In order to deal with this question, Wen Lan had already practiced the expression of what he should say more than a dozen times.

"If you doubt me, then it's useless to explain."

Xie Yansheng's slender fingers pinched her chin, and said in a joking tone, "Then explain and explain?"

"Explanations are in vain. If you suspect me, show me evidence." She lowered her eyes, and didn't dare to make eye contact with Xie Yansheng at all.

"It's a legal couple who have been licensed. It is said that a husband and wife have a hundred days of grace for one day, and they have slept for two years, even if Mrs. Xie has no heart and liver, she will not calculate me, right?"

The moment Wen Lan raised his eyes, he found that Xie Yansheng's eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were full of sadness and self-deprecation.

Xie Yansheng has a lot of entertainment outside, and drinking is a common thing, but it is the first time she has seen her so drunk like now.

The voice of thanksgiving in her eyes was arbitrary and uninhibited. At this time, the sound of thanksgiving was lonely and decadent, which made her feel inexplicable pity in her heart.

"Wen Lan, I want you to say it yourself!" Seeing that she was silent, Xie Yansheng held her face anxiously.

She didn't want to be like the drunk in front of her, so she dodged her eyes and said, "Yes, I won't calculate you."

When the words fell, Xie Yansheng hugged her tightly in his arms.

She was so uncomfortable with him that she broke out of his arms with her hands and feet, and he didn't make any more fuss, but rolled over and fell asleep.

The next day was Saturday, just in time for New Year's Day, and she had three days off.

In the past two years, every weekend or holiday has been the hardest time for her.

Because she didn't want to stay at Xie's house, she didn't have any other good places to go, so she mostly went back to the company to spend overtime.

After washing, Xie Yansheng was still sleeping, she picked up her handbag and prepared to go to TT.

The nanny came, saying that the old man was waiting for them in the main building, urging them to hurry over.

Wen Lan began to regret why he didn't go out earlier.

She woke up Xie Yansheng and said that the old man had come and wanted to see them.

"You go first, and I'll sleep a little longer." Xie Yansheng's eyes didn't open, and he said perfunctorily.

You have to pass this level horizontally and vertically, and the sooner you meet your master, you can go to the company early!

Wen Lan came to the main building with his car keys and handbag.

"It's all on vacation, and I'm not at home for a day, where are you going in the morning?" Xie Mu glanced at her handbag and asked in a weird manner.

Wen Lan is neither humble nor arrogant: "Overtime."

Mother Xie was about to reply, but was stopped by the old man.

He glanced at Wen Lan, "Where's the banquet?"

"I drank too much last night and haven't woken up yet." Wen Lan replied.

"It's the same with you." The old man shook the purple clay pot in his hand with one hand, and his tone was quiet, "Invite Wen Jinyin over at night." Such good relatives have not been together for a long time, and they are all estranged."

Wen Lan heard harshly.

The Xie family doesn't like Wen Jinyin, just as the Wen family doesn't like Xie Yansheng.

Wen Jinyin had just exposed that game, and Old Man Xie proposed to meet him at this time, which would naturally not be a good thing.

"He's been very busy lately, so I don't think he can make an appointment." Wen Lan tried to fool around.

"If it doesn't work tonight, it's tomorrow night, hasn't Wen Jinyin always wanted to meddle in the Baiping Mountain project, I'm ready to give him a chance." The old man slowly tasted the tea in the purple clay pot.

Wen Lan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that it has nothing to do with that game.

The Baipingshan project was won by another company, and Wen's was already out. The old man now said that he would give Wen Jinyin a chance, and nine times out of ten, Wen Jinyin was a demon again.

But with the old man's old scheming, it is not easy for Wen Jinyin to benefit.

"Tonight, I'll try to invite him over." Wen Lan hurriedly went out and echoed.

"Not as much as possible, but definitely." The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful, "As the wife of the banquet, you must always stand with the Xie family."

Wen Lan remembered Mother Xie's calculation of herself, and sneered in her heart.

The old man and Xie Mu took turns to talk about her for a while before letting her go.

The moment he drove out of the Xie family's old house, Wen Lan felt that the air was all over

Sweet.

TT is a private haute couture women's clothing studio with a rotating holiday system, a few days off at the end of the year, and more customers than usual on Saturdays and Sundays.

Wen Lan returned to his workstation, and Xie Yansheng's phone called, "The old man came here early in the morning, why is it so urgent?"

"He wants to invite Wen Jinyin to the Hongmen banquet at home."

There was only one Wen Lan in the office, she simply put her mobile phone on the table and clicked on the speakerphone, then turned on the computer and started working.

"The Baipingshan project has now been suspended by Wen Jinyin." Xie Yansheng's voice still had the laziness of drunkenness.

Wen Lan let out an "oh" in surprise, "He's already out, and he still hasn't given up?"

"His ambitions don't stop there." Xie Yansheng's laughter was very cold, "The leakage of the feast game, he has to give me an explanation in public and private, huh?"

Hearing this, Wen Lan was inexplicably nervous, "You called the police?"

"Not yet." Xie Yansheng said meaningfully, "If Wen Jinyin insists on going his own way again, it is not impossible to send him in."

"Don't!" Wen Lan reached out and pressed his faintly painful eyebrows, "I'll try to make an appointment with him later, if he can come over at night, I will definitely persuade him."

Wen Jinyin really wants to go in, and Mrs. Wen won't let her have a good life!

Therefore, when she was able to convince Xie Yansheng, she didn't want to stiffen the relationship between them.

Xie Yansheng didn't say anything more and ended the call.

At noon, Wen Lan dialed Wen Jinyin's phone and said that Old Man Xie wanted to invite him to his house for dinner, but he was refused.

"Now that you think of me, what did you do?" Wen Jinyin was dissatisfied, "Before, I put my dead face on the body surnamed Xie, and I couldn't get into their eyes. Now that the project can't go on, I just remembered me, so I'm going to have to be tough again, right?"

"Just shake the majesty, if you really want to anger the sound of Xie Yan, you can think about how to end it!" Wen Lan put down his phone angrily.

In the afternoon, Zhou Qiao came to the company, and Wen Lan had to go with her to choose the jewelry to wear on the wedding day.

Zhou Qiao's family is well-off, and she is the only daughter in the family, married to Zhao Huan, who was born in the working class, the second elder of the Zhou family felt that her daughter had been greatly wronged, not only gave a rich dowry, but also prepared to make the wedding a sensation in Jiangcheng.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the largest luxury gathering place in Jiangcheng - the second-hand shopping center.

It is said that women have a crazy obsession with shopping, and Wen Lan and Zhou Qiao are no exception.

Soon, Zhou Qiao's achievements were impressive, and the arms of the two were full of shopping bags of different sizes.

Zhou Qiao wanted to give Zhao Huan a watch, and pulled Wen Lan into a big-name store.

To Wen Lan's surprise, he saw Cheng Nijia.

To be exact, there is also the sound of thanksgiving.

Cheng Nijia bent over, stared at the different styles of watches in the display case, and kept consulting the shopping guide on the opposite side.

Xie Yansheng stood beside Cheng Nijia, with a light smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyebrows and eyes were doting.

"What?" Zhou Qiao immediately found that Wen Lan's mood was wrong.

Wen Lan knew that Zhou Qiao was an impatient, and she was afraid that she would cause trouble for herself, so she hurriedly said, "The style of this house is not good-looking, go next door."

Zhou Qiao had already seen the sound of the thank you banquet and Cheng Nijia not far away, and hurriedly put down the watch in his hand and walked over-