This night, Xie Yansheng took the initiative to sleep on his side.

He said that it was too aggrieved to see that he couldn't touch it, so it was better to sleep separately.

From Wen Yunzheng's death to the funeral four or five days, Wen Lan did not sleep a single night, and slept in bed until half past ten the next day.

On WeChat, there was a voice message from Xie Yansheng at 6 o'clock in the morning, saying that he was already preparing for the security check at the airport.

At this point, I should have arrived in Beijing early.

Wen Lannian sent a message to Xie Yansheng for the sake of An Yueyuan's house and the money: Arrived?

Xie Yansheng's phone call came immediately, "Mrs. Xie finally knows that she is worried about me."

"I just got up, and I still have to put on makeup and change clothes, so let's not talk about it." Wen Lan was about to end the call.

Xie Yansheng stopped her, "Fly over early in the afternoon, remember to call in advance, I will pick up the plane whenever it is."

"Call ahead so that Miss Cheng and Miss Bai can hide far away?" She joked.

"Don't say these nonsense words again." Xie Yansheng's tone became solemn, "The child is growing up in your belly day by day, you don't use negative emotions to influence him."

"Then please ask Mr. Xie to create less negative emotions for me." She said mercilessly.

"Look at me." Xie Yansheng hung up the phone after speaking.

Wen Lan put down her phone and went to the bathroom.

put on light makeup, and deliberately found a low-key and simple dark green cashmere skirt in the wardrobe, with a milky white coat with a good texture on the outside.

When her car drove into "Nine", she remembered that she had no cash with her.

Before Zhou Qiao traveled abroad, Wen Lan bought a golden hairpin of more than 100 grams as a wedding gift for her.

Wen Lan had long been preparing to wrap a red envelope of 10,000 yuan at her wedding banquet, but Wen Yunzheng's funeral still disrupted everything.

I didn't prepare cash in advance, not to mention, I didn't even buy a red envelope with cash!

What's even more annoying is that when she went out, she only took her mobile phone, not even a bank card.

At this time, it was almost half past eleven, most of the guests had arrived, and Zhou Qiao called and said that the table was about to start.

"Dongsheng Yipin" and "No. 9" are in the east of the city and the other in the west of the city, plus the traffic jam at noon, tossing back and forth, and the wedding banquet is almost over.

Alas, anyway, he and Zhou Qiao don't have to worry about so many forms, they really can't transfer money directly.

Wen Lan parked the car, and when he got out of the car, he saw a familiar black sedan parked in the opposite parking space.

On the rear wing of the car, there is still the damage from the scrape of her last rear-end collision.

It's Shen Yi's car!

The window next to the driver's seat was ajar, and Shen Yi was filling a stack of brand-new old man's heads into red envelopes.

Wen Lan saw that there were still a few handfuls of unopened cash on his co-pilot, and hurriedly knocked on the car window.

When Shen Yi rolled his eyes, he had already wrapped the red package in his hand.

Wen Lan's gaze crossed him and fell directly on the red old man beside him.

"Something?" Shen Yi was ready to get out of the car.

"I didn't bring cash, can you lend me 10,000, I'll transfer it to you." Wen Lan suddenly found that there were two empty red envelopes on the built-in shelf of Shen Yi's car.

Shen Yi took an old man's head from the seat of the car and handed it over.

"Thank you. Can you lend me a red envelope in your car?" Wen Lan said embarrassedly, "I came out in too much of a hurry, and I didn't prepare anything."

Shen Yi also handed over the empty red envelope, Wen Lan put the money in it, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Transfer your Alipay or WeChat?" Wen Lan turned on his phone.

Shen Yi put the remaining two old man's heads on the seat of the car into the storage box and walked down from the car.

Today's Shen Yi is wearing a very casual shirt, a navy blue windbreaker, dark trousers, and a gray cardigan inside, restrained and warm.

But he looked very lonely.

If Shen Yi is a piece of jadeite, you can see the lines inside at a glance. Then, Xie Yansheng is an obsidian that people can't see through.

"Whatever." Shen Yi's gaze was deep and fell on Wen Lan, "Uncle Wen has passed away, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." As she spoke, she clicked on Alipay, entered Shen Yi's phone number, and transferred 10,000 yuan.

Shen Yi didn't speak again, his gaze moved to her flat lower abdomen.

She was inexplicably panicked, and pretended to walk into "Nine" calmly.

At the door of the hall was the account table for receiving the money, and after Wen Lan gave the red envelope, he wrote his name on the gift list.

Soon, Shen Yi's name appeared after her name.

When Zhou Qiao was in high school, he was in the same class as Wen Lan and Shen Yi, but he was popular, and there were more than ten classmates in Wen Lan's class alone.

Everyone saw Wen Lan and Shen Yi entering the venue at the same time, and several cheap-mouthed people began to coax and ask them when they would have a happy event.

"Don't talk nonsense! Wen Lan has a husband, and it is the founder of the feast Xie Yansheng!" There are well-informed people who hurriedly stop it.

Hearing the name of "Thanksgiving Voice", everyone's expressions were different.

Wen Lan knew that Xie Yan's reputation for being a good voice was very loud outside, and most people were in the mindset of watching jokes, so he stayed away from them and found a quiet corner in the hall to sit down.

Zhou Qiao sent a message, saying that he was too busy today to take care of her for the time being, and would talk a few words later when he toasted.

TT's boss held a wedding banquet, all the employees came, and a few who had a good relationship with Wen Lan took the initiative to sit at a table with Wen Lan.

Wen Lan found that the relatives and friends of Zhou Qiao's family and Zhao Huan's family were like people living in two worlds.

Most of the people who are related to the Zhou family are wealthy business tycoons, all of whom are jewels and arrogant.

came to the Zhao family, his clothes and speech and demeanor looked like they were in the system, and he was very cautious in what he said and did, even if he was very capable, he had to leave five points, for fear of being caught by someone.

Xie Yansheng sent Wen Lan a WeChat message and asked her if she had met Lawyer Shen.

She was not ambiguous, and replied with three words: Encountered.

Xie Yan replied: Please Mrs. Xie keep the distance she deserves.

Wen Lan knew that he would think too much and was ready to send another message to reassure him.

But at this time, the high-pitched voice of the emcee sounded at the front desk, and Zhou Qiao and Zhao Huan entered the arena and forgot about it.

Zhou Qiao is not too tall, but he has a very beautiful little face, and today he pulled up his long hair and wore a set of precious imperial green jade jewelry, wearing a red dress skirt designed by Wen Lan.

Although it was just a banquet, it made the grandeur of the wedding ceremony.

Father Zhou is a big man in the Jiangcheng business field, and he is speaking and distributing red envelopes to everyone present, which is out of the limelight.

Shen Yi sat two tables away from Wen Lan, and the two had zero communication during the whole process of eating.

Wen Lan occasionally felt a deep gaze fixed on her.

After the banquet began, she heard a fierce sound of persuasion from Shen Yi's side, and several classmates "Lawyer Shen" and "Lawyer Shen" shouted and persuaded.

Shen Yi didn't drink much, and if he didn't refuse to drink it all the time, he would definitely get drunk by them.

She was inexplicably worried about Shen Yi and looked in his direction.

Unexpectedly, it was entangled with Shen Yi's burning gaze!

Shen Yi's dark eyes were full of feelings that she couldn't understand.

Soon, he actually picked up a glass of wine and walked crookedly towards Wen Lan!