Wen Yuan responded with a gentle tone, without the slightest intention of following the wind to see a conflict.
"I just want to know where he is and if he is safe."
Before Feng Jian could answer, Wen Yuan continued to ask, "He didn't go to see Pippi, did he?"
It turned out that her focus was here.
Wen Yuan smiled, "He's in the hotel, arranged by my husband."
"Then, which hotel are you in?"
"I didn't ask about this, but I believe my husband will arrange it. Or do you want me to ask him?"
"this……"
Wen Yuan hesitated for a moment, but she obviously wanted Feng Jian to ask, otherwise she should take the initiative to refuse and not bother others in the middle of the night.
"Then please ask me."
After Wen Yuan faltered and said this, Feng Jian immediately looked in the direction of the bathroom, and pretended to call Lu Zexiao twice.
"Sorry, he's in the shower."
"Well, forget it, thank you."
After Wen Yuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry, and Feng Jian couldn't help smiling after hearing the sound of hanging up.
She laughed because she felt that this woman was too tired to live, but she still enjoyed it and thought it was the right way to get married.
...
Early the next morning, Zhou Muqing, who was sleeping in the hotel, woke up.
He drank too much last night, and he still felt a little dizzy when he woke up. Before he could adjust, the secretary called.
"Mr. Zhou, there are three meetings left in the cooperation with Miss Cheng's company, do you want to come?"
The secretary's question was a bit sudden, but Zhou Muqing realized later that he asked the secretary to remind him during the last three meetings.
Zhou Muqing hesitated for a few minutes and replied, "I will go."
An hour later, Zhou Muqing appeared in the company, and Wen Yuan pounced on him the moment he entered.
"Mu Qing, did you sleep well last night?"
As soon as Wen Yuan appeared, she began to stage a scene of affection, she held Zhou Muqing's arm tightly and cared for her.
Moreover, she is very confident when doing these things now, because she is married to Zhou Muqing, and she is his wife. Others can only envy her, and are not qualified to criticize her.
Facing Wen Yuan's enthusiasm and the gathered eyes of the employees, Zhou Muqing gently took Wen Yuan's hand away.
"Um."
Looking at Zhou Muqing who was still relatively indifferent, Wen Yuan took the initiative to hold his hand again, "Let's go upstairs, don't always stand at the door."
"Um."
Zhou Muqing responded, and took Wen Yuan upstairs, this time he didn't take her hand away.
After all, with so many employees watching at that time, his repeated refusal to give Wen Yuan face could easily lead to conflicts, but he could still bear it if he held hands.
Wen Yuan followed Zhou Muqing back to the office, and as soon as she entered, she sat down firmly.
Looking at her appearance, Zhou Muqing couldn't help asking, "Is there anything to do in the company today?"
If Zhou Muqing remembered correctly, Wen Yuan told him that she didn't want to work for the time being and that she would plan a honeymoon soon, so it must be something wrong if it happened now.
"I'm fine."
When Wen Yuan spoke, he sat up straighter, probably because he was a little guilty.
She had nothing to do, but she wanted to stay in the company and watch over Zhou Muqing, for fear that he would have too much contact with other women.
"You can leave if you have nothing to do. I will have a meeting later."
"A meeting? What kind of meeting?"
Wen Yuan stood up in surprise, Zhou Muqing was a little disgusted by her state.