The "over there" that Xie's mother said is the second room of Old Man Xie.

has always been a thorn in Xie's mother's side.

Wen Lan listened quietly, only sandwiching the two dishes under his nose.

All the meals were on the table, and Xie's mother was still chattering.

Old Man Xie walked in, and Mother Xie said even more fiercely, and even used "chickens that don't lay eggs".

In the past two years, Wen Lan's face has become much thicker.

No matter how harsh Xie Mu's words were, she had no desire to refute them.

But Xie Yansheng couldn't listen to it anymore, so he threw down his chopsticks and got up.

"We're here to eat, not to listen to you!"

Seeing her son turn his face, Xie's mother hurriedly silenced.

Old Man Xie stiffened his face, and symbolically drank a few sips of soup and went to the study.

This dinner, Wen Lan ate mixed tastes.

In the past, when he came down from the table, Xie Yansheng would accompany Xie's father to play a few games of chess and talk about domestic and foreign economic development trends.

This time, Xie Yansheng took Wen Lan away directly.

Because he wanted to create the illusion of "husband and wife love" in front of outsiders, Wen Lan came in the car of Xie Yansheng.

Wen Lan is the costume designer of "TT" Gaoding, and since he tore his face with Xie Yansheng a year ago, he moved to an idle small apartment of his girlfriend.

"Put me down the street ahead." Wen Lan knew that Xie Yansheng had eaten a lot of food, and he didn't want to get involved in it.

Xie Yansheng glanced at her and raised his eyebrows: "Mrs. Xie should work hard." ”

Of course, she knew what to work on, and looked out the window with one hand.

"Let's give this opportunity to the woman outside. Your parents don't like me, as long as it's your seed, they'll recognize it. ”

"You are Mrs. Xie, who are you not born to?" Xie Yansheng's eyes were dark, "I've calculated, these days are your ovulation period, live on my side, or go to your side?" ”

Xie Yansheng was full of tricks on the bed, and the soundproofing of that apartment was too poor, and she didn't dare to take him there.

Seeing that she was silent, Xie Yan said, "Let's live together for a while." I don't believe it, I can't get a child. ”

Wen Lan sneered: Child? Dream!

Ten minutes later, Wen Lan found that the direction of the car was An Yueyuan, and he directly blackened his face.

"Don't use the place where other women slept to disgust me!"

Xie Yan slapped the steering wheel, and the car turned around and drove towards the city center.

Anyway, the Xie family has a lot of houses.

"Jealous?" Xie Yansheng's eyebrows and eyes were feelings that outsiders couldn't see.

Wen Lan mocked: "It's just a normal physiological reaction, and it doesn't contain any emotion." ”

Xie Yan's voice was faintly "oh".

All the frustration is vented in the subsequent intimate interaction.

It is somewhat inaccurate to say "interactive", because the whole process, Wen Lan is passive and humiliated.

"Is it hard to get pregnant, is it you who can't do it, or am I not good?"

The sound of thanksgiving more than once complained in her ear.

After finishing her work, Wen Lan was leaving, and Xie Yansheng saw that she had made up her mind to go, so she didn't do anything to stay.

But let's put down the sentence: "Come early after work tomorrow, we have to stay up all night this week." ”

Back at the apartment, Wen Lan took a shower for almost an hour.

It seems that only in this way can the traces of Xie Yan's voice on her body be washed away.

Xie Yansheng is a famous prodigal son in Jincheng, and there are flocks of warblers and swallows outside, and the matter of fighting for the wind and jealousy often makes entertainment headlines.

This marriage was already twisted together, Wen Lan didn't have any hope, and she was like a nobody when Xie Yansheng was doing everything outside.

When she witnessed the sound of Xie Yan bringing the woman home, she realized that she had become a joke.

Lying on the bed, I flipped up my mobile phone and saw Xie Yansheng asking her in WeChat if she had arrived at the apartment.

The message came forty minutes ago.

She didn't reply.