"What are you doing!"

Jiang Yan pinched the steering wheel hard, his bones turned white, and he held back the words in his heart and said, "Slippery feet." ”

Warmth: ???

Can you think of such a clumsy excuse for slipping feet?

patting his fast-beating heart, Wen Shu looked out the window.

I heard the person next to me say, "The marriage certificate was taken away by my grandfather, and I can't leave for the time being." ”

wtf？

When was it taken, and how did she not know?

"Why did Grandpa take away the marriage certificate?"

Jiang Yan glanced at her, as if to say, what do you think?

That's right, the two were forced to be together, and Mr. Jiang has always been worried about Jiang Yan's marriage, afraid that she would divorce the two and take it away.

Back at Blue Moon Bay, Jiang Yan stopped Wen Shu, who was back in the room.

"What are you going to do about this?"

Wen Shu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him suspiciously, and instantly understood what he had said.

Wen Yuesi spread rumors and framed her.

Of course, it's impossible to forget it, Wen Yuesi's dissolute entry is still hanging first.

But Jiang Yan cared about her, and she wasn't used to it.

"That post is your ......," Wen Shu couldn't help but ask thinking of the post that disappeared inexplicably.

"It's not." The darkness flashed in the man's eyes.

What he found was the man who did it.

Although he was dissatisfied with other men solving his own woman's affairs, he didn't need to take credit.

got a negative answer, and Wen was stunned.

If it's not Jiang Yan, who will be in charge of her business?

A name flashed through my mind.

Wen Shu pursed her lips.

Back in the room, a message came from a person who didn't have a note, "Uncle Shen, don't they know about your marriage?" ”

Wen Shu's first reaction was Gu Yuche.

"Well, there are some special reasons in the middle, and I hope that the seniors will keep it secret for me first."

Gu Yuche smiled bitterly and agreed.

He thought that he would work hard to find Wen Shu again, but he didn't expect that she was already married.

"Senior, thank you for the post." Another message received.

She already knew it, and these three words seemed distant and polite.

The two chatted for a few words and then closed the chat box.

……

The next day, in the morning.

Wen Shu and Jiang Yan were having breakfast.

An unfamiliar number came in.

connected to a woman's screaming abuse: "Wen Shu, you slut, you delete my Weibo post!" ”

Wen Shu held the phone away from his ear.

She deleted all of Wen Yuesi's contact information, and probably took other numbers to call.

But why did she delete it?

That post was tampered with?

Wen Shu glanced at Jiang Yan.

"It's okay to delete it, and apologize on Weibo."

Wen Yue angrily threw all the things on the table to the ground.

In the past two days, she has found countless people and failed to delete the post, so she can only hang it all the time, and the Song family has no good face for her, and Song Jingyu feels even more embarrassed and starts looking for other women every day.

And Wen Changfeng, if it weren't for the fact that she still has a younger brother, it is estimated that she would have given up on their mother and daughter a long time ago.

She was almost tortured to the point of madness.

Apologize! Why should she apologize, how can she be inferior to this slut.

She didn't want to.

"Wen Shu, you said that as long as Sisi apologizes, you will delete the post." Bai Lan took the phone, her voice was full of resentment, and she didn't even pretend to be kind before.

Wen Shu snorted coldly, his little face was full of mockery, "Yes, I said it, think about the copywriting." ”

After speaking, he hung up the phone and blocked the number.

Looking at the man who is calm and relaxed, he looks like a prince of the royal family.

"There is a price to be paid for bullying Mrs. Jiang." The man's deep voice spat out a word.

It seems that Qin Lin's efficiency this time is still very high.

Wen relieved, Jiang Yan seemed to have silently helped her several times.

An indescribable feeling welled up in my heart.