When Wen Lan entered the room, Xie Yansheng was sitting in the living room talking on the phone.

"You kid is very well-informed, Lan Lan just arrived in Beijing and you heard about it, how is my brother and sister, and the due date is soon, right......?"

There is no need to ask, Wen Lan also knows who Xie Yansheng is chatting with.

She took off her coat and found a pair of scissors to trim the bunch of yellow plums and put them into an antique porcelain vase.

The phone rang, and seeing that it was Zhou Qiao, she hurriedly clicked the answer button and went to the bedroom.

"Lan Lan, I heard Xiao Li say that you went to Beijing, did Xie Yansheng bully you again?" Zhou Qiao's voice was tired and concerned.

Xiao Li is Zhou Qiao's assistant, and Wen Lan handed over all the affairs of TT to her before coming to Beijing.

"I won't be here for a few days before I go back. I take care of the styles that come out of the design department every day, you and Zhao Huan just enjoy the world of the two!"

Wen Lan looked at his watch, it should be late at night over there for Zhou Qiao.

"Are you really okay?" Zhou Qiao was very worried, and his voice suddenly lowered, "When I heard that you signed the letter of understanding, I knew that they must have forced you again——"

Wen Lan was listening, a bony hand took her phone and clicked on the speakerphone.

"The Xie family is a nest of tigers and wolves, hurry up and leave, Shen Yi has been waiting for you for two years, you can't let him ...... anymore."

"Zhou Qiao, don't say it!"

Wen Lan interrupted Zhou Qiao urgently, and reached out to Xie Yansheng to grab the mobile phone in his hand.

Xie Yansheng deliberately raised the phone, and Wen Lan pushed him too hard and threw him down on the bed.

He wrapped one hand firmly around Wen Lan's waist, making her unable to move.

"No one in the Xie family likes you! When Xie Yansheng bullied you, no one said a word for you, and you haven't been enough for two years-" Zhou Qiao over there didn't know about this, and was still persuading Wen Lan to divorce.

"Zhou Qiao, shut up for me!" Wen Lan was anxious, and shouted, "My mobile phone is in Xie Yansheng's hand, you hang up the phone immediately!"

Soon, a busy tone came from the phone to end the call.

Wen Lan wanted to get up from Xie Yansheng, but he turned over and pressed him.

"Hello, my best friends are upset for you and urge you to divorce." Xie Yansheng bit her earlobe with hatred, "Lawyer Shen has been waiting for you for two years, is your heart made of stone, so you don't feel sorry for him, huh?"

Just because of Cheng Nijia, Wen Lan pulled back a game in front of Xie Yansheng, and was smashed by a phone call from Zhou Qiao.

The sharp light in Xie Yansheng's eyes was terrifying, Wen Lan knew that if he had a hard time with Xie Yansheng at this time, he would only be the one who suffered.

She grabbed him around the neck and said, "I only feel sorry for you."

"Sounds fake." His Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his deep voice was dyed with lust, "But I still want to hear it."

"I only feel sorry for you—" Her hand landed on his tight waistline.

It was rare for her to take the initiative, and Xie Yansheng quickly surrendered.

But to her surprise, Xie Yansheng was very restrained throughout the process.

She came out of the bathroom, Xie Yansheng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window smoking, "Don't think that sleeping once is the end of the story."

"Then sleep twice." She patiently hugged him from behind, and said coquettishly, "If it doesn't work twice, three times."

He pressed the unburned cigarette in his hand to the ashtray on the windowsill, reached out to circle her, and his thin lips fell on her forehead, "In order to keep Mrs. Xie's position, you have enough hard work."

When he said the central matter, she was not annoyed, but was very calm, "No matter which woman is Mrs. Xie, you will not be as free as you are now."

Xie Yansheng's expression was obviously stagnant, let go of her, and lit a cigarette again, "Duan Wenzheng and his family want to have a treat at noon, go together."

"Okay." She readily responded.

Duan Wenzheng is Xie Yansheng's good buddy, his father was in politics, and his status in Beijing is quite high.

Before going out, Wen Lan deliberately chose a brightly colored dress and put on light makeup.

Xie Yansheng was casual, only wearing a casual coat.

The Duan family lives in a courtyard house, and the alley outside is narrow and dilapidated, and the inside

But there is no cave.

Every time Duan Wenzheng invited Xie Yansheng to dinner, he almost always went home to receive it, Wen Lan followed Xie Yansheng once last year, and was fortunate to witness the life of the bigwigs under the roots of the imperial city.

Xie Yansheng has always been generous, and brought a lot of valuable gifts to Duan Wenzheng's parents.

The second elder of the Duan family went out to visit friends, and they can only return to Beijing next week, and only Duan Wenzheng and his wife Xiang Mo are left in the courtyard.

Xiang Mo Gaozi is white and clean, even if he has no makeup, he has a big belly, and his facial features are so delicate that there are no flaws.

Wen Lan saw Xiang Mo for the first time, Xiang Mo was soft, and he spoke slowly, which was very comfortable.

She has long heard Xie Yansheng say that the Xiang family and the Duan family have the same family background, Xiang Mo and Duan Wenzheng have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and their love and marriage are smooth, which can be described as a good couple.

The two men went to the east wing room to drink tea, and Xiang Mo accompanied Wen Lan to talk.

"Wen Zheng grew up in Jiangcheng when he was a child, and his family banquet can be said to be a friendship in open crotch pants. Later, Yan Sheng came to Beijing University to study, and he and I became alumni.

At that time, the banquet was a man of the year at Beijing University, and he was so busy with a trading company outside that he didn't even enter the school, but it didn't delay him from getting the first place in his major every semester."

Wen Lan frowned when she heard this, this didn't seem to be the Xie Yan voice she knew, right?

After two years of marriage, when the two could communicate calmly, most of them were when she asked for a thank you banquet, and she didn't really open her heart and talk about the past like lovers and husbands and wives.

She knew that Xie Yansheng was reading Jingda, and she always thought that Old Man Xie had bought it with money.

"On the first day of school in my senior year, Yan Sheng came back from Jiangcheng and invited me to dinner with Wen Zheng, saying that I saw a very beautiful girl in Jiangcheng No. 1 High School." Xiang Mo laughed out loud as he spoke.

"Later, I learned it was you."

Wen Lan was stunned.

Xie Yansheng was six years older than her, and she should have been a sophomore in her senior year, searching through all her memories, and she couldn't remember seeing him anywhere.

At that time, she had to learn her homework, piano and painting, and there were many boys chasing her, but none of them could make her happy.

Wen Lan gathered his thoughts and said quietly, "There is also this matter, the banquet has never been mentioned to me."

"I remember very clearly, the banquet said at that time, that girl is too young to do it, wait a few more years." Xiang Mo covered her lips and chuckled.

"After graduation, I returned to Jiangcheng, and occasionally came to Beijing, but I never heard him mention you again. Later, I heard the news that you were married."

Wen Lan's heart trembled.

is as cunning as the sound of thanks, knowing that it was a trap set by Wen Jinyin, he still got in and married her into the door, it turned out that he had already remembered her!

But after thinking about it, Xie Yansheng personally admitted to her that she had seen the lust at the beginning, and she quickly calmed down again.

Xie Yansheng didn't care about her a little, and he wouldn't be so romantic and wanton, making her a laughing stock in the eyes of others.

She secretly scolded herself: Thinking too much, isn't it!