"Yo, Mr. Wen, I heard that you have taken off the list? The other party is still a young handsome guy? ”

As soon as he arrived at the office to put down his bag, a few gossip heads couldn't wait to get to Wen Yihuan's desk. Most of the girls who are teachers have married early and settled down, but she has not had any lace news since she entered the school, and the name of the remaining fighter has long been confirmed.

Wen Yihuan raised her eyebrows slightly.

You don't have to think about it to know that it was the news that Deng Tingchuan had spread. This man did have some tricks, not only did he not have a little shame, but he was also embarrassed to use this trick to take a small revenge.

In order to dismiss these people, Wen Yihuan sighed and replied casually: "Yes, just together, you don't want to poison the milk, it's not certain whether it will work or not." ”

Unexpectedly, this casual conversation was heard by Zou Jingxian, who had also just walked in the door. She gently tuddled her long soft hair behind her ears, glanced at Wen Yihuan a little strangely, but did not speak, but sat quietly opposite Wen Yihuan and began to sort out the textbooks and question books to be used today.

This gaze made Wen Yihuan's heart sink.

Sure enough, during the lunch break, Zou Jingxian took advantage of the fact that everyone in the office was scattered, foraging for food, and slowly paced to Wen Yihuan's side.

She is a gentle woman with long hair and fluttering, even if she is married and has children, she is still nicknamed "goddess" by students and colleagues, but at this moment her eyes are a little sharp, which is completely different from the usual gentle and square woman.

"With the Korean component? Why haven't I heard? She gently put her hand on Wen Yihuan's shoulder and asked softly.

Han Cheng is a friend of Zou Jingxian's husband and a business partner. Wen Yihuan suddenly changed her boyfriend, but she didn't know any movement at all, which was really strange.

This is Wen Yihuan's biggest headache, of course she didn't split her legs, and she never thought of splitting her legs, as for the little milk dog at home, she has always been just in the spirit of helping others, if it wasn't for Deng Tingchuan's trouble last night, there would be no current dilemma.

"I ......" was thinking about how to explain it, so as not to turn herself into a shameless woman with a perfect president boyfriend and a split-leg, Wen Yihuan heard his mobile phone ringing before he could speak.

She breathed a sigh of relief, made an apologetic gesture to Zou Jingxian, and immediately picked up the phone, which could be said to be timely rain.

"Hello? ...... Well, okay, I got it. ”

On the other end of the phone was Stephen, who had contacted her once, Ye Nantian's assistant. He politely apologized to Wen Yihuan, and since the last brief chat, he has never contacted her again, because the recent turmoil in the company is too great, and he really can't tell his mind.

"Miss Wen, you said last time that you know some of the circumstances of Mr. Ye's car accident? Sorry, it may be a little abrupt, but Mr. Ye is very important to our company, so I would like to ask you to come out for an interview, at six o'clock tonight, I don't know if it is convenient for you? ”

Wen Yihuan held the mobile phone and thought for a moment.

She didn't know why Ye Nantian was reluctant to take the initiative to contact the people in the company, but since she had already taken this step...... Helping Ye Nantian return to his body early and continue his life is a truly rational decision.

Ye Nantian was not supposed to be the one who lived in her small, dilapidated low-rent apartment.

"Okay, I'm happy to help you too." She thought about it, but still didn't tell the specific situation on the phone, Ye Nantian's transformation was too sensational, and saying it casually like this might cause him more trouble, "Then please tell me the address later, and I will arrive on time." ”

On the other end of the line, Stephen politely thanked her and hung up. Wen Yihuan leaned on the railing outside the office and looked into the distance.

Maybe life will be back to normal soon after tonight.

For some reason, she didn't feel a sense of relief in her heart, and it wasn't until the class bell rang that she took a deep breath, sorted out her expression, and stepped into the classroom with her textbook in her arms.

The Peninsula Restaurant.

If Wen Yihuan was allowed to choose by herself, she would never come to this kind of high-end restaurant, which is very expensive at first glance. But since it was Stephen's address, she couldn't refuse.

Walking to the innermost part of the restaurant, she faintly looked around at the diners, and secretly guessed in her heart which one was the one she wanted to meet.

I saw a single man sitting next to a double table, he had a very professional haircut, and he was wearing a suit similar to what Han Cheng usually wore, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and a pair of rimless glasses.

"Miss Wen."

He smiled and pulled out a chair for her.