Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The whole wedding was low-key but exquisite, and the liveliness came from the freshness and chic of this wedding.

But such a chic wedding made Wen He feel more and more out of place sitting there, even though he had a seemingly blessed smile on his face.

Almost everyone was taking pictures, or trying to take photos with the couples above, but Wen He just sat upright from the beginning to the end, watching, listening, and occasionally sipping delicious food and wine.

It was Fu Xihe who proposed to Song Jianyi. He might not be considered a wealthy family in the capital, but his family's group successfully went public at one time, needless to say his background.

Fu Xihe looked excited and nervous today, almost all his eyes were on Song Jianyi, and he could take care of every detail.

When Song Jianyi was proposed, it was the climax of the wedding party.

The audience is booing.

It was also at that time that Wen He got up and left the table. He didn't listen to Fu Xihe's marriage proposal, and of course he didn't hear Song Jianyi's answer either.

Or rather don't want to hear it.

Back in the car, he lit a cigarette, thinking of the time when he and this little girl had just met.

As Menghui's younger sister, she lived in the villa he provided to Menghui.

Later, she also ran into him when she was playing tricks on the set. At that time, he had a relationship with Guan Sheng's mother, Su Yu, and happened to accompany Su Yu to meet his collaborator.

Wen He didn't know that the film that Su Yu wanted to invest in had something to do with Song Jianyi.

Also after going back that day, Su Yu saw him and was obviously taken aback, "Did we meet?"

Wen He hooked the corner of his mouth, noncommittal.

He went to the villa a lot, so naturally he met more often later.

After getting familiar, it should be that Song Jianyi occasionally throws him a script and checks his lines.

It was obviously just a few tricks, but she dealt with them seriously without exception.

Wen He has seen too much of the world, and he has come into contact with more women than he has ever changed clothes, but he was born in the dark, and has been in the dark, and it has only gradually turned white from Fan Xiaozheng in the past few years.

Most of the women he saw were in vanity fairs, impetuous and sophisticated were not used to it.

Song Jianyi is like a white flower, he just entered the entertainment industry, he is silly and naive, but this kind of naivety has a healing effect on him.

Song Jianyi's appearance is not stunning, but it is fresh and attractive. She has a face of first love, red lips and white teeth, and two eyebrows that are naturally dark and slightly thick, but they always have a youthful vibe.

Wen He liked to see her smile.

But it's not that I haven't seen her worry, and I've seen her lose her temper.

That was the first time he took the initiative to ask, "Why are you frowning?"

Song Jianyi leaned on the sofa, with a listless face, and glanced at him, obviously not wanting to communicate, she turned sideways and continued to stare at the notebook in her hand.

"A new play?" Wen He poured a glass of water, walked leisurely to the other side, glanced at her, and slowly sipped it.

As soon as Song Jian said "hmm", there was no more to say.

Wen He was free for a few days and had no plans for the night, probably because he gradually felt tired of the living conditions of the past [-] years, and the feasting and feasting every night was boring, so it was better to stay at home quietly.

Seeing that she didn't turn it over for a long time, Wen He slightly raised his eyebrows, "Need me to help you correct your lines?"

Song Jian didn't look up, but responded: "No need."

But he has nothing to do.

The huge villa, just the two of them, looked extremely quiet, probably because seeing her frowning, Wen He once felt that the air was oppressive.

Holding a water glass, he walked over, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll make some. Aunt Song probably won't be able to make it tonight."

Song Jian shook her head, apparently lacking appetite, and continued to stare at the script.

"Just eat fried noodles? Or rice?"

"I can also make you hot and sour noodles..."

"I told you not to eat, are you annoyed?" Song Jianyi finally looked up at him, frowning even tighter.

But after saying this sentence, he pursed his lips, didn't look at him anymore, grabbed the script and turned to go back to her room.

Walking in a hurry, he swept the notebook in his hand and knocked down the cup that Wen He was holding.

"Bang Dang!" With a sound, the cup hit the side of the tea table first, and then fell to the ground.

As you can imagine, it was broken.

Water was also spilled all over the place.

Song Jian looked at him, and then at the mess on the ground. She obviously knew that her temper was wrong, but she couldn't say a word for a while, so she just stood there.

"Go and get busy!" Wen He said with a good temper.

This is also a point that Song Jianyi finds it difficult for him to see through.

Sister Meng said that he is actually a vicious and powerful person, with methods that are beyond the reach of others, and he stands at the top of interests.

But in this villa, the Wenhe she saw basically smiled faintly, even if he had no expression, he looked good-natured.

She has recently returned to her room.

However, after more than half an hour of calm, she came out of the room dawdly.

Wen He was not seen in the living room, only the floor had been cleaned up, and the cup fragments were carefully wrapped and placed in the trash can.

When she went to the kitchen, her steps hesitated.

On the contrary, Wen He looked back at her, still slightly curling his lips, "It's almost done, let's get ready to eat, it's just the two of us tonight."

He didn't look angry at all, or like nothing happened at all.

This made her feel guilty.

Those who live in others, eat others, and lose their temper at others.

"I'm sorry." She stood at the door and didn't know if he could hear her, but she had already apologized.

When Wen He heard it, he just smiled and didn't respond.

When I turned around, I found that she had slipped away.

night.

He chatted with Menghui about something, and it happened that Menghui mentioned business because he wanted to vote for a liar.

Wen He sounded familiar.

"Su Yu's project." Ye Liang bluntly reminded her, and continued: "As soon as Song Jian has a role, but if Su Yu votes, she will be deleted. Because of this, she was almost submerged two days before, and I guess she is still depressed these two days. , where is she?"

Yeliang hasn't seen Song Jianyi since entering the door.

Wen He frowned, understanding why she was in a bad mood.

"A man who plays tricks has to risk being hidden?" His tone was teasing and somewhat displeased, and his tone was obvious.

So Ye Liang glanced at him.

Because of this kind of thing, he usually just listens to it, will not be interested, and will not ask more questions.

Even if you want to ask, it should be asking why she wants to vote for this film, or how she plans to deal with Su Yu.

Ye Liang also smiled, "The tricks are also divided into layers. She was brushed off. If she wants to stay and go up, doesn't she have to cooperate with certain people?"

Wen He looked at her so far, "It's not much better than the business circle, how did you think of getting involved?"

She smiled lightly, "Just say whether you can help or not."

Wen He didn't directly say to help, but said: "Leave a role for Song Jianyi."

Ye Liang raised her eyebrows, "I must stay if I vote."

He just nodded his head.