C44

After dinner, Mrs. Wen brought them to the living room to rest, "Xiao Yan, greet Wen Jun well. Little Star, come with me and cut some fruits. "

Fan Xing looked at the two men who were sitting down in between the heavens and earth. Forget about letting Wen Yiyan greet them, he already treated them as nothing if they were nothing.

When they entered the kitchen, Mrs. Wen took out the snake fruit and orange that he had imported and placed them on the fruit bowl.

After Fan Xing washed the fruits, he took out his fruit knife and was about to cut them open.

Mrs. Wen held down the back of her blade and gently raised her hand, "Little Xing, you have to cooperate well with Wen Jun in the future. Show Little Yan the big show tonight."

"Acting?"

Mrs. Wen told her his purpose for inviting Fan Xing over tonight, "It's to make Little Yan jealous."

"Mom, is this not good … I don't like to use people. "

The Mrs. Wen patted Fan Xing's hand, "It's alright, Wen Jun knows what's going on.

Fan Xing was still hesitating.

"Don't you want to know what Little Yan thinks of you?"

Of course she wanted to know whether or not Wen Yiyan, who had always been cold, would be jealous or not.

If he wasn't jealous at all, that would mean …

Thinking about this, Fan Xing nodded his head.

After a while, Fan Xing and Mrs. Wen brought the fruits to the living room.

Seeing the two of them remaining silent, Mrs. Wen laughed, "Come, let us taste some fruits."

"You guys finally came out. I was just worried that no one would talk to me!"

"When did you become a chatterbox?" Fan Xing joked as she saw Wen Yiyan's expression darken again.

Liu Wenjun said, "Because it's rare to see you, so I can't help but want to chat."

The Mrs. Wen laughed, "Brat, it's rare to see an aunt like you, why don't you chat more with me?"

"Cough, cough …" Wen Yiyan coughed.

The Mrs. Wen gave him a cup of water, but he did not accept it. He smiled and placed the cup beside him.

Fan Xing did not look at him. She felt the sofa beside her sink, and it turned out that Liu Wen Jun had picked up a plate of fruit beside her and sat down.

"Fan Xing, do you still remember our language teacher?"

"I remember that language teacher who liked Li Bai a lot."

"Yeah, I went to his son's wedding last month."

"His son is finally married? I remember four years ago, he used to joke that his son was an old bachelor who was destined to die of loneliness. "

"Isn't that so? Now I'm going to be a bachelor too. "

Fan Xing patted his shoulder, "Kid, you're so humorous right now, why would you worry about not having a girlfriend?"

"It's a pity that Fan Xing secretly got married the moment you graduated, if not …"

"Or what?"

Under the stares of three pairs of eyes, and under the gloomy gaze of a pair of eyes, Liu Wenjun laughed out loud, "Otherwise, I will definitely give you a big red packet."

Fan Xing laughed again until his eyes became crescent moons. He did not notice that the teacup in his hand had suddenly turned over and fell to the ground.

Liu Wen Jun pulled Fan Xing's white hands, "Check if they were burned?"

"It's fine, my hand didn't get burned."

Wen Yiyan's face turned cold, "What a fool."

Fan Xing picked up the teacup and glared at Wen Yiyan.

Liu Wen Jun once again touched Fan Xing's hand, "As long as your hand is fine, it's fine."

Fan Xing was touched by him without batting an eyelid, she wanted to endure, all of this was to make her husband jealous.

But aside from that, Wen Yiyan was cold. His gaze fell on the hands they were holding together and his face darkened, but he did not move.

Mrs. Wen smiled and said, "Little Yan, you guys stay here for the night."

Wen Yiyan didn't look at Mrs. Wen, "I still have to work tomorrow."

"I heard from my aunt that Fan Xing's hospital is only fifteen minutes away from here. Compared to when we left your home, it was half the time it took."

Mrs. Wen only looked at Fan Xing, "Then Xiao Yan, go back, Xiao Xing is staying here."

Wen Yiyan looked at Fan Xing's troubled expression, "You choose."

Fan Xing mumbled, "I will still stay to accompany mother."

After Wen Yiyan heard of her decision, he walked out with a darkened face.

Fan Xing was about to stand up, "Hubby …"

Mrs. Wen shook his head as he held Fan Xing's hand.

Fan Xing could only restrain himself from questioning Wen Yiyan. As she watched Wen Yiyan slam the door and leave, a hint of disappointment surfaced in her bright eyes.

Her husband had left, leaving her alone.

Mrs. Wen gave Liu Wen Jun a look.

Receiving the Mrs. Wen's signal, he shouted loudly: "Fan Xing, on the way here, I discovered that there is a very fun game hall around here. I'll bring you to play."

Fan Xing, who was in a complicated mood, really wanted to let go of his depression and said, "Alright."

As soon as the two of them left the house, Fan Xing, who had just returned, clasped his hands together and was pulled away.

Liu Wen Jun shouted from behind them, "Fan Xing, Fan Xing..."

Fan Xing who was pushed into his car lowered his window and waved to Liu Wen Jun who had chased him out: "Let's go to the Game Hall next time."

Without hearing Liu Wen Jun's response, Wen Yiyan had already closed the car window.

The woman looked at him. "Why don't you let me stay over with Mom?"

Wen Yiyan's face was cold. In the direct road of the villa complex, he had drove a hundred and thirty meters.

Fan Xing opened his eyes wide, "Are you crazy? "Hurry and stop."

After saying that, the empty road instantly emitted the ear-piercing sound of tires grinding.

The car suddenly stopped.

She had never seen Wen Yiyan lose control like this, and she was a little afraid in her heart.

The man said with a cold expression, "Don't you know that Liu Wenjun is famous for being fickle in the industry?"

"Who would pay attention to him?"

Liu Wenjun was her classmate, but they used to be neighbors as well. There seems to be something like this … No wonder Grandma wanted his help.

"Who was it that just got him carried away?"

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other."

Wen Yiyan glared at her, "Do you know who your husband is?"

Fan Xing stuttered, "It's you in name."

Why did these words sound so ear-piercing and infuriating?

Wen Yiyan sneered and started the engine again, "Tonight, I will turn you into the real Mrs. Wen."