Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

"Are you the owner of this hotel?"

Cheng Wanzhong asked after getting into the car.

"It's not too stupid." Wen Ru said with a smile and glanced at her, "Buckle your seat belt."

"Oh."

Cheng Wanzhong buckled his seat belt.

Wen Ruo asked as he drove the car out of the parking lot, "Take you back to Linjiang Villa?"

"No." Cheng Wanzhong shook his head, "I want to be with you. I will go wherever you go."

Although the Linjiang villa was large, she was alone except for the nanny and two maids.

Having been in City A for so long, Cheng Wanzhong would have gone crazy if he hadn't been learning to cook.

"So clingy?"

Cheng Wanzhong doesn't say anything, just be clingy.

She just didn't want to go back to Linjiang Villa.

Besides, they were considered a fiancée couple, so it was normal for her to be clingy to him.

Wen Ru twitched the corners of his lips, with a smile on his face.

Half an hour later, the luxury car drove into the bar parking lot.

Cheng Wanzhong followed Wen Ru into the magnificent club in front of him.

The staff at the door bowed to Wen Su with a respectful attitude, "Mr. Wen, please come inside. Master Jiang has just entered the box."

"Yeah." Wen Ru responded and led Cheng Wanzhong upstairs.

The staff member looked at the little girl's back and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

When did Mr. Wen have a girlfriend?

The private room was on the third floor. Cheng Wanzhong's legs felt weak when she reached the second floor. She guessed that Wen Ru wanted to meet someone. It was better not to leave outsiders on such occasions.

So Cheng Wanzhong reached out and tugged at the hem of the man's clothes, muttering in a low voice, "Sir, I'm not going in. I'm playing outside by myself. You can come back to me when you have a good deal."

Hearing the violence, he said nothing.

He led her directly into the private room.

The private room is very large, divided into several spaces by screens.

Wen Ruo asked Cheng Wanzhong to go to a cubicle to play by himself, and he walked towards the innermost screen.

Jiang Muye had been here for a while, and he had vaguely seen that Wen Ruo seemed to be bringing a woman.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jiang Muye asked.

Wen Ruo sat across from him, "No, I'm just a pistachio at home. Why do you want to see me?"

Today it was Jiang Muye who asked Wen Ruo out.

When this topic was brought up, Jiang Muye suddenly became serious.

"Wen Zhu, Jiang Qingqiao came to A City." Jiang Muye collapsed.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

Wen Ruo raised his hand to loosen his tie, leaned on the chair, raised his hand to pick up a glass of wine from the table, his Adam's apple rolled, and he raised his head and took a sip.

"She's looking for you?" Wen Ru asked, with little emotion in his voice, as if he was asking about a business matter.

Jiang Muye nodded, "Well, she said she wanted to see you."

Hearing this, Wen Ru smiled, his smile full of sarcasm.

"What if I see her? Things can never go back."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass.

Jiang Muye frowned, "After all these years, you still can't let go? Brother, it's not worth it to do this because of a woman who cuckolded you."

Five years ago, when he saw Wen Su's decadent appearance, he wished he could rush to Porto and slap Jiang Qingqiao.

What a proud man, lowering himself to the dust for a woman.

Now that five years have passed, Wen Sui has finally come out of his depression, and Jiang Muye never wants to repeat what happened back then.

"I put it down a long time ago." Wen Ru said. He lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes slightly, and exhaled gray-white smoke.

"I just can't figure out why she pretends to love me to death even though she obviously has someone she likes." Wen Ru said.

He really didn't understand, or in other words, he didn't want to believe that the smile on the girl's face when he was with Jiang Qingqiao in the past was fake.

"Brother, don't tell me you can't figure it out. I can't figure it out either." Jiang Muye said, "If she doesn't love you, then this girl's acting skills are too good."

A trace of ridicule flashed across Wen Ru's eyes.

After a while, the waiter came in to deliver the wine.

"Send some fruit to the little girl at the door."

Wen Ruo said as the waiter put the wine down.

"Ok."

Jiang Muye also heard it. As soon as the waiter left, he immediately asked, "What's going on? Why do I feel like you have a daughter?"

Isn't this tone of voice the way elders talk to younger generations?

Jiang Muye wanted to take a look at the compartment at the door, but Wen Ru stopped him, "Don't go. That little girl is quite timid. Don't scare her."

"..." Jiang Muye sat back down, with 1 curiosity in his heart, "Have you really picked up a little girl?"

Wen Ru smiled and said, "It doesn't really count, it's just a bit childish."

Jiang Muye: "..."

Somehow, he felt that there was hope for his brother to be single.

*******

Cheng Wanzhong was at the club all day today because Wen Ru never left.

People come in and out of this private room from time to time.

It seemed that they all came here for Wen Rui. When Cheng Wanzhong was a careful person, she had seen others fawning over her father.

Nowadays, these people also have a flattering attitude towards Wen Zhu.

Cheng Wanzhong felt that Wen Ru was more powerful than her father.

Her father has always liked young talents. If he saw Wen Zhu, he would definitely praise him in her ears for three days and three nights.

Cheng Wanzhong sighed, it would be great if her father was not bankrupt or injured.

I don’t know if her father has completed the operation now and how he is recovering.

In the evening, Cheng Wanzhong left the club with Wen Su. On the way back to Linjiang Villa, Cheng Wanzhong suddenly turned his head and looked at Wen Su.

He didn't speak, and there seemed to be a small flame in his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Wen Ru asked.

Cheng Wanzhong bit his lip and said, "Can you use your mobile phone? I want to call my dad."

Her phone is out of battery.

She thought about this for a day and couldn't wait any longer.

She wanted to talk to her dad right now.

"Yeah." Wen Su took out his cell phone from the central control box and handed it to her.

His phone didn't have a password, so Cheng Wanzhong fiddled with the screen a few times and put the phone to his ear.

After a few busy beeps, the call was answered over there.

"Hello? Who are you?"

It was the voice of her father, Cheng Zhengping.

It appears he made it through the surgery without incident.

Cheng Wanzhong sniffed and resisted the desire to cry.

"Dad, it's me."

"..."

Cheng Zhengping was silent for a few seconds, and then roared suddenly.

"Smelly girl, you still dare to call your father. If I knew in advance that you sold yourself for 50, I would have broken your legs."

"dad……"

"Don't call me dad, you don't want me anymore. Let me ask you, where are you now?"

"In City A."

"A city? Very good, Cheng Wanzhong, you are so good! Are you married to that person? No, has he touched you?"

"Oh, Dad, what are you asking about? I'm very fine."

The key is that Wen Ru is also listening here, which is really embarrassing.

Her dad was too loud.

"Hmph! I don't believe it. Just tell me a place and I'll go in and take you back today. Our family is not poor. I still have a few million, which is enough to redeem you."

"What?" Cheng Wanzhong was shocked, "Dad, why didn't you tell me before?"