The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 245 Mr. He Notes Lonely Life [46]

Wen Jie glanced at her sideways, his thin crimson lips curled up slightly, and his voice was like icy jade, "...coincidentally, me too."

Shen Lang: "What if I get embarrassed later, what should I do?"

"No one dares to laugh at you."

"Did you tell your family about our divorce?"

"...Don't worry, I didn't tell them about our marriage."

Shen Lang: "..." Tired, let's destroy it.

The two were ushered in by the hurried waiter.

It's not like the routine where waiters stand in rows to greet you, and there is no red carpet and greetings.All the way they walked, there was more cold and humid night air, and the night wind that caressed the skin from time to time.

Shen Lang held Wen Jie's arm, and walked gracefully into the hall.Obviously, the appearance of the two of them stiffened the relatively harmonious atmosphere in the hall.

But in an instant, they returned to their original state, toasting and laughing, and a few young men in suits and leather shoes came over with smiles on their faces.

"Ah Jie, I haven't seen you for several years, and I have calmed down a lot." The person who spoke was called Zhang Hua. Don't look at him with a smile on his face, but he was a smiling tiger. Wen Jie just paid attention to it.

"Hey... this is it?" Zhang Hua looked at Shen Lang while talking, his eyes lingered on her full and tall chest for a few seconds, and then subconsciously glanced at her slender waist...

Zhang Hua couldn't help swallowing, his eyes unconsciously showed a trace of fiery desire, but suddenly he felt a little cold on his body.Raising his head suddenly, he found that the man's cold and gloomy gaze was as real as it was, cutting his face with pain.

"This, this is my wife." Every word, as if mixed with cold wind and shattered ice, with undisguised disgust and anger.

Shen Lang raised his small face, looked at him inexplicably, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab him, forcing him to bend slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Why are you crazy?"

Wen Jie paused for a moment, with a calm expression on his face, but there was a hint of ice and snow floating in his beautifully drooping eyebrows, "...we'll talk about it when we go back."

Shen Lang: "..."

Wen Jie stood up straight, and squinted at Zhang Hua, "I don't think I'm familiar with Mr. Zhang enough to call him by his nickname."

This is extremely embarrassing.

Zhang Hua's face was ugly, he stared at him for a while, and seemed to glance at Shen Lang inadvertently, then slowly suppressed a kind smile, greeted him, turned around and left.

Wen Jie is a serious person whose parents have both died, and the only ones who can appear in this banquet now, except for some relatives who are not in touch with each other, are those whose family has a relatively good relationship with the Wen family.

Tonight's host of this family banquet is Wen Jie's grandma, the mistress of Wen's main house.

Wen Jie took her to meet his grandmother, "She is a very kind person, she will definitely like you."

"It seems... You really didn't tell your family about your marriage?" Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, and carefully searched through the memory of the original owner, and sure enough, he didn't find any impression about Wen Jie's family.Of course, except for Wen Jie's father who matched the two of them at the beginning.

Shen Lang saw Grandma Wen, how should I put it... Her first impression when she saw this old grandma was probably that "time has never defeated a beauty".The elegant temperament is exuded from the bones.

Grandma Wen looked at the two of them, nodding and smiling, and some inexplicable light appeared in her eyes, as if it was a little morning light after the vicissitudes of life, which was very moving.

"Ah Jie said that you are a very good girl." Grandma Wen took her hand and looked at Wen Jie again, "You have lived up to your father's entrustment."

Shen Lang squinted his eyes and told her instinctively that Grandma Wen might know the reason why the original owner married Wen Jie.

Grandma Wen smiled melancholy, and said, "If I hadn't hosted a family banquet, I don't know how long it would have taken Ah Jie to bring you back and officially introduce you to us."

"..." Shen Lang was hesitating whether to tell her that the two had registered for divorce, but he was afraid of hurting the old man.

Wen Jie asked, "Where is the key to father's room?"

Grandma Wen didn't seem surprised at all, and pointed to the red lacquered sandalwood box held by the maid beside her, "It's inside. Go in and have a look, your father probably misses you a lot too."

Wen Jie's long eyelashes lifted slightly, without saying a word, he opened the wooden box and took out the key from it.

Shen Lang: "..."

This trend is getting more and more confusing.

...

"This is my father's room."

"...What did you bring me here for?"

"He said that if one day I fell in love with you, let me sort out his belongings...and take you with me." Wen Jie's leisurely voice was slightly smiling, "Isn't it ridiculous? I thought at the time that this was Another way of saying he doesn’t want to see me again after he dies.”

"..." Shen Lang was silent for a moment, and rationally did not say anything.If the dog's words were heard by the original owner, it is estimated that he would desperately come back to find him for a fight.

The room was very large, and its furnishings were completely opposite to that of Wen Jie, a thief's room. It was an idyllic style with a sense of high-level coziness.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and rubbed his fingers on the bookcase, thoughtfully, "...No one usually cleans this place?"

"Maybe maybe, maybe he won't let it go. After all, even his own son is not allowed to touch his belongings." Wen Jie's voice was flat.

He slowly opened the windows of the room to ventilate, and went out to ask for a broom and a vacuum cleaner to come in, while Shen Lang wandered aimlessly in the room.

... She always felt that there was something unusual here.

She entered the inner bedroom, turned on the light, and her eyes fell on the lonely bedside lamp, her eyes were slightly deep.

The system suddenly said: [Host, that lamp is a bit weird. 】

Shen Lang walked over suddenly, and with just a light touch of his finger, the light was turned on. ... It's been two years, and the response is still so sensitive, it's really strange.

She turned her gaze slightly, and raised her head to look at the ceiling inexplicably. The chandelier looked abrupt and was emitting a warm light yellow light.

She got up suddenly, left the bedside lamp on, went to the door and turned off the chandelier with a "snap".

...As expected, as she expected, the moment the bedroom was dark, a picture appeared above the bedside lamp.

It was the image of a man—it happened to coincide with Wen Jie's father in her memory.

He was looking at Shen Lang with a smile, to be precise, he was just looking at the person standing in front of him.

Obviously this is a recorded video.

In the picture, Wen Jie's father clasped his palms into fists and coughed lightly a few times, as if he was preparing for the next conversation.

"Wen Jie...Wen Jie!" Shen Lang turned his head and called out.

Wen Jie walked in quickly, "What's the matter? Why didn't you turn on the light?"

But seeing the scene in front of him, he froze in place.

"How is this going?"

Father Wen began to speak, "Is it my son Wen Jie, and my daughter-in-law Shen Lang?"

"Yes..." Wen Jie responded subconsciously, only to realize that it was a pre-recorded video in the next moment.

(End of this chapter)