When Wen Xili saw her, he frowned, sat up from the sofa, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?" ”

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Jiu didn't answer, just paced over, leaned over curiously, looked at the iPad in Wen Xili's hand, and saw the page of English financial news at a glance.

"Yo, I'm disabled." Ginger wine commented.

Wen Xili: "......"

If murder had not been illegal, this woman would have died at his hands countless times.

"Xiaojiu, you're here." Mrs. Wen heard her voice and walked down from the second floor with a smile on her face, she was wearing a light green slim dress today, which made her look very good-looking, gentle and clean.

"Auntie." Jiang Jiu stuck out his tongue at Wen Xili, and then he greeted him, and handed the sunflower in his arms to the servant who followed behind Mrs. Wen, "Am I coming too early?" ”

"It's not early, it's not early, dinner is almost ready, and the wine is just right." Mrs. Wen took her hand, as if she was very satisfied with her, pulled her to the restaurant, walked to the door of the restaurant, and then remembered that she hadn't asked her son to come over for dinner, so she turned her head to Wen Xili and said, "Xiaoli, what are you still doing in a daze, come over quickly!" ”

Wen Xili sat on the couch, feeling that he had no place at home.

When he looked up, he saw ginger standing next to his mother, watching him smile secretly.

Now, I'm afraid, she's really smug to death.

Just thinking that he would one day compromise with this woman, Wen Xili's dark eyes became gloomy.

*

The dinner was sumptuous, made to the specifications of a 5 star hotel, and for the most part, it was what ginger wine likes to eat.

Ginger Wine peeled a shrimp with gloves on, threw it into Wen Xili's dish, and winked at Wen Xili.

Wen Xili raised his head to look at her, raised his hand expressionlessly, shook his chopsticks, and shaved the shrimp out of the dish.

The smile on Jiang Jiu's face remained unchanged, and he scolded wildly in his heart, the dog man, obviously he used to like to eat shrimp the most, but now he doesn't care about food!

Don't eat her to eat!

Jiang Jiu stripped the pot of boiled shrimp in front of him in one go, gave half to Mrs. Wen and put half in his bowl, ignoring Wen Xili's gloomy dripping expression.

Halfway through dinner, Mrs. Wen smiled and said, "Xiaoli, when do you plan to get the certificate?" Do you want me to ask the master to calculate for you, you still have to pick a date for such a major event as marriage. ”

Wen Xili was eating, his eyelids didn't lift, and his voice was faint: "No need, the third day of the next month." ”

"What about weddings?"

"Maybe when you're going to get divorced, why waste time having a wedding?"

Mrs. Wen quickly glanced at Jiang Jiu's expression, then kicked Wen Xili under the table, and smiled at Jiang Jiu flatteringly: "Jiujiu, then get the certificate first, and Auntie will find a master to pick a good day for you to hold a wedding, do you think it's okay?" ”

The ginger wine was already full, and he propped his face on the dining chair, smiling at Wen Xili, who was sitting opposite and didn't even look at her. She fiddled with the leftover shrimp in the bowl with one hand, and said lightly: "The wedding is really unnecessary." If you don't like it, don't do it. ”

Anyway, she wants the name of the other half of his household registration book, and the wedding ceremony is all false, and it will not be too late for Wen Xili to recover his memory in the future.

In other words, it will be more meaningful to wait for Wen Xili to recover his memory and hold a wedding.

Thinking of this, a trace of tenderness appeared in the smile on Jiang Jiu's face.