How did I marry into a wealthy family during my second marriage?

"Ruan Zhen, you can hide from the first grade of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth grade."

"..." Wen Xuyan meant that he had to go?

I was stunned in place as if struck by lightning.

When Wen Xuyan saw me like this, a smile appeared in his eyes, "I'm referring to me. You follow the original plan and spend the weekend with Grandpa and Mr. Kong."

"Mr. Wen is my boss, I will listen to your arrangements." There was no need to go to Wen's house. The dark clouds above my head disappeared in an instant. After the rain, the sky cleared up, and I was filled with joy.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble because of my personal affairs."

"Mr. Wen said that I don't bother you with my personal affairs." I will always remember Wen Xuyan's help to me. My words made the originally heavy atmosphere lighter, "If returning to the Wen family makes you uncomfortable, you can follow your heart's choice and don't have to wrong yourself for others."

Just now, I was only thinking about my resistance to face Mrs. Wen and forgot about Wen Xuyan's feelings. When Mrs. Wen came into contact with me, she conducted a detailed investigation on me and knew that I had broadcast Jiang Mingchu's affairs online before. She would not do anything to me blatantly.

And even if she wanted to do something to me, she would not choose to do it at the Wen family.

"I haven't been back for a long time, and it's time to go back and have a look."

The frost on Wen Xuyan's face had long since disappeared, and the driver came over to ask him how to deal with midnight snacks.

"There's a trash can over there."

"I'll throw it away right now."

The driver quickly carried the thermos bucket to the trash can, opened the lid and threw the thermos bucket in.

Wen Xuyan may seem unkind, but he never treats the people around him badly. For him to hate Mrs. Wen so much, she must have done something excessive.

"I'll take the dog home."

Wen Xuyan nodded, and I followed him into the yard.

Erwu was afraid of the dark. When Aunt Zhou left after get off work, she would turn on the living room light and light would shine from the living room.

When the dog heard the footsteps, he grunted and scratched at the door as usual, trying to get out of the living room. The door of the living room has been scratched by dogs and has marks.

I seriously educated Gouzi and proposed a repair plan, but Wen Xuyan rejected it with one vote. When he talks about a small matter, there is no need to mobilize an army. Raising a pet is like raising a child, you cannot suppress its nature. Parents who can tolerate their children scribbling at home can also tolerate the behavior of their dogs.

When I talk about children, I think of the baby who died in infancy, and my heart hurts.

I have fantasized about my parent-child time with my baby countless times. After she was born, I accompanied her from babbling to toddlerhood, traveling, painting, and tasting delicious food with her...

All beautiful illusions burst like bubbles the moment they were born.

I tried my best to maintain the surface calm, but the slightly closed hands betrayed my inner feelings.

Wen Xuyan realized that he had touched my scar and was about to apologize to me. I cut him off and said, "Mr. Wen will definitely be a good father in the future," and hurriedly ended the topic about the child.

When the door to the living room opened, the dog came to me aggrievedly, raised his front legs, hugged me, and rubbed his little head on my legs.

Every time I see it acting coquettishly towards me, my heart melts. I squat down and pick it up with a doting look on my face, and rub its forehead.

Compared with Gouzi's liveliness, Erwu has a sense of laziness all over his body.

When it saw us getting up slowly, it slowly came to sit in front of Wen Xuyan and looked up at it.

Seeing Wen Xuyan lower his head, he wagged his tail slightly in response.

Gouzi couldn't see how elegant Erwu was, and suddenly barked, and Erwu instinctively shrank down.

The dog was instantly satisfied, and his big tail was wagging happily.

Dogs follow their owners, and I’m not as mean as a dog!

"Erwu, I'm sorry!" Gouzi, are you polite? !

You have played the same trick so many times and you never get tired of it!

I poked the dog's forehead, scolded it with a cold face, "Don't scare Erwu on purpose in the future!"

Gouzi buried his head in my arms, looking like he knew his mistake, and he would never change his mind!

It was getting late. After I spoke to Wen Xuyan and Erwu, I took the dog and left.

The dog likes Erwu very much. Every time he is separated from it, he will look at it eagerly and make some noises to try to attract Erwu's attention.

Erwu turned his head to the side and never responded to it.

I can only say to Gouzi, "He deserves it!"

When I got home, I was about to wash up and take a rest when my phone rang. It was Joey making a video call to me.

Joey and I didn't talk much about each other. If it weren't for Qiao Bin, I would have blocked her long ago.

I didn't want to ask her to vent her anger before going to bed, which would affect the quality of her sleep, so I didn't answer the call.

After I finished washing, I checked my phone and saw the message she sent me.

-Mrs. Wen invited me to her home on weekends and introduced me to many high-quality interview subjects. She took great care of me.

After I read the message, the black man had a question mark face.

Mrs. Wen invited her to her home as a guest, and she couldn't get along with me. She told me specifically, as if she was showing off to me.

Doesn't she know that Mrs. Wen and Wen Xuyan have a bad relationship? Mrs. Wen invited her to be a guest at home to force Wen Xuyan to go home?

If she bumps into him, Wen Xuyan will be left passive.

I clicked on the dialog box and tapped my phone a few times, wanting to tell her the truth.

When I finished editing the message and clicked Send, I stopped.

Joy is paranoid. She thinks Mrs. Wen treats her well and will not listen to my opinions. If she doesn't have a clue and tells Mrs. Wen about the message I sent her, it will be very difficult for me to get along with Mrs. Wen.

I thought about it again and again, deleted the text message, put my phone on silent, put it on the bedside table, and lay down on the bed.

I don’t know if it’s because of the mention of children, but tonight I dreamed about the night at the Waldorf.

Those doting and affectionate whispers kept lingering in my ears, lingering and pathos, making me blush and heartbeat.

I kept asking him who he was in my dream, but he didn't answer and slowly raised his face buried in my neck.

Just when I was about to see his face, a furry thing rubbed randomly on my face. It was so itchy that I raised my hand to push it aside.

I accidentally poked the dog's eye, and the dog let out a "woof" sound in pain, which scared me so much that I sat up.

I moved too much and scared the dog so much that he ignored the pain and rolled off the bed, falling on his head.

The dog was in pain, lying on the ground and looking at me aggrievedly.

"You deserve it!" I combed my messy hair and bent over to pick it up from the ground. "How many times have I told you that you can't just enter a girl's room without permission."

I always feel that I missed something that night. If the dog hadn't suddenly woken me up, I might have been able to tell who it was that night!