Shen Xihuan was bored and took out the bamboo charcoal cleansing mask that Bao Yimei gave her. Well, it's cool, and it's quite comfortable on your face~

Meow Meow and Xiao Wang are like dead bodies lying on the balcony blowing the wind, and lazy cancer will indeed infect each other. She walked over and sat down next to them, sighing.

At noon, Lao Shen's face seemed to be a little ugly, she thought of Dr. Liao's instructions, and she was so worried that she couldn't eat it.

It's because she was angry with Wen Yan and moved out to sleep in the past two days...... Right?

Okay, okay, in fact, she's almost out of anger. What's the use of scheming with a drunk, even if you sulk and ascend to heaven? It was as if he was bitten by two hairy children that day.

Hey, I am really a model of magnanimity, a pacesetter of peace-loving!

There seemed to be a conversation in the hallway outside the door.

She was about to open the door when someone called her.

Opening the door, she answered, "Eh, who called me?" ”

It's Wen Yanhe......

"Mr. Orchestra?"

The other party was stunned and asked, "Who are you?" ”

She took off the mask, "That night, I fell outside the school toilet, you stroked me, and later, you helped my friend to accompany ......"

He looked at Shen Sihuan carefully, "Yes, it's these eyes...... Are you Shen Sihuan?! ”

Hearing that he still knew his name, she nodded, smiling.

"Why are you here?"

"This is my home."

"Your home?" He cast a puzzled look at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan smiled meaningfully, "Lambert, do you remember the Chinese common saying that we taught Alex in his Bachelor's Party?"

Shen Sihuan's little face collapsed - why did she suddenly speak English, and she spoke so fast, bullying her and not understanding, right!

The orchestra's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling, and suddenly realized that it was "a friend's wife should not be bullied"!

He exclaimed, "Oh no! So she is your wife， Miss Potato?!”

Well? It was fine just now, why did the orchestra suddenly look like a bolt from the blue, as if the deposit had been cleared? And Wen Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, quite proud.

"This is a friend I met in the United States, you can call him by name. Also, this box of fried chicken, he can't eat it, you ......"

"Okay, good", before he finished speaking, Shen Xihuan took it in a hurry, "Then you talk, I won't bother you." Then he happily entered his room.

Fifteen minutes later.

The orchestra mourned the shortest-lived "destiny" in history, leaned on the sofa pillow, and breathed a long sigh from the heart.

"Then this bonsai will be my wedding gift to you."

"Didn't you say it was a gift for a visit? And-", Wen Yan tore off a sticker attached to the bottom of the basin and slapped it vigorously on the short sleeves of the orchestra, "What others give, and give two things for one thing, such a good way to run a family, does your ex-wife know?" ”

"Eh! It's only three things, and I'm not allowed to mention it again! The word "ex-wife" is like a spring button, and when the orchestra is mentioned, it jumps to the feet, and it is of great significance. ”

He took down the sticker, a simple greeting, and the handwriting was beautiful.

To Mr. Guan，

Best wishes!

S

He took out his wallet and casually pasted it to the left, blocking the photo behind him.

"The green plants in your Shengtian Hotel are too domineering, I don't think it is suitable for the physical and mental health of small potted plants, so I put it here for you!"

One thing and two sends, and then it becomes "put" again, and it is embarrassing to be in the Black Shengtian Hotel. Wen Yan's fingers rubbed the bow on the potted plant, and his eyes were deep.

"It's because we don't treat customers well - by the way, what's your ex-wife's mobile phone number?"

"You!"

"It's not more than three, it's not more than three."

“……”