remarry [rebirth]

Wen Jiu followed He Lanshu out of the restaurant door expressionlessly, her mouth kept moving slightly, she didn't dare to make a sound, and kept thinking in her heart.

In fact, it's okay to eat spicy food, but it's not convenient for him to go to the toilet... He Lanshu would probably be very hot too.

Wen Jiu was giggling at the mirror at the door, not noticing that He Lanshu stopped suddenly, and bumped into his back with an unsteady movement.

This scene... always seems familiar.

Wen Jiu covered her nose, looked at He Lanshu who turned her head condescendingly, and smiled for no reason.

It seems that not long after he woke up, when He Lanshu was having dinner in Xicheng, he would always ignore the road and bump into him accidentally.

"By the way." He Lanshu put one hand in his pocket, took Wen Jiu's hand and opened the door a little, and said casually, "An important customer will come to City B in the next two days. It has something to do with business, and Yan Fei is busy with his time, so when you go to school, let Yan Lang know."

Wen Jiu listened with a confused face, and saw He Lanshu paused and said, "You also want to attend with me."

"Oh." Wen Jiu nodded in response, "I will tell Yan Lang when I go to school tomorrow, do I need to prepare formal clothes?"

He Lanshu had already seen Wang Dachun, and asked him to drive the car to the intersection, took Wen Jiu there, and said as he walked, "No need."

When he said this, he didn't know if Wen Jiu was overthinking it, but he always felt...something seemed wrong.

However, there are actually only a few styles of formal clothes that have been turned over and over again, and they are not going to walk on the red carpet, so it should not be said to be too exaggerated.

The very conscientious Wen Jiu had a full stomach, and after basking in the sun for a while, he immediately forgot about the crayfish just now. When he planned to go back, he asked Wang Dachun to take him to the side of the road to buy a pack of duck necks. The family gnawed slowly.

However, He Lanshu obviously thought farther than him, and after specifically instructing Wang Dachun to drive all the way home, he leaned beside Wen Jiu and said, "Uncle Fu has prepared soup for health at home."

Wen Jiu became furious, and the car drove out of an intersection, and when He Lanshu could no longer be seen in the rear mirror, he took out his phone, found the note, and sent a line of Mashu's name: You are amazing!

Shi Mashu: Well, I know.

Wen Jiu: "..." What else could he say.

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Wen Jiu seldom attended public places with He Lanshu, so it was inevitable that he would feel a little uncomfortable.

His social circle is not that big, and He Lanshu, who is the protagonist, has not come yet. There are many people in groups in twos and threes at the banquet. Some Wen Jiu is more familiar, and most of them are from newspapers that often appear in the entertainment section. Above, or in the financial newspapers, there are also some new faces, who should be regarded as rising stars, but these 'rising stars' are also a bit older.

Wen Jiu casually took a glass of fruit wine from the plate held by the circling waiter, walked to the corner and began to compensate her stomach.

The party started at eight o'clock in the evening, and Yan Lang was still in Mr. Gong's living room. This time, the business reception was not as serious as Wen Jiu imagined. It is some well-known media in the regular financial sector, and they will not choose to use some scandals in the entertainment circle to gain attention, and they will go through another round of screening before broadcasting.

But although the newspaper is more serious, the bosses who can be Wen Jiu's father at these ages are not so well-behaved.

There are quite a few newcomers in the entertainment industry, and boys are better off. Many female models are wearing revealing clothes, some with slits reaching to the navel, and some showing their backs to the coccyx.

Wen Jiu touched his nose, and subconsciously gathered his suit jacket. The heated atmosphere in the hall seemed to have nothing to do with him, and the dining table was the most deserted place.

When Wen Jiu had already eaten the seventh cherry tomato, Yan Lang came over dressed in fancy clothes. There were not many people who knew Wen Jiu, but there were many who knew Yan Lang.

He had gained a lot of attention along the way, and Wen Jiu had a very awkward and 'alienated' smile on his face, and he almost had "I don't know him" on his forehead.

However, Yan Lang still broke through the siege and sat next to Wen Jiu. The brothers put their hands on Wen Jiu's shoulders, and said with a smile, "It's been too long since I've been to a reception, so I'm a little rusty."

As Yan Lang said, he took away the polished cherry tomatoes from Wen Jiu's hand, and ate them.

Wen Jiu looked at her fingers expressionlessly, picked up a tissue and wiped them aside, completely ignoring the boss and various accompanying guests who were surrounded by people with very 'clear' smiles on their faces, and walked towards VIP area.

Although it was a business reception, it was divided into many areas.Each of them does not delay in their respective fields. Once they cross the border, the road ahead may be a lot more difficult, so it seems to appear in dog-blooded dramas, such as "the boss was beaten for molesting a famous son after being drunk" and other plots. Obviously not.

But this kind of thing won't happen, but it doesn't mean that some people can control their eyes.

Yan Lang followed Wen Jiu to the VIP area step by step like a pug. He didn't have Wen Jiu's 'family rules', so he was holding a glass of pure red wine with a very strong aroma and a better color.

Wen Jiu glanced at it, and took another sip of her fruit wine. Apart from being a bit like fruit juice, it still tastes good.

"Don't you know what the theme of today's reception is?" Yan Lang tilted his head up and downed a glass very bored, Wen Jiu was very unhappy when he drank like a cow, and said gloomily, "I don't know."

Yan Lang nodded himself: "It's normal if you don't know."

Wen Jiu shrugged, yawned, dragged the tray towards her a little bit, and said not very interested, "I heard that he is a very important customer, and has a relatively close relationship with your family. You don't even know, I I don’t know even more.”

At least Yan Lang has been involved in the family business. Although his father did not intend to train him as a successor, he would often take him to various events. to a lot of communication skills.

After all, Yan Lang was young at that time, no matter what he said, he could be said to be a child, and he would not really blame him.

Over time, Yan Lang is also very clear about what to say and what not to say.

While talking, an old man with a very outstanding imposing manner came to the door.

Probably because of the seriousness all the year round, the old man's eyebrows were always subconsciously frowned, and the corners of his lips were pulled down a little. Wen Jiu glanced at it, then stood up, "My grandfather is here, I'll go."

Of course Yan Lang saw it too, and went with Wen Jiu, "I haven't seen Grandpa Jiang for a long time, I'll go with you."

As soon as Jiang Cong came in, the voice of the conversation inside instantly quieted down, and then it was quiet for a while, and then began to chat more enthusiastically, occasionally mixed with some hearty laughter.

Wen Jiu couldn't hold back a smile when she walked over, and bumped Yan Lang's arm, "Hey, do you think it looks like when we used to study by ourselves, the head teacher was peeking at the door and we found it?"

Yan Lang touched his nose and coughed dryly, "It's true."

There are always many "spiritual legends" in the campus. One of them is that when the whole class is chatting in full swing, it will suddenly quiet down at a certain moment, and it is so quiet that even the sound of breathing is silent. can hear.

Wen Jiu strode to Jiang Cong's side and called out, "Grandpa, uncle."

Jiang Cong was very happy to see his grandson here, and he immediately smiled, not looking so unapproachable at all, his eyes were almost crooked, "Your sister is at home with your aunt, How did you come here?"

Jiang Cong's positioning of Wen Jiu was fixed on "children" a long time ago, and in his opinion, no matter how serious the business is, it is the world of adults in his eyes, so the people who are with Wen Jiu Sometimes, they never said anything about it, most of them were just teasing Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu smiled, held Jiang Cong's arm, and said as he walked, "Ah Shu asked me to come here together, but I don't know what he wants to do."

It just so happened that Jiang Cong came. People like him who can directly contact the 'center' can naturally find out a lot more things. Yan Lang leaned over to him and smiled shyly, "Grandpa Jiang !"

"Hi." Jiang Cong smiled with squinted eyes. Jiang Jintang couldn't help laughing, and handed the reading glasses to Jiang Cong from his pocket, "Little devil."

Although Jiang Cong is in good health, his eyesight is not very good, and the older he gets, the more eccentric his temper becomes. He has long since cultivated a state of 'no self'. In the audience, he can only see the people he wants to see.

Yan Lang had already learned Jiang Cong's ability to 'open his eyes and blind'. He and Jiang Cong obviously had a very good relationship, so he nodded with a smile, "It's me, do you know what's going on this time?"

If it's not important, He Lanshu doesn't have to ask Wen Jiu to come here to inform him.

But if it's important, why didn't He Lanshu let Su Qin contact him?

Yan Lang knows a little about the things between Su Qin and Yan Fei, but after all, Yan Fei will not be unclear about the relationship when doing business.

Jiang Cong also frowned when he heard the words, "I don't know too much, but there is probably a more important person who wants to come here in person. If you really want to say who it is, that brat from the Helan family has kept the news tightly. No one knows."

When talking about "that brat of the Helan family", Jiang Cong looked angry, but he seemed a little guilty, so he didn't say anything more.

Wen Jiu stuck out her tongue, probably Jiang Cong also knew about Sun Jian. When he went to Jiang's house later, Jiang Cong not only didn't even mention him, but always gave him pocket money and snacks.