Flash marriage does not end well

Lin Qian was in trouble standing in front of the display stand in the middle of the store. He took a fancy to two Lego airplanes. One was a white fighter plane with a strange shape. It was huge and luxurious in a lighted stand. It's hard to stop.Looking down, the price is 6999, which makes Lin Qian speechless.

It was almost his previous month's salary.

The other one is relatively affordable, but it looks smaller and cruder in comparison. He is vaguely unwilling to do so. After looking at it a few more times, he finally has to take out his phone, wanting to check his account balance and calm down.

It just so happened that Han Dong's message also popped up.

"Did Wen Zhihan come to celebrate Wen Yang's birthday on the day he was discharged from the hospital?"

"?"

"What is he doing here?"

"I just asked. Yesterday afternoon Wen Yang heard that you went to the art exhibition with him. He pestered me for a long time. He seemed to care about Wen Zhihan."

After Lin Qian finished reading this line, she hung her fingers and did not reply for a long time. She raised her head and glanced quietly at Wen Zhihan who was not far away.Standing in front of the huge showcase, he bowed slightly, looking engrossed. His suit was creased three to five times at the elbows as he moved. Always light.

Lin Qian looked again at the Lego he was standing on. It was a brownish-yellow ancient Roman Colosseum. The details of the accessories were exquisite, but the high-end was high-end, which was a bit too serious.

As if aware of being watched, Wen Zhihan sharply raised his head, met Lin Qian's four eyes for a few seconds, stood still and raised his voice slightly:

"Have you chosen?"

Lin Qian shook her head, picked up the small airplane on the shelf, and headed towards the cashier.

"Correct."

When Wen Zhihan passed by, he glanced at the package in his arms, and then heard him ask behind his back: "Is this the one you've been looking at just now?"

"That one is too expensive and I have no money."

Lin Qian touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue without embarrassment, feeling a subtle annoyance, feeling that Wen Zhihan seemed to be asking the question knowingly, making up his mind as he walked forward, if Wen Zhihan dared to come up later Paying the bill for him, he will grab the other party's pigtails and talk about the disadvantages of material immersion on the physical and mental growth of children.

He paid attention to his back, and really heard the footsteps of the other party following up step by step, but until the bill was settled, Wen Zhihan just stood there leisurely, without making a sound.

It took me a long time to ask: "You seem disappointed?"

Lin Qian took the packing bag handed over by the clerk, put away his expression, and let out a snort.

"Stop choreographing me."

"You buy more or less for Wen Yang. I can't replace it, and I don't want to embarrass you." Wen Zhihan walked to his side, leaving him with a chiseled side face, "I also want to buy Wen Yang's birthday." There should be a present."

"The one you watched just now?" Lin Qian hesitated, "That one is not suitable for eight or nine-year-old children."

Wen Zhihan shook his head upon hearing the words: "No."

After finishing speaking, he called the shopping guide in the store, and after asking in a few words, he unpretentiously ordered the most expensive one in the store.

When paying the bill, Lin Qian seemed to see her salary slip fluttering in front of her eyes, and her mood was turbulent.

Hatred of the rich.

But you can't suffer from words, Lin Qianbing put on a face and said angrily: "What are you doing, of course I raise children who are rich and can't be lewd."

Wen Zhihan shrugged slightly, and replied casually: "Really, then I am not as good as you, I can only raise rich and noble children."

Lin Qian didn't expect him to be so righteous, and choked, clenched his fingers behind the back of the bag, and said again after a few seconds, "You're so vulgar."

The shopping guide at the side was busy making orders, and Wen Zhihan took out the card in his wallet ahead of time, ready to pay the bill. He didn't seem to care much about Lin Qian's bad words about him, and turned the card nimbly and casually with his slender fingers.

"Lin Qian."

"what."

Wen Zhihan slowly stopped playing with the card, turned his face to glance at him, then turned back, his eyes fell on the ground in front of him.

"Material is the basis of everything. Profit and wealth management are two concepts. Hey, Pete? After studying. When you study art, you have too many romantic ideas in your mind, and you are very naive when you encounter practical problems. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, he also felt that it might be a bit inappropriate, afraid that Lin Qian would be angry, but Lin Qian was not as confrontational as before. He was quiet for a long time, even omitting to breathe, and it took a long time to show a stubborn and distant expression. : "You are so kind, I am not naive, I am just stupid and easy to deceive."

After the shopping guide opened the order, he noticed the tense atmosphere between the two of them, carefully placed the goods on the checkout counter, and pushed them forward.

"Sir, all right."

"Thank you."

Wen Zhihan took the bag, looked at Lin Qian again, slightly helpless: "That's not what I meant."

"I know, you love to say specious things." Lin Qian was annoyed, a small white tooth mark was bitten on her lower lip, "But I always speak straight, that's what I mean."

After leaving this sentence, he buried his head and walked out, his pace was fast, and he seemed to be fleeing.Wen Zhihan frowned slightly, followed quickly, and caught up with him when he was almost out of the store, straddled his eyes with one step, and blocked his way with a bit of strength.

"Lin Qian—"

The two of them were panting slightly due to their sprinting and their emotions, and they exhaled small puffs of hot air alternately at the door where the cool breeze was blowing.

Lin Qian looked at Wen Zhihan, and moved his lips twice, but he still didn't want to make it too stiff, so he could only swallow all the words in his stomach, avoiding the topic just now.

He turned his head away, then remembered Han Dong's instructions just now.

"Wen Yang will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. By the way, it's his birthday. Are you free to come and have a look?"

"Tomorrow?"

Wen Zhihan vaguely felt that the date was a bit different from what he remembered, but he glanced at Lin Qian's eyes, didn't ask any more questions, and recalled his itinerary for the past two days. It was also to receive other relatives who did not have time to come to the funeral that day, and they had always rested and worked in the hotel that Qin Tezhu had booked.The hotel is not far from the hospital, so it's very convenient to go and have a look.

Unfortunately, he has a project that he has followed for nearly half a year, and he needs to go to a neighboring city for an interview tomorrow. He leaves early in the morning, and Wen Yang has probably been discharged from the hospital when he returns.

He was thinking about the possibility of postponing the interview, but Lin Qian in front of him had already determined the answer from his silence, and pinched his brows twice wearily.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have expected it."

On the way back, Lin Qianwo fell asleep in the back seat of the car, and never spoke a word to Wen Zhihan.When they arrived at the hotel first, Wen Zhihan raised his hand and looked at his watch. It happened to be lunch time, and he considered whether to ask Lin Qian to go down with him to have a meal nearby.

Lin Qian was still a little dazed after being woken up. She blinked her eyelashes a few times before barely waking up. She just refused: "No, I'm not hungry, just take me to the hospital."

Assistant Qin looked back at the boss silently, saw him sigh inaudibly, and waved his hand again, so he nodded, opened the car door, and let Wen Zhihan get out of the car.

When the rear of the car whizzed by in front of his eyes, Wen Zhihan stood on the steps in front of the hotel, restraining his slight displeasure. He rarely felt this kind of feeling of a hot face on a cold butt.

Turning around, he found someone was waiting for him.

Song Lin came to the hotel to look for Wen Zhihan at around nine o'clock in the morning. He was not there, so he waited in the lobby, and when he was bored, he came out to smoke a cigarette, and happened to bump into him.

The cigarette held between Song Lin's fingers was long and thin, beautiful peacock blue, and it was only half lit. The tangled shreds of tobacco gave him a literary and lazy taste.

He came to worship Wen Hanlin.

A few days ago, time was too tight and I couldn't spare time.

"How about going to have a meal first, I invite you."

Song Lin stubbed out the cigarette, walked a little closer, and smiled vividly at him.