"What are the Wen family going to do??" Su Jiuge said in annoyance.

She really can't take care of the Wen family now, even if she doesn't care enough about Wen Yihuan, but she is already protecting her safety.

In her heart, Rong Xun's matter is more important.

"You'll find out when you go." Rong Xun didn't say anything, he didn't put his arms around the woman's waist, and his head rested on her shoulder.

Since the two had intimate behavior, Rong Xun obviously likes to hold her more.

Su Jiuge can only do this.

got out of the car and walked into the Wen family with Rong Xun.

This was the first time she and Rong Xun had come to the Wen family.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Wen Jianlin sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, as soon as he saw Rong Xun, he immediately put down the newspaper excitedly, walked over and said respectfully: "I didn't expect the chief to come to the cold house, there is no preparation for this."

Rong Xun shook his head: "This time I will accompany Huanhuan back, Mr. Wen should not care too much about his identity."

Wen Jianlin then looked at Su Jiuge, and his face was as kind as he was: "Huanhuan, you came back to see your sister, you really have a heart."

Su Jiuge didn't smile: "She doesn't live in the hospital, what are she doing when she runs home."

Wen Jianlin ignored the sarcasm in Su Jiuge's tone, and replied fatherly: "You two sisters don't like the smell of the hospital since they were children, and it's not in the way to go home and raise them."

Wen Jianlin had already asked the maid to go upstairs and call Wen Qiao.

Su Jiuge and Rong Xun didn't sit for a few minutes before they saw Wen Qiao's hands tied with plaster, and the maid helped him walk down from the upper floor.

"I'm back." Although Wen Qiao's whole person was very stiff, his tone was not very impulsive, as if he had been deliberately suppressing himself and not losing his temper with Wen Yihuan.

Su Jiuge was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a thought flashed in his heart, this woman was going to make trouble again.

"Hmm." Unable to see the enemy's original intention, Su Jiuge responded lightly.

Rong Xun sat upright and did not speak, fully explaining his intention of just accompanying Su Jiuge.

"I have something I want you to do me a favor." Wen Qiao's rare tone was soft.

Su Jiuge was playing with the man's hand, and he couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard it.

She disappeared at the wedding, but the Song family was ridiculed by the media for more than half a month, Wen Qiao couldn't wait to kill her alive, and now there is still such a good time to ask her for help.

Su Jiuge smiled, his tone looked plain, but the mockery in the plain was more like a sharp knife: "What honor do I have to help my sister."

Wen Qiao's face was finally a little distorted under Su Jiuge's sarcasm, and he wanted to scold, but because of Rong Xun's face, he could only hold back: "The day after tomorrow, Du Ruo will walk the catwalk, can you participate in it instead of me?"

Su Jiuge raised his eyes, his tone became soothing, polite and polite: "Du Ruo is my sister's favorite brand, I can finally go to a show, let me lose something."

The person who was sharp a second ago has become quiet and peaceful at this moment.

Rong Xun looked at the woman's pretense, his big hand secretly pinched her waist, and the corners of his mouth mocked.

Su Jiuge pushed his hand away and glared at him dissatisfied.

Come to be a vase and settle down, pinch her to do something!

Rong Xun's smile became more meaningful.

Wen Qiao forcibly suppressed his emotions, but he reacted and had a distorted sense on his face: "There is so much competition in this industry, it is better to give the opportunity to my sister than those competitors to me."

"But I'm not a model." Su Jiuge had a look on his face that I listened to your fart, and coldly revealed a truth.

And she believed in her wickedness.