The customer who was opened was called Wang Shi, and while chatting at the dinner table, Anmu learned that he was a customer whose sister was going to negotiate an order.

In his forties, he made high-temperature resistant products.

At the beginning, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, An Yao had been polished into a sleek and polite appearance, but there was still a little coldness between her eyebrows and eyes, and the words she said were very polite, and the wine was also saluted one by one.

An Mu has never seen this kind of scene much, she was held by others before she got married, not to mention that after marrying Wen Fangye, how could anyone dare to pour her wine all the time.

But when she saw An Yao's appearance of saying a welcome word, she hesitated again and again, but still took the wine.

She is not a fool, she can see that An Yao's intention to bring her to this drinking party is that she can't see that she is enjoying happiness alone, she is being tortured here, and she also wants to seek some benefits from her identity as Mrs. Wen.

It wasn't that there was no such thing before, An Mu half pushed and half responded on the spot, and didn't tell An Yao that she wanted a divorce.

It's just that this time, Wang Shi was drunk and his mind was no longer sober, thinking that Mrs. Wen was sitting here to receive his toast and politely saluted him, so he could point fingers at Wen Fangye.

"What's so good about him Wen Fangye, isn't he just a good tire?!" Wang Shi's eyes showed jealousy, he responded to every call at this wine table, everyone was pleased, but it was not worth mentioning when it came to the banquet of the upper class, and Wen Fangye just stood there, which made people understand the gap between himself and him.

No matter how hard you try, you can't cross the moat, and you can't be equal to him for the rest of your life.

"You're drunk." An Mu looked at Wang Shi coldly.

Wang Shi smiled, stretched out his hand to put his hand on An Mu's shoulder, and said disdainfully: "Who are you proud of?" Isn't it just that he is greedy for money and power, and people don't want you to rush to open your legs? ”

Then Anmu saw the red wine bottle slam on his head, and the viscous blood meandered down the horizontal flesh of Wang Shi's face, which was very similar to the color of wine.

An Yao couldn't help but move.

Wang Shi flipped the table angrily.

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Zhou Ke didn't know what means he used to get to the ward where Wang Shi lived.

Wen Fangye knocked politely on the door of the single ward.

After waiting for half a minute, a middle-aged woman with red eyes and crying came to open the door, looking vigilant: "Who are you?" ”

In the crack of the door lay a man on the hospital bed, his head tightly bandaged.

An Yao didn't have the strength to smash all the man's head at once.

"I heard that Mr. Wang was sick, so he came to visit." Wen Fangye casually said nonsense, he is noble and self-controlled, alienated and gentle, and it is easy to make people feel good.

The middle-aged woman began to cry when she heard this: "Lao Wang has always been polite to people, who knew that he could be knocked on the head by a gangster with a wine bottle when he walked on the road, he is his age, what should he do with a concussion?" ”

As he spoke, he leaned sideways and invited them in.

An Mu smiled gently: "Is that what he told you, it was the gangsters who knocked it?" ”

The back of her hand was still aching, and the smile on her face became more and more sincere: "I knocked it." ”

Mrs. Wang's hand wiping her tears stopped, looking at An Mu in disbelief, she didn't expect the culprit to dare to admit it in front of her family in the ward, she suddenly went crazy, pounced on her and shouted, "How dare you?" ”

But Wen Fangye's aura was too intimidating, and the posture standing in front of An Mu was too tough, and Mrs. Wang's teeth and claws died down without a moment, and she no longer dared to raise her head to Wen Fangye's eyes.

Wang Shi trembled and shouted, "Mr. Wen." ”

His hands and feet were cold.

An Yao is now a mud that everyone can step on, but An Mu is not. He was really drunk at the time, and he was promised to be fluttering, otherwise how could he speak wildly to An Mu?

Isn't this waiting to be cleaned up by Wen Fangye?

Wen Fangye still has a polite, gentle and noble appearance, but his words smell of copper, "My wife is injured, what does Mr. Wang plan to do?" ”

Wen Fangye looked at the well-dressed, what he did was an extortion gangster, calculating the medical expenses and mental damage expenses with Wang Shi, and the lion opened his mouth to ask for 100,000.

"You're too deceitful!" Mrs. Wang pointed at people and scolded, "She just scratched the skin on her hands, and my family was lying on the bed with a concussion!" I will accuse you of blackmail! ”

Wen Fangye's eyes cooled, and his habitual smile faded from his face, he was very aggressive, but he often smiled, making people think that he had a gentle temper, the same as his surname.

But once his face is cold, he looks sharp and fierce, and his tone is heavy, tearing through the illusion of gentleness.

"He also deserves my wife's skin to be scratched?"