Wen Li suddenly paused when she walked to the door of the lounge, she thought of what Zhang Nuoheng had just said.

You deserve better.

She couldn't help but laugh a little, the young man must have just seen the two of them arguing, so he said that.

Song Jiawei's temper is sometimes not very good, and this time it was because he was too anxious about things on the stage, so he said that about himself.

Usually the two of them get along very harmoniously, and after the death of his family, Song Jiawei is also very good to himself in all aspects.

However, he has not been on stage since he gave birth, and he used too much force today to make Song Jiawei embarrassed, and he will apologize to him later.

Wen Li raised her hand to push the door open, but saw a clang inside, as if something had fallen to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Wen Li walked in in a panic and saw Song Jiawei with a cold face, and the assistant next to him squatting on the ground to pick up things.

"Hell, can you be quiet." Seeing her come in, Song Jiawei said unhappily, "As soon as you opened the door suddenly, the cup in my hand fell off." ”

Wen Li hurriedly apologized and went to help pick up the things on the ground: "I'm sorry, I'll knock on the door in advance the next time I enter the door." ”

The assistant got up and stood beside Song Jiawei, "Teacher Wen, this is outside, not at home, you'd better be careful." ”

Wen Li nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, was it because she had listened to what the young man said?

She picked up the things on the ground and put them on the table not far away, the makeup table that had been sorted out before going on stage looked very messy now, but Wen Li didn't think much about it, and still put everything away.

"Jiawei, I have something I want to talk to you about alone."

Wen Li hesitated for a moment, but still said what was in her heart.

The two have been married for several years and rarely have awkward quarrels, Wen Li thinks that this kind of thing must be explained clearly so as not to affect the relationship between husband and wife.

"You can just say anything about it, Xiaoyun is not an outsider."

Assistant Xiaoyun looked at Wen Li, "Oh, Teacher Song, Teacher Wen must want to talk to you about husband and wife, what will I look like if I stay here, I'll go out first, and you can talk slowly." ”

When Xiaoyun walked past Wen Li, she smelled a strong perfume smell, which she had never smelled before, could it be because she was so nervous today that her senses became sensitive?

The door of the lounge room was closed again, and Wen Li moved a chair and sat next to Song Jiawei.

The man didn't move the whole time, and snorted coldly as she approached.

Wen Li took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Jiawei, today is my fault, on the stage in the future, I will definitely cooperate with you, and the two of us will definitely be able to perform on a better stage." ”

Song Jiawei snorted coldly, "Then don't you still think I'm inferior to you?" ”

"But didn't you teach me that? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to perform, you're the best. Wen Li said.

Hearing this, Song Jiawei's face looked a little better.

"Okay, I know, the two of us will work together to make a more perfect stage."

He got up and stretched out his hands, Wen Li instantly understood what he meant, got up and hugged him tightly.

The two hugged each other as if the unhappiness just now had never happened.

The door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, Song Jiawei let go of Wen Li, his face was gloomy, "Don't you know to knock on the door before entering the door?" What's going on again? ”

Xiaoyun hurriedly walked to the two of them and held up the mobile phone in front of Song Jiawei.

Just now, Wen Li was a little embarrassed to be seen because the two of them hugged each other, but seeing Song Jiawei's angry look, she realized that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

She probed over to find out what was going on, but Xiaoyun suddenly turned off the screen of her phone.

Song Jiawei pushed Wen Li's shoulder away with a gloomy face, "There is something at work, you go and take a rest first, don't disturb us." ”

The man who was hugging and reconciling with him just now turned his head and said such things, Wen Li was more or less unhappy.

But the work was important, so she had to say, "Okay, then you can go, if there is anything you need my help with?"

"How can you help, don't make a mess here."

After Song Jiawei finished speaking, he pushed her and walked out of the room with his assistant Xiaoyun.

Wen Li didn't speak, and when she hugged and separated just now, she saw a red mark on Song Jiawei's neck.

The two have not been intimate for a long time, so it is absolutely impossible for them to stay.

Doubt is like a seed that takes root in Wen Li's heart.

When Song Jiawei and the two left, she clearly smelled the smell from Song Jiawei, and the fragrance was the smell of perfume on the assistant Xiaoyun.

Two people, are they?

Wen Li wanted to tell herself that all this was just her own speculation, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

This assistant Xiaoyun was not very good at the assistant interview at that time, Wen Li couldn't see the difference between her and ordinary assistants?

It looks ordinary, not even outstanding.

is usually down-to-earth and capable, and takes care of Song Jiawei very dedicatedly.

But it's just such a person who seems to be honest and dutiful, but he actually greened himself?

The deeper Wen Li thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

The sound of items falling to the ground that I heard when I entered the door just now, the makeup table that suddenly cluttered for no reason, and the atmosphere where two people couldn't get in between them

Thinking of what the two of them might have done on the table in front of them, Wen Li couldn't help but retch.

No, Song Jiawei will not betray his ......

Wen Li told herself, but that intuition told her that she was right, Song Jiawei, a man, got together with his assistant behind his back.

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to find someone to talk to, but she had been a full-time housewife for so long, and she had no friends around her who could talk to her.

When Wen Li opened Weibo and wanted to see something else to distract herself, the list of messages that she hadn't moved for a long time showed 99+.

She remembered that today's show was broadcast live, and the performances of herself and Song Jiawei were quite good, but it was impossible for there to be so much news, right?

Wen Li clicked on one casually and found that it was actually a blog post shared, and the other party left several messages.

[Sister, such a scumbag is not worth your nostalgia! ] 】

[You are good-looking, you have money, and you sing better than that kind of scumbag, what do you want him? ] 】

[Retreat, retreat! I'm driving a tractor to pull you away! 】

Wen Li took a deep breath and clicked on the Weibo shared by the other party.

The door of the lounge suddenly opened, and Song Jiawei and Xiaoyun stood at the door.

When looking at Wen Li, Song Jiawei rubbed his nose weakly, "Xiaoli, there may be some rumors on the Internet recently, you"

"Is it true?" Wen Li interrupted him and walked up to him step by step, "Are all those things said on the Internet true?" (End of chapter)