Wen Lan had no desire to fight him, and tried to turn back to the dining room.

But Xie Yansheng blocked her way, and her thin lips pulled out a sneer: "Say, are you going to be a stepmother to Jiang Jingci's son?"

When he was Mrs. Xie, Wen Lan hated him for sneering at a little nonsense.

Now that he is divorced, he still has this attitude, Wen Lan feels very ridiculous.

"It's been ready for a long time." Wen Lan's long eyelashes flickered, deliberately angry with him, "Jiang Jingci is mature and calm, and his family background is thick, and he will never embarrass me. Unlike some men who pick and search, not only are they abusive, but they never respect the women who love them!"

"Just call me by name." Xie Yansheng's pupils dimmed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, took out a cigarette and lit it, and turned his back to her and muttered, "I really underestimated Jiang Jing's resignation."

At this moment, Wen Lan actually heard a bit of melancholy and sadness from his voice.

Soon, she dismissed the ridiculous idea.

High up, how can the sound of the strategizing banquet be intentionally unsettled!

The two fell silent.

Less than a third of the food on the table was eaten, and a bottle of red wine was drunk.

The voice of Xie Yan, who had been facing away from her, smoked one cigarette after another.

It was raining outside, and there were no windows in the room, and she choked and coughed twice.

Xie Yansheng had unscrewed a window, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and turned to look at her.

The band-aid on Xie Yansheng's forehead had fallen off, and the wound had been scabbed over by her water glass.

"Wen Lan." Xie Yansheng's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a deep voice, "As long as I am alive, I will not let you marry another man."

She smiled noncommittally, "Please put yourself in your place. It's ridiculous that you're just my ex-husband, and you want to meddle in my life in the future."

"Let's all calm down and have a good talk." Xie Yansheng walked towards her, his eyes flashing with unprecedented anticipation and sincerity.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about." Wen Lan refused, avoided the sound of Xie Yan, walked into the nearest side bedroom, and locked the door.

The small flame that had just ignited in Xie Yansheng's heart was extinguished in an instant.

He leaned against the wall opposite his side, his brow and eyes full of coldness and despair.

Wen Lan lay on the bed with his mobile phone in his hand, and sent a text message to Jiang Guan, asking him if he had resigned from contacting Jiang Jing.

Jiang Guans replied with two words in seconds: no.

She comforted: Don't worry, it should be that the communication signal is interrupted.

Jiang Guan did not respond again.

Wen Lan found Jiang Jingci's number, plucked up the courage to try several times, but didn't dial it out.

She persuaded herself over and over again: Jiang Jingci has rich social experience, and he will be fine.

Since he is not ready to accept Jiang Jingci, then, no matter what the reason for the greeting, it will bring undue illusions to Jiang Jingci.

Half an hour later, she sent another text message to Jiang Guan, but Jiang Guan still didn't reply. Look at the book

This night, Xie Yansheng didn't bother her, but she didn't sleep well.

When she woke up several times, she had to pick up her mobile phone to see if there was any message from Jiang Guan, but she was disappointed once.

As long as she thinks that Jiang Jingci took the high-speed train because of her, and she is still in a state of disconnection, she feels guilty.

When she received Jiang Guan's call last night, she could still comforted her calmly.

Now, the mobile phone is full of news about passengers stranded at high-speed rail stations at major airports. Due to the temporary disruption of traffic, many stations do not even have hot water and emergency medicine.

There are seven or eight stops along the high-speed rail line from Jiangcheng to Gangcheng, and the most severely affected is the Sihe River, which is the station where Jiang Guan said Jiang Jingci was trapped.

Wen Lan also saw a small video posted by an Internet celebrity in a county adjacent to Sihe, saying that all the signal towers in Sihe were damaged, stranded passengers had no hot water and no warm supplies, and even instant noodles were snatched up, and the vast majority of tourists were hungry.

The more she looked, the more frightened she became, and her eyelids kept jumping.

Although she had clearly rejected Jiang Jingci's overtures, Jiang Jing's resignation from Hong Kong City did not inform her, but said

In the end, Jiang Jingci took the high-speed train because of her!

It's okay if Jiang Jingci is fine, but if there is anything, she will have to bear a heavy debt for the rest of her life!

Last night, there were not many reports about this incident on the Internet, and overnight, it was already on the first place on the domestic hot search list.

Wen Lan's fingers trembled slightly, and he dialed Jiang Guan's phone.

The ringtone rang for a long time, and Jiang Guan's hoarse voice came from the mobile phone, "Lao Jiang has no news yet."

「……」

Wen Lan's hand holding the phone shook, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

"Lao Jiang heard yesterday that you were going to Port City, so he booked that train. Since your itinerary has changed, why don't you let him know?"

Jiang Guan's fingers ordered Wen Lan to be ashamed.

"Lao Jiang has been missing for seventeen hours now, have you called him?"

Wen Lan muttered weakly, "I'm sorry, I was negligent."

"Since Lao Jiang first saw you, he has been eager to give you his whole heart. Now it seems that I am really blind!"

Jiang Guan hung up the phone angrily.

Wen Lan found Jiang Jingci's phone and was about to dial it, when a hurried knock on the door rang.

She knew that it was the sound of thanksgiving, so she shouted angrily, "Don't bother me, go to sleep!"

"Wen Lan, you little liar, I obviously heard you talking on the phone." The force of Xie Yan's knock on the door was much stronger.

She stared at Jiang Jingci's phone number on the mobile phone screen, and dialed it out after a little thought.

Then came a rush of buzz.

Again, the same is true.

The phone slipped from the palm of her hand and fell on the bed, and she didn't even notice it.

Xie Yan's louder and louder slamming on the door pulled her back to reality.

She barely bred up, got out of bed barefoot, and unscrewed the door open.

"Jiang Jingci is not dead yet, who are you crying and sad to show it?" Xie Yansheng walked into the bedroom and pulled her into his arms.

Her hands quickly landed on her ungraspable waist.

She was so upset that she reached out to block it, and Xie Yansheng pressed her to the bed.

She tore her hands and feet with a thanksgiving sound, and in a few rounds she was out of breath and defeated.

When Xie Yansheng pressed over, she found that Xie Yansheng's eyes were smeared with a terrifying scarlet.

This kind of thanksgiving voice, crazy, paranoid, and rude, will not have any pity for her.

It was a nightmare she would never want to repeat.

Every time, she cried and begged Xie Yansheng to let go, in exchange for Xie Yansheng to use more means on her.

Xie Yansheng's face was tense, and he stared at her directly.

She knew that there was no escape, so she closed her eyes motionless like a puppet, and let the sound of the banquet toss.

Xie Yansheng noticed that the woman under him was like a dead fish, and when there was no life, he bit her neck hatefully!

She screamed and opened her eyes, and slapped Xie Yansheng in the face!