"Why did you come to Nanjiang?" In the car, Luo Jingshan suddenly asked Wenyue.

"Come over for dinner with friends." Wen Yue glanced at some videos sent by Wei Zhang about Gu Zhaoting and Zhou Yuqing falling from the second floor to the roof of the car, and this video, which was only three seconds, had already spread in Vientiane.

Luo Jingshan glanced at her sideways, and when she retracted her gaze, she caught a glimpse of the content on her mobile phone, and she turned it off very quickly, so she didn't see the content.

He looked in front of the windshield and asked her while driving, "If I'm not mistaken, your husband had an accident in Nanjiang!" ”

Wen Yue paused for a moment to put her phone into her purse, and raised her head in surprise to look at Luo Jingshan, "How do you know about this?" Did my dad tell you? ”

"No," Luo Jingshan denied, "it was told to me by a colleague in the company that he and your husband were drinking friends and knew something about him." ”

Gu Zhaoting doesn't have much to do, he has the most drinking friends and card friends, and if there is such a scandal, it is normal for it to spread ten or ten.

"Really!" Wen Yue collected the look of surprise on her face and looked out of the car window calmly.

"How is your husband now?" Luo Jingshan asked again.

"Still unconscious!" Wen Yue replied lightly.

Luo Jingshan glanced at her again, didn't ask again, and continued to drive his car.

Half an hour later, Wen Jia.

Wen Yue got out of the car and looked up at the strange and familiar house in front of her.

Luo Jingshan walked over, "Do you need me to accompany you in?" ”

"No, you don't." Wen Yue walked into the house.

The voice of speech came from the living room, which stopped abruptly when he saw her.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.

When Yang Qiaozhen saw Wen Yue, her brows furrowed, and her expression was surprised, "Why is she here?" Did you call her? ”

Wen Sheng, who was sitting opposite, didn't answer Yang Qiaozhen's question, and put down the tea in his hand, "Why did it take you so long to come?" ”

"Something." Wen Yue replied coldly.

Yang Qiaozhen looked at Wen Sheng, probably knowing that he had called her over, with a dissatisfied expression on her face, "Who asked you to call her over?" ”

Wen Sheng put down the teacup in his hand, with some strength, the tea spilled out, and he looked at Yang Qiaozhen with a serious expression, "Something?" ”

"Of course there is a problem," Yang Qiaozhen straightened her back and stared at her, "You should at least discuss it with me, you didn't even discuss, just let her go home for dinner, do you still have me as a wife in your eyes?" ”

"Since Aunt Yang doesn't welcome my arrival, then I'll go back first." Wen Yue didn't want to watch them argue here, so she turned around and left, but she also happened to see Yan Zhiyi and Wen Ying coming in from outside.

Seeing Wen Yue who appeared here, Wen Ying couldn't help but be surprised.

"Zhiyi, Ah Ying, you're back." Seeing her daughter and son-in-law, Yang Qiaozhen changed her distorted face just now and stepped forward with a smile on her face.

Wen Ying twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, and Yan Zhiyi shouted out of politeness, "Mom! ”

Yang Qiaozhen smiled so much that she didn't know how happy she was, took the gift from Yan Zhiyi's hand, and said while handing it over to the servant: "Come on, come here, and take so many things." ”

"It should." Yan Zhiyi replied, looking at Wen Yue intentionally or unintentionally.

"Binbin, why didn't you bring him here?" Yang Qiaozhen asked about their children.

Wen Ying's face was embarrassed, and Yan Zhiyi said: "Bin Bin has been unwell for the past two days. ”

Yang Qiaozhen knew about her grandson's situation, and didn't ask any more, for fear that the atmosphere would become heavy.

Wen Ying's eyes fell on Wen Yue again, and she took the initiative to step forward and ask her, "Why are you here?" ”

"Your dad didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he actually called her back for dinner," without waiting for Wen Yue to answer, Yang Qiaozhen interjected resentfully, "But she's going to leave now." ”

Receiving Yang Qiaozhen's urging gaze, Wen Yue stepped up to leave, but was stopped by Wen Ying, "Since you're here, stay and have a meal, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Ah Ying!" Yang Qiaozhen was not happy and scolded in a low voice.

"Your sister is right!" Wen Sheng joined Wen Ying.

Wen Yue had no choice but to stay, because he knew that Wen Sheng must have other things to tell her later.

Although Yang Qiaozhen was a little dissatisfied, she saw that Wen Sheng and Wen Ying insisted on keeping her, so she didn't have any objections.

Yang Qiaozhen went to the kitchen to see the situation of dinner, Wen Sheng happened to receive another call from Luo Jingshan, so he walked out of the house, and the sound of the car's engine came from outside.

In the huge living room, there were only three of them in the end.

Yan Zhiyi helped Wen Ying to sit on the sofa, and Wen Ying saw Wen Yue standing cramped to the side, "Sister, don't stand, come and sit!" ”

Wen Yue then moved to sit on the sofa, she put the leather bag next to her, symbolically removed the fibers from her pants, and kept her head down, never looking at the men and women opposite.

The servant poured three cups of water and placed them in front of them, followed by some mangosteen and grapes.

"I heard that Young Master Gu fell from the second floor, but is there such a thing?" Wen Ying opened her mouth to ask about this.

"Hmm!" It seems that Gu Zhaoting's injury is no secret, but I don't know if these people know the real reason.

"Is he okay?"

Wen Yue raised her eyes to look at her, and there was a sneer on the corner of her lips, "It's not very good!" ”

Wen Ying looked surprised, and looked at each other with Yan Zhiyi, Yan Zhiyi asked her intentionally or unintentionally, "Will it be paralyzed?" ”

After all, if you fall from such a high place on the second floor, if you are cured well, you may be cured, but if you are really paralyzed.

Wen Yue but smiled silently.

Looking at her like this, Wen Ying and Yan Zhiyi were even more confused by the second monk.