Chapter 534

Wen Siyuan smokes a cigarette, and the smoke curls in front of his eyes. Hearing what he thinks, he looks back at Zhou Lan,

"I might want you to do me a favor."

"What's up? What can I do for you? "

"Unless, of course, you don't want to."

Zhou Lan was slightly stunned and retorted,

"Of course I would."

“……”

"I even belong to you. What else do I don't want?"

Wen Siyuan's eyes were a little deeper,

"Well, it's about our future. If you really care about me, remember that it's about my life."

Zhou Lan's eyes showed some tension, "in the end... What's the matter?"

At this time, there was a sound of the car stalling in the courtyard, and the voice of the old man came from the balcony,

"What about people? How did you turn it off? "

Zhou Lan's face was stiff,

"I'll go down and open the door first, and you'll just go to bed. If you ask me, I'll say that you've been sleeping all day after taking the medicine."

Wen Siyuan lowered his head to smoke, nodded very absent-minded.

Seeing this, Zhou Lan was a little worried. He snatched the cigarette from his hand and twisted it out in the ashtray. Jiao said angrily, "you're not in a hurry. If the old man knows that you're OK, I'll be finished."

"What are you afraid of? I'll take you when it's too big

"Bah..."

Zhou Lan pushed him away. She was not happy on her face, but she was very happy in her heart. After a while, she went downstairs to open the door.

"Why does it take so long to open the door, mother Zhang?"

Wenbo black face, obviously in the outside by the gas, back to Zhou Lan did not have a good face.

Zhou Lan settled down and took out a set of speeches that he had already prepared,

"Mother Zhang has something to do in her hometown. She asked me for leave for a long time and said that she wanted to go back. Today I let her go. No, I'm cooking at home. There's a lot of cutting in the kitchen. I didn't hear you outside."

Wenbo glanced at the direction of the kitchen. There were several cold dishes on the table, and there was fragrance in the kitchen, so he didn't take it seriously

"How about Siyuan?" The cold dishes on the table were all prepared before Zhang's mother left. The hot dishes in the kitchen were covered with a heat shield to keep the temperature and color. There was even a knife and half cut dishes on the chopping board to make a cooking appearance. As long as she didn't go into the kitchen, she would not see any flaws

Come on.

He never goes into the kitchen, so it's not hard to hide from him.

Zhou Lan turned his back and walked towards the kitchen. Hearing Wen Bo's question, he was slightly stiff, but soon returned to normal. He walked along the road,

"I don't know. After lunch, I don't know if I'm upstairs or out."

Wenbo frowned, more and more depressed in his heart.

His son is not very successful. He always knows that even at this time, if he wants his son to be as competitive as Ling Han's, he won't want to sell Huanyu.

"Dinner will be ready soon."

Zhou Lan's voice came from the kitchen.

Wenbo frowned and got up from the sofa,

"No, I'm not in the mood. I'm sleeping. You ask Siyuan to have dinner and come up early to accompany me after dinner."

Zhou Lan answered, "I know."

There was a "bang" sound of closing the door in the direction of the master bedroom on the second floor. Zhou Lan's heart just fell to the ground. He stayed in the kitchen for more than ten minutes. He put the dishes in the heat preservation cover on the table one by one. Then he cleaned up the cutting board. He was about to go to the second floor to call Wen Siyuan. When he turned back, he fell into a embrace.

Panic, she almost fell in the hands of the bowl.

"Ouch..."

A exclamation, the remaining half was covered by Wen Siyuan mouth, swallow back.

"Don't talk."

A few years ago, "Hong Rizhang? In the afternoon, didn't you say to go to Su Nianhua? "

"Su Nianhua?"

Weinberg's face was even worse, and he spat hard,

"It's a ruthless whore. The actor has no righteousness. That's right. If it wasn't for his good life, I'm afraid I would have been cheated by him. I'd have no place to die."

When he talked about the ruthlessness of the whore, Zhou Lan's eyes trembled and quickly lowered his head to eat. He didn't dare to look at him.

At the same time, just Su Nianhua has been staring at Wenbo in the teahouse for half an hour. After two calls, no one answered.

He did not dare to call more, the third call to ye Huanyan.

"Wenbo and I made an appointment to meet at the teahouse today, but he hasn't come yet. Do you think he knows anything?"

At the other end of the phone, ye Huanyan was silent for a few seconds and said in a deep voice, "in this way, don't worry. I'll see if I send someone to track Hong Rizhang. What's there to find?"

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