An Muzhen didn't expect Wen Fangye to take her to see Wang Shi to ask for money.

She actually didn't feel very aggrieved from beginning to end, but she was very happy to see Wang Shi and his wife reluctantly gritting their teeth to give money.

"You can laugh when you want." Wen Fangye was helpless, "You can't bear it so much that your waist is shaking." ”

An Mu pursed the corners of his lips: "You're not afraid that they will embarrass you when they say it." ”

The garden was quiet and empty on an autumn night, and Wen Fangye parked the car at the entrance of the hospital, and had to walk through the garden of the inpatient department to get out.

Wen Fangye raised his eyebrows and spoke lazily: "You really don't belong to home, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are." Is 100,000 yuan a lot? ”

Anmu, who was suddenly educated: "......"

But she didn't spend 100,000 yuan.

"Is it a lot for you?" She asked, thinking that for a person like Wen Fangye, who was born with a golden spoon and grew up in a pile of gold and silver, 100,000 yuan was just a number.

"That's a lot." A deep male voice blew through his ears with the evening breeze, "What a loser, Mrs. Wen who has never been poor." ”

An Mu only felt that he was messing around, and just wanted to ask, have you ever been poor?

The man continued: "No matter how much money it is, it will always hurt to let them make such a sum of money, I heard that Wang Shi and his wife started from scratch and are very economical." In this way, you can have a longer memory. ”

"Besides, do they have a light on their faces when they say it—"

In short, it is reasonable for him to ask for money, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The black Bentley was in front of him, Wen Fangye opened the door for Anmu, Anmu bent over and sat in the co-pilot, and suddenly heard Wen Fangye shouting his name.

"Anmu." She looked up, and what caught her eyes was the man's angular jawline and a leaf in his hand, a maple leaf, and the warm white street lamp illuminated, blurring the boundary between black and white, like a retro and distressed pictorial, classical and handsome, with the charm of being able to pass through the long river of time.

The model in the pictorial said very inexplicably: "This maple leaf is complete." ”

The man made a request to Yasaki, "Let's make it a bookmark." ”

Yasuki made a nasal voice: "Huh? ”

The door was slammed shut, and after another moment, the driver's door was opened.

"I won't."

"Go learn." The man was concise and to the point.

-

When he woke up the next day, Anmu caught a glimpse of a document on the bedside, three ways to print out a homemade leaf bookmark.

Mr. Wen's action is very strong.

She browsed it, threw it into the trash can with an expressionless face, and went straight to the study, Wen Fangye's study did not guard her, and they were not less messing around in the study.

An Mu familiarly found a dictionary of professional terms commonly used by Wen Fangye, sandwiched the maple leaf into it, and put it back in place.

I also received a call from Wen Fangye halfway.

"Go home for dinner tonight."

An Mu's fingertips brushed the gilded and uneven title on the side, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Well, okay." ”

-

The Wen family has a manor in the suburbs, according to An Mu's observation this year, this address is usually not inhabited, that is, every month the family dinner, Wen Fangye takes her, Wen Shiguo takes his new love, and the father and son have a meal.

Anmu stayed in the kitchen to watch the cook cook, she used to help the handle, or fry a few dishes, the cook is very familiar with her.

"After the young master married his wife, he became more and more stable, and he didn't quarrel with his father anymore, thanks to you!"

"Are they always quarrelling?"

"Not really." The cook said, "After the lord and the lady divorced, the father and son quarreled when they met, and that's it, they had to sit together to eat every month, and they had to break the chopsticks if they couldn't finish eating." Lao Tzu fell after his son fell, and his son fell after Lao Tzu fell. I was really angry, and the paperweight in the study said to throw it away, and the young master's head was bleeding. ”

Anmu couldn't imagine Wen Fangye's deflated appearance.

"But then - something happened, it's okay if the young master is no longer so sharp, the most important thing is that you enter the door, the young master's temper is getting better and better, and the father and son can sit down and have a meal."

An Mu smiled noncommittally and changed the subject: "How long will the soup take?" ”

"It's almost two hours, you go and wait in your room."

"Okay."

She turned and went up to the second floor, and was about to push the door to enter, when she heard a rustling sound.

Yasuki walked lightly and walked to the edge of the corner, the light and shadow cutting, just shrouding her in the shadows.

"Mommy." Wen Fangye's detached voice sounded on the stairs.

"Your dad and I haven't gotten our permits yet." The charming and lazy female voice is seductive, with a mature charm.