Never leave the city that never sleeps

After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhenxi sat calmly in the bedroom, her mind was in chaos.

The development of the matter has far exceeded her expectations, but at this moment, she can't cheer up.

I couldn't help but took out my mobile phone and stared at the column of writer Jin on the screen. After a long time, a long sigh came from the room.

Writer Jin, what are you...

Unable to explain why, Wen Zhenxi suddenly felt a faint anger, she wanted to force herself not to think about things related to Writer Kim,

However, the scene with Writer Jin appeared in his mind.

From the inexplicable provocation at the beginning, it aroused my desire to win; later, I actually started to eat together, play games together, and get in the rain together...

The feeling of being with Writer Jin is always very strange, there seems to be an indescribable awkwardness, but joy.

However, what was writer Jin thinking about, why did she keep moving away and approaching again?

As for the dispute between Han Yaomin and Li Shizhen, when did it start?

Was the reason why Writer Jin hacked his computer last time to obtain information?Are you testing me?

Thinking of this, Wen Zhenxi couldn't help but stood up angrily, planning to leave for S Gallery immediately.She is going to find Li Shizhen to find out the current chaotic situation.

Also...hasn't seen someone all day.

Speaking of it, I miss it a little.

Just as Wen Zhenxi walked to the living room, he met Han Yaomin who was still sitting there drinking.Wen Zhenxi didn't even look at Han Yaomin, but was stopped by him.

"Wen Zhenxi, it's so late, where are you going?"

"It's none of your business."

"Really? Don't you want to go to Li Shizhen and report on your husband to a strange woman?"

Han Yaomin questioned loudly, and staggered towards Wen Zhenxi. The originally elegant and gentle face had become a little distorted at the moment.

"Han Yaomin, you are so pitiful." Wen Zhenxi responded coldly, unwilling to say anything more.

"I'm pitiful? Did I hear you right? You're saying I'm pitiful?!" Han Yaomin frowned in disbelief, then laughed exaggeratedly

A few times, and continued to sneer.

"Wen Zhenxi, don't think I don't know. You go to the college reunion every year just to find the school girl who hasn't spoken at all! Tell me, if this year when your Wen family reunion, I will give this What will the public, your own brother, and your family think of you, Miss Wen?"

Wen Zhenxi glanced indifferently in Han Yaomin's direction, and anger rose in her heart.

"Han Yaomin, are you secretly investigating me?"

"Otherwise? You are the one who knows my secret. Although we have been married for many years, I, Han Yaomin, don't trust anyone. Whether it's you or my useless brother."

Wen Zhenxi didn't speak, but looked at Han Yaomin very calmly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

The previous Han Yaomin was not like this.

I remember when I first met Han Yaomin on a blind date, he always sat quietly in the crowd with a gentle smile.it is he tall

The elegant image made Wen Zhenxi not choose to leave early that day.

There are people in Wen Zhenxi's heart who he can't let go of, and the same is true for Han Yaomin.

So the two tacitly chose a contract marriage. Under the premise of not interfering with each other, they are responsible for cooperating with each other on special occasions and acting as a pair of tacit lovers.

Everything went smoothly, until Wen Zhenxi gradually realized that the person Han Yaomin couldn't let go of was his sister-in-law, Han Jae-wook's wife—Jang So-young.

She didn't know what happened between Han Yaomin and Zhang Suying, but what surprised Wen Zhenxi was that Han Jae-wook seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, but he kept turning a blind eye.

It is probably because Han Jae-wook loves his younger brother too much, which caused Han Yaomin to want to get everything from Han Jae-wook almost pervertedly.

Later, after his parents died for some reason, there were fewer and fewer occasions where he and Han Yaomin had to act together, and Moon Jung Hee gradually alienated Han Yaomin.

Only when the family gathers at the end of the year will the two of them act like a loving couple in front of people.

And Han Yaomin's desire seemed to get out of control from a certain moment.

Just like now, he seems to have become a completely different person, standing arrogantly in front of Wen Zhenxi, his eyes are slightly narrowed because of drunkenness, and there is a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Wen Zhenxi, do you know that I hate your appearance the most? Do you think silence is noble? Ah? Do you think you can get what you want by being silent?"

"Wen Zhenxi, you never fought for your own happiness, so you couldn't get that junior girl, so you married someone who didn't love you at all... What a disappointment, until now, you just Will be silent!"

Wen Zhenxi's eyes moved slightly, and she sneered softly.

"Han Yaomin, if laughing at others like this can cover up your inner inferiority complex and panic, then just laugh at it, I don't have time to accompany you."

"Shut up!" Han Yaomin suddenly raised the wine glass in his hand and slammed it down on the floor.

"Wen Zhenxi! Don't even think about going anywhere today. After I complete this plan, I can live the life I want, and no one can stop me!"

Wen Zhenxi sneered, then fell silent, wanting to leave this out-of-control scene as soon as possible.

Han Yaomin, on the other hand, stood in front of him tensely, staring at Wen Zhenxi arrogantly.

"Wen Zhenxi, you'd better..."

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The doorbell rang suddenly, followed by a loud knock on the door, abruptly interrupting Han Yaomin's words, and waking up the drunken man like a dream.

Han Yaomin straightened his collar and hairstyle quickly, then walked towards the gate with his head held high.

This is his principle of survival, no matter when and where, he will never show his embarrassment to anyone.

Wen Zhenxi has to admit that this is also Han Yaomin's strength behind the false mask.

"Everyone is here, so I'll come in."

The familiar voice suddenly came, which surprised Wen Zhenxi who was in deep thought.

I saw Writer Jin walking slowly, and after seeing the glass shards on the ground, he deliberately laughed loudly while showing an undisguised disgust.

"Oh, it seems that I came at just the right time!"

For some reason, seeing Writer Jin's exaggerated appearance, Wen Zhenxi suddenly wanted to laugh, and the corners of his mouth began to turn up unconsciously.

Han Yaomin looked at the scene in front of him meaningfully, his brain had completely regained his sobriety, and the drunkenness and anger just now seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"By the way, did I forget to introduce myself?"

Writer Jin turned around suddenly, stared straight into Han Yaomin's eyes, and then smiled softly.

"I believe you have already investigated. I am Writer Kim, the senior assistant next to Xu Yijing. Unlike you, I am just a dog who was used by Jiang Zaixian. Very good, now you know my name, but you'd better not Say hello to me because I don't make friends with average-looking men."

Writer Jin spoke methodically, then turned to look at Moon Jung Hee who was standing not far away.

"Today, I'm here to take her away."

Wen Zhenxi stood there quietly, looking at the Shangjin writer's eyes, her heart was filled with unspeakable feelings.

It's as if the sunshine in April is just right, and you walk towards me, just stepping on my heart.

After a brief hesitation, Han Yaomin gave Writer Kim a very gracious smile in response, and then spoke coldly.

"Writer Jin, even if you break into a private house, do you still want to take away other people's wives? This is a bit unreasonable."

"Which eye of yours saw me breaking into a private house? I just knocked on the door, and you opened the door to invite me in yourself, and you actually said that I broke into a private house? Are you sick?"

"Also, Wen Zhenxi is free, she is willing to come with me, it has nothing to do with whether she is your wife or not."

Writer Kim said with a smile, and then went straight to hold Wen Zhenxi's arm.

Han Yaomin wanted to stop it, but he heard Writer Jin curse violently.

"Axi, how can this man be a mother-in-law!"

Swallowing back the words without saying anything, Han Yaomin watched with a smile as Writer Jin took Wen Zhenxi away, and after noticing Wen Zhenxi's slightly red face, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Zhenxi, do you like this woman?

This game is getting more and more interesting...

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In the dark night, Writer Kim was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, looking intently at Wen Zhenxi, who had been silent from the beginning, his eyes flickering on and off.

"Wen Zhenxi, don't you have anything to say?"

Wen Zhenxi looked at Writer Jin quietly for a long time, then silently looked away.

A deathly silence spread in the small space.

The expression on Writer Jin's face changed again and again, a desperate smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if mocking himself.

"...Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

"You don't want to ask me, is it because of Han Yaomin and Li Shizhen that you approached me? You don't want to know what happened

? ”

"But you clearly have doubts in your eyes, why don't you ask me? Or, you don't have to care about things that have nothing to do with the Wuzhen Group?"

"Wen Zhenxi, don't you have anything, anything you want to say to me?"

The pleading and despair in Writer Jin's voice echoed in Wen Zhenxi's ears. She really didn't know how to speak, so she had to keep silent.

Safe silence.

"It seems that I was wrong..." Writer Jin murmured softly, then opened the car door with a sad face, and got out of the car without looking back.

Wen Zhenxi was taken aback, and if she wanted to keep her, she would be swallowed up in the boundless night.

An hour ago, if it wasn't for Li Shizhen's phone call, the writer Jin at this moment would have already been on the flight to Japan.

After learning that Wen Zhenxi had noticed something, Writer Kim began to worry that Han Yaomin would be unfavorable to Wen Zhenxi, so he almost drove all the way to the

Wen Zhenxi's house, and then began to knock on the door anxiously.

Now that Wen Zhenxi has left home, she can finally relax.

But then what?

She doesn't care about herself at all, otherwise why would she refuse to say a word, otherwise...

After all, he should leave silently.

"Golden Writer!"

Wen Zhenxi's voice came suddenly, and Writer Jin turned his head in surprise, and saw Wen Zhenxi trotting all the way chasing after him.

"Shall we go to the gallery together?"

Wen Zhenxi stopped less than three meters away from Writer Jin, panting slightly, and asked in an uneasy and reserved voice.

Writer Jin was stunned.

After a moment of silence, Writer Kim turned around naturally and started walking in the direction of Gallery S.

Wen Zhenxi quietly followed behind, like a silent understanding.

In the empty street, the sound of overlapping footsteps can be heard.

Writer Kim’s, Moon Jung Hee’s.

I don't know how long it took, Writer Jin suddenly stopped, turned around and looked into Wen Zhenxi's eyes, and said helplessly,

"Wen Zhenxi, why do you think we must do this?"

"Ok?"

"Early tomorrow morning, we have to walk over in the same way, and then drive back."

Seeing the angry and funny look on Writer Jin's face, Wen Zhenxi walked a few steps forward silently and stood beside Writer Jin.

"Actually, we can do it in another way."

Wen Zhenxi said, and at the same time calmly took Writer Jin's arm, but looked at the sky.

Writer Kim didn't speak, and didn't break free.

The boundless night wind roared unscrupulously in the empty city, as if it wanted to break through all barriers and heart walls.

The pale yellow street lamps reflected two overlapping shadows.

Wen Zhenxi's, Kim Writer's.