Wen Lan didn't expect that Xie Yansheng would appear at this time.

She reacted quickly and began to act with a straight face, "Since you have bought a large flat for Cheng Nijia, you can live with her in the future, and I will give way."

"Correct, it's not bought, it's rented." Xie Yansheng frowned slightly, and reached out to take her suitcase.

"What's the difference between buying and renting?" Wen Lan's voice was unwilling, "Xie Yansheng, you keep saying that I am Mrs. Xie, let me not embarrass you, when you threw a lot of money at Cheng Nijia's mother and daughter, did you think about me, Mrs. Xie?"

"Really angry?" Xie Yansheng hugged her into a bedroom, locked the door, and pulled the curtains shut.

Before she could get used to the darkness in front of her, she was pressed against the bed by the sound of Xie Yan.

In less than a second, she was in tatters.

The strength and strength of Xie Yan's voice made her heart tremble.

At the critical moment, she pitifully begged him for mercy: "Would you like to wait two more days—"

"Not good. Wait any longer, what if you run away?"

The strong desire of the thanksgiving voice burned her to the ground.

Every time, she felt that Xie Yansheng had a persistence that would not stop without killing her.

She lay limply on the bed, and opened the curtains a little, and the midday sun shone through, a little dazzling.

Xie Yansheng opened the closet and went to get the dressing gown.

Wen Lan took the opportunity to glance at his naked body, and his face turned red instantly.

In fact, in this marriage, Xie Yansheng not only provided her with a rich material life, but also gave her the ultimate joy of fish and water.

The sound of thanksgiving on the bed satisfied all her fantasies about men.

"I heard that Wen Jinyin is going to make a big move on me?" Xie Yansheng had already stood in front of the window and smoked.

She pulled down the quilt with a weak heart, "Wen Jinyin's economic strength is not the same level as you, what are you afraid of him doing?"

"It was never him who I was afraid of." Xie Yansheng raised his fingers, flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and cast his deep gaze at her.

She shuddered inexplicably.

"Wen Lan, what do you say I'm most afraid of?" Xie Yansheng suddenly extinguished the unfinished cigarette on the windowsill, leaned over and circled her under his nose.

She pretended to be calm and didn't dare to look directly at him, "In addition to being afraid of bankruptcy, you won't be able to sleep more warblers in the future, what else can you be afraid of?"

Xie Yansheng's expression was slightly stunned, and he quickly squinted his eyes and laughed again: "It's Mrs. Xie who knows me best. I'm living a comfortable life, and I can't treat you badly."

"What else can you give me but sleep with me?" Wen Lan thinks that the drama of "jealousy" must be played, otherwise Xie Yansheng will be suspicious.

"A few days ago, it was Chu Chu, today it is Cheng Nijia, thanks to you, I have become a very ridiculous existence in their eyes. I've had enough of these days, thank you, let me live, right?"

Her eyes were full of grievances, and she even squeezed out two tears when she said the last sentence.

"Let me see, is it because I am broken to cry, or is it hypocritically answering me?" Xie Yansheng's fingers pinched her cheek and laughed evilly in her ear.

"Remember the first time, you were about to die of crying. It's just, it's—"

After a few seconds, she realized what the word Xie Yansheng hadn't uttered, grabbed the pillow and smashed it over.

Xie Yansheng deftly avoided it, grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and the two fell on the bed at the same time.

As soon as the two of them went up and down, each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

"Lan Lan."

Xie Yan's voice shook his throat, and his eyes were quenched with a layer of fire.

She couldn't stand to look at Xie Yansheng at close range, because Xie Yansheng's eyes could hook the soul.

When her heart was shaken, she hooked Xie Yansheng's waist with her long legs.

When Xie Yansheng's thin lips fell, the mobile phone suddenly sang.

The two of them looked at the bedside table at the same time, and the mobile phone screen showed "Xiaoni".

Wen Lan was the first to sober up from lust and pushed him with a cold face.

"It's about the house." Xie Yansheng didn't feel any guilt, put his phone on silent, and wanted to continue, but was smashed on the pillow by Wen Lan again.

"Go find your Xiaoni, don't touch me in the future!"

Wen Lan quickly got dressed, deliberately picked up the suitcase and pretended to leave.

"How dare I do it in vain?" Xie Yan's voice blocked the door, thoughtful.

"Mom doesn't like you these days, you settle down, don't get caught in pigtails."

"Thank you, you touch your conscience and ask, am I restless, or are you restless?" She snorted.

Xie Yansheng took out a cigarette and bit it, "If you continue to mess with me, the Wen family will definitely not have a good life in the future."

She knew she should take it when she saw it.

Pretending to be angry and helpless, he pulled the two suitcases back to the bedroom.

Anyway, the clothes and jewelry have been packed, and she will take them as soon as possible.

When she sat in the car and fastened her seat belt, Xie Yansheng leaned out of the window, "Don't forget to leave work early and come with me to a dinner party in the evening."

She didn't answer and started the engine.

The two drove out of An Yue Yuan one after the other.

Wen Lan reminisced about the scene of fighting with Xie Yansheng while driving, and felt that the part where he was angry was too realistic.

Bai Lai An Yueyuan didn't say anything, and she was also slept by the sound of Xie Yansheng, she was a little angry.

But after thinking about it, she really has to break with Xie Yansheng, and she may not be able to meet such a man who can play.

At the very least, he can give her the most primitive pleasure in bed.

Because of the new product launch conference, Wen Lan was sent by Zhou Qiao to the convention and exhibition center to arrange the venue as soon as he went to work in the afternoon.

This is the first wave of TT spring clothes next year, Wen Lan's design accounts for nearly half, and it makes sense for Zhou Qiao to let her go over.

In the morning, because of Wen Jinyin, she forgot about the press conference before going out, and the coat was matched with a white shirt and a black skirt.

The skirt has a good texture, but it doesn't have any stretch.

Every time she bent down, she felt uncomfortable, so she found a time to go back to the Xie family's old house to change clothes.

When she parked, she saw a brand new BMW.

She knew this car, and Aunt Xie Yansheng had just bought it.

Passing through the courtyard, she saw Xie Mu and Xie Yansheng's aunt feeding koi by the pool.

This aunt has nothing else to do except give Xie Mu bad ideas.

Wen Lan didn't have a good impression of her, thinking that he could hide, and was ready to go around the backyard.

"The banquet is young and vigorous, and the freshness of her has not gone down yet, it is normal to work against you and your brother-in-law, but you have to grasp it, and you must not let her conceive the child of the banquet."

Auntie's gloomy voice tightened Wen Lan's heartstrings.

Wen Lan hid behind a Xifu begonia.

"I'll give you those medicines, you must remember to let her drink them, after a month, don't talk about giving birth to a child in the future, it's hard to get pregnant-"

"I boiled it for her in the morning, and she drank it all. The most annoying thing now is the sound of the banquet, I was confused by this vixen, and I couldn't find a chance to find a woman to put him around."

"I'll take care of it! I must find a woman who wants to look good and have wrists for Yansheng, and strive for you and your brother-in-law to hold your eldest grandson next year—"

The conversation between the two was not loud, but they were all heard by Wen Lan.