Xie Yansheng finally said the sentence that Wen Lan hid in his heart.

Wen Lan's face remained calm, "I've lived with you for two years, and it's really unappetizing to raise money at this time—"

"You just say, 'But that's it.'" Xie Yansheng pulled a sneer at the corner of his lips and interrupted her.

She frowned, and looked at Xie Yansheng with disdain: "In order to get Cheng Nijia into the TV station, how much money you threw at her, you must hit my card within an hour."

Xie Yansheng raised his eyebrows: "Do you have any other requirements?"

Wen Lan's eyes wandered, "Go to the notary office again, the agreement signed yesterday afternoon will be invalid."

The agreement clearly states that after the transfer of ownership of An Yueyuan's house, Wen Lan must not sell it whether he lives in it or not.

"The house has been given to you, so don't use your brains anymore." Xie Yansheng's eyes were gloomy.

She pursed her lips and said in a tone that she could not be righteous and benevolent: "Then help me again and give Wen Jinyin some of the Baiping Mountain project."

"You have too much appetite for anything I can do." Xie Yansheng hooked his lips and refused, "I will transfer you a sum of money immediately, enough for you to have no worries about food and clothing in this life, be content."

She shut up in recognition and drove out of the hospital with Xie Yansheng in one car and another.

When she returned to TT, it was time for dinner, and Xie Yansheng transferred her a sum of money.

She stared at the string of zeros on the bank card information several times, and her mood was more comfortable than ever.

It's nice to have money.

Xie Yansheng called and clearly told Wen Lan that he would return to Dongsheng Yipin after work and fly to Beijing with him tomorrow morning.

Now that the house and tickets are in hand, she naturally wants to show a little sincerity and respond happily.

In the afternoon, she gave Xiao Li the work in the store and went to Bluewater Bay to pack her luggage after leaving work early.

Xie Yansheng is so generous, she has to accompany him in Beijing for at least a week.

On the way back to Dongsheng Yipin with his suitcase, Zhou Qiao called to report his safety.

She told Zhou Qiao about the store's recent revenue, and Zhou Qiao said excitedly that she would definitely give her a big red envelope when she had a holiday at the end of the year.

"I'm going to go to Beijing with Xie Yansheng tomorrow, stay for at least a week, and you can worry more about the company's affairs." Wen Lan said guiltily.

Zhou Qiao was a little anxious: "Xie slag, this is preparing to go to Beijing to expand the territory!" You won't go with him, will you?"

"I don't know. I don't bother to ask about him." Wen Lan said and stuffed the Bluetooth headset into his left ear, "In the future, I may go to Beijing every once in a while to stay for a few days, but I won't stay permanently." ap.

"That's pretty much it." Zhou Qiao smiled with relief, "At noon this Saturday, Zhao Huan and I will hold a wedding banquet on the nineth, and no matter where you are, you will have to rush over!"

"Needless to say!" Wen Lan suddenly remembered something, "Do you and Zhao Huan still have a make-up wedding?"

Zhou Qiao was silent for a while, and said weakly: "Zhao Huan's parents feel that the economic conditions of the two families are too different, and if the wedding is very grand, Zhao Huan will be considered to be rich. My parents gave birth to me, and I have a good face—"

"You'd rather upset your parents than offend your in-laws now, right?" Wen Lan took what she didn't finish and asked.

"Because no matter how much I toss, my parents will not be angry with me, but Zhao Huan's parents are different." Zhou Qiao said slowly.

"They have taught all their lives, and they don't bend their waists for five buckets of rice, and they already look at me, a rich second generation who smells of copper, unpleasant, so why should I go to block them again."

"Don't think too much, just have a good time." Wen Lan was talking, and when he saw Wen Jinyin's call, he ignored it directly and continued to chat with Zhou Qiao.

During this period, Wen Jinyin's phone calls kept coming, but she didn't answer.

The car drove into Dongsheng Yipin, and as soon as it was parked, I saw Xie Yan hurriedly coming out of the elevator.

Xie Yansheng also saw Wen Lan and walked over quickly, "Wen Jinyin called you and you didn't answer, saying that your father was dying. Hurry over now, and maybe see him one last time."

Wen Lan's heart chuckled.

At this time, she remembered that there was another father named Wen Yunzheng.

She had been living with Ji Minxin in Meicheng until she was six years old, and Wen Yunzheng only appeared in her world after Ji Minxin had a car accident and couldn't take care of herself.

Wen Yunzheng said that it was her father, and he didn't live with their mother and daughter because he was busy with work.

Although Wen Yunzheng was much older than Ji Minxin, she still believed it and followed Wen Yunzheng to Jiangcheng.

Wen Yunzheng sent Ji Minxin to the best rehabilitation hospital in Jiangcheng, and at the age of six, she had a new family.

not only has a new mother who is the same age as Wen Yunzheng, but also has an older brother named Wen Jinyin.

After coming to Jiangcheng, Wen Yun spent more time outside busy with business than at home.

Although the new mother and brother were lukewarm to her, they also spent money to let her learn painting and piano, and attended expensive art schools in elementary and junior high school.

In the winter of her freshman year of high school, Wen Yunzheng suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and stroke, and was sent to a sanatorium by Mrs. Wen and Wen Jinyin.

Wen Jinyin quickly took over Wen's, and insisted on sending Ji Minxin abroad for treatment the next year, saying that the medical environment abroad was better than that in China.

She cried and knelt in the Wen family's living room all night, but she didn't impress Wen Jinyin and Mrs. Wen.

After they found someone to send Ji Minxin to China, she cried and made trouble and went on a hunger strike, but in front of Wen Jinyin's mother and son, who were cold and hard-hearted, they were not worth mentioning.

The only consolation is that Wen Jinyin will let her watch Duan Ji Minxin's small video every once in a while.

Wen Lan's thoughts are long, and the past comes to mind frame by frame like a movie.

Wen Yunzheng didn't care much about her since he brought her back to Jiangcheng, and when she was a child, she would occasionally ask her about her homework, and she would not scold her or praise her.

A few years before Wen Yunzheng suffered a stroke and was admitted to a nursing home, she would follow Mrs. Wen or Wen Jinyin to visit, but then she didn't go much.

The last time I saw Wen Yun was the Mid-Autumn Festival. That day, Wen Yunzheng, who had long lost her ability to express herself, was holding her hand, her eyes full of tears.

When she left the ward, Wen Yunzheng's right hand kept waving at her, and she shed a few tears inexplicably.

The car drove sharply in the direction of Wen's house.

Xie Yansheng saw that she was in a bad mood and comforted, "Rather than living for a long time, it is a relief to die."

She didn't say a word, and closed her tired eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Lan saw Wen Yunzheng who had only one breath left in Wen's house.

Mrs. Wen, Mrs. Wen Jinyin and several close relatives of the family gathered around the bedside.

I haven't seen him for four months, Wen Yunzheng is thin and only has a layer of skin left, his mouth is open, his eyes are deeply sunken, and he is staring at the ceiling above.

Perhaps because of blood relationship, when Wen Lan entered the door, his head moved in the direction of the door.

Wen Lan's heart twitched violently, and tears fell down her eyes.

When she was about to walk to Wen Yunzheng's side, Xie Yansheng suddenly reached out and grabbed her.