn't do it for you! ”

Wen Lan was stunned for a moment, and turned her head sideways: "Sister Li, didn't you make that bowl of sobering soup in my room in the morning?" ”

"No!" Sister Li looked at Wen Lan and laughed.

"It's not you, who's the matter, there's no one else in this family except the two of us!" Wen Lan thought about it in pieces.

"Young grandma, look at what you said, why is there no one else except the two of us, and there is also a young master!" Sister Li looked at Wen Lan and squeezed her eyebrows.

Nightlord?

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Lan's mind flashed the picture of the confrontation between the two last night, and vetoed: "It is absolutely impossible for him, Sister Li, did you say this in order to ease the relationship between the two of us." ”

When the two first got married, Sister Li did this kind of thing a lot, and always tried all kinds of ways to match the two, but Wen Lan and Mu Yejue were both people with an EQ and an IQ of one hundred and eighteen.

Wen Lan thought wildly, Sister Li's egg cake came out of the pot, cut it into small pieces, served it to her on a plate, and took advantage of the situation to her: "Young grandma, about the sobering soup, I really didn't lie to you, it really wasn't me who did it, when I arrived in the kitchen early this morning, I saw that the young master was doing something, I thought he was in a hurry to get up and leave early, and he was making breakfast by himself, so I didn't ask much." ”

With doubts about the sobering soup in the morning, Wen Lan was absent-minded all day long.

Approaching the end of work, Xiao Zhou knocked on the office door and walked in: "Mr. Wen, there is a dinner about next year's order list in the evening, will you go in person or?" ”

Wen Lan spent the whole day in a trance, plus last night's hangover, although she drank the sobering soup, her head still hurt a little.

"This is a big order, I'll go myself!" Wen Lan responded, and after speaking, she glanced at Xiao Zhou: "You accompany me at night, I have a headache, you can help me block the wine." ”

"Okay, Mr. Wen." Xiao Zhou responded.

In the evening, Xiao Zhou drove Wen Lan to the hotel designated by the partner, pushed the door into the box, and looked at Fu Peiying's smiling face.

Wen Lan paused, thinking that some partners always like to find some celebrities to accompany the wine, so she didn't pay attention to it.

Wen Lan and Xiao Zhou sat down, and several executives present got up and toasted.

Because Wen Lan had explained in advance, Xiao Zhou picked up the wine glass and drank it all for Wen Lan.

Although Wen Lan couldn't drink, she didn't save the face of these executives, and replaced wine with tea.

We are all friends who have worked together for many years, so there are not too many polite rusties, waiting for the waiter to serve all the dishes, chatting while eating.

"Xiao Zhou, is this matter to talk to you today or ......" The executive who spoke looked at Xiao Zhou and then at Wen Lan.

"Just talk to me." Xiao Zhou replied, and after speaking, he leaned into the executive's ear, lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Wen is not feeling well today. ”

The executive immediately showed a look of understanding and began to talk to Xiao Zhou about next year's order.

Seeing that Wen Lan was only focused on drinking tea, she smiled disdainfully, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "We are really fateful, Assistant Wen." ”