Flash marriage does not end well

Song Lin was polite, and led him to a little-known Chinese-style private kitchen nearby, which had both style and taste, and was expensive.When being led by the front desk to the reserved box, Wen Zhihan looked at Song Lin who was a little shorter in front of him, recalled what happened at the auction yesterday, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

He vaguely remembered that before Song Lin went abroad, his undergraduate studies seemed to be related to art appreciation, and he was a blogger on a certain platform with as much attention as a starlet.He is good-looking, has a family endorsement, and sells the character design of a maverick artist, and many people follow this set.Occasionally share some daily routines and photos, and accept invitations from time to time for shooting and flying guests of variety shows. Even after studying abroad for a year, the exposure is maintained well. I heard that I am preparing to open my own gallery recently.

This morning, Special Assistant Qin unintentionally mentioned that Song Lin had been frequenting various art exhibitions recently to brush his face, and that he had deliberately and Wen Zhihan called the price several times yesterday, but only the people present knew about it.But after going back, Song Lin posted a post, mentioning this incident in a half-concealed manner. Netizens with good deeds followed along and found out that the other party involved was Wen Zhihan from Wen's Group in City B, which immediately attracted a lot of attention. .

Realizing that he might be unknowingly being used as a tool to build momentum, Wen Zhihan felt a little more at ease. He has dealt with business for so many years, and when he talked about things related to interests, he was even more cordial.

Song Lin was generous, and the two ordered a lot of expensive dishes.

While waiting for the dishes to be delivered, he took the initiative to chat about a lot of things in England, and said that he specially brought Wen Zhihan a bottle of wine back, planning to send it to his home someday when he is free.

There was a knock on the door of the box, and the waiter stood at the door and greeted softly, then walked in quietly and began to serve the food.

When people went out again, Wen Zhihan picked up the small cup of tea on the table and raised the corner of his mouth a little so as not to be too stiff.

"I only drink this now, it's a waste to give it to me, and I'll trouble you."

"What's the trouble?" Song Lin grinned, "Are you still angry with me about what happened yesterday, Brother Han?"

Wen Zhihan glanced at him, frowned at his overly self-conscious nickname, and then let go after a few seconds: "No, it's just a trivial matter."

Song Lin finished his order, skipped the topic, picked up his chopsticks and introduced the dishes to him.

It's so familiar, he should have done enough homework, and just heard what he said to the people in the store, this box was booked yesterday morning.

Wen Zhihan guessed that he probably had something to ask of himself.

The phone suddenly turned on at this moment, and the news of Special Assistant Qin appeared in the notification bar. He had just picked up a piece of charcoal-grilled lamb and glanced at it.

[Mr. Wen, after Mr. Lin arrived at the hospital, he dragged his friend surnamed Han and scolded you for 10 minutes. ]

Wen Zhihan's expression didn't change, he clicked on the phone's soft keyboard, and asked Special Assistant Qin: [Are you still in the hospital? ]

[Yes, Wen Yang will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, I will stay here to go through some formalities. ]

[Okay, then bring Lin Qian a bottle of water. ]

After waiting for a few seconds, before Special Assistant Qin had the time to reply, Wen Zhihan typed again slowly.

[10 minutes, am I really that nasty? ]

After hesitating, he was sentenced to death.

This sentence lay quietly in the input box. He stared at it for a while, and finally deleted it word by word. He locked the phone screen and put it aside.

Seeing that he finally looked up, Song Lin asked with a smile, "Brother Han, are you so busy with work?"

"Not work."

"Is it a private matter?"

Wen Zhihan responded indifferently, without explaining too much, Song Lin didn't ask any more questions, tapped his finger on the table a few times, and said again: "Brother Han, I heard that you are going to see Sui tomorrow. Mr. Xu Heng, he has a little friendship with me, I just returned to China, and I want to meet him some time, can I take a car tomorrow?"

While asking, he continued to slowly add vegetables to his plate, his tone was loose, and he didn't look at Wen Zhihan much, as if he just mentioned it naturally.

He waited patiently for a while, but the other party did not respond. When he looked up, he realized that the person opposite was staring at a plate of astonishingly golden and round Kung Pao Shrimp Balls on the table.

"Brother Han?"

Wen Zhihan came back to his senses and asked, "What?"

"I asked if I could take a car to meet Sui Heng's Xu Mohai tomorrow." Song Lin repeated, and gave another step, "It's fine if it's inconvenient."

Wen Zhihan looked at him for a while, sat up, and shook his head.

"No inconvenience."

Song Lin raised his eyelids upon hearing this, "Then..."

"It's okay to send you there. It's a handy thing, but I have something to do tomorrow. Since you have friendship with Xu Mohai, I have to trouble you to explain to Xu Mohai. I will make an appointment in two days. I will be the host."

Song Lin was caught off guard, stunned for two seconds, and subconsciously asked, "What's up tomorrow?"

"Yes." Wen Zhihan put down his chopsticks, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, then raised his hand and called the waiter, "Pay the bill."

He looked at Song Lin again: "If you come to see my dad, I should be the one who invited you. You are welcome."

The waiter quickly came over with the bill, swiped the card swiftly, Wen Zhihan took the card back, and glanced at the Kung Pao Shrimp Balls on the table from the corner of his eye.

"Can I pack one of these?"

Song Lin regained his senses and nodded hastily, "Of course."

"Alright, I've arranged for someone to go to the cemetery. Just go there. I'll contact you when I have time. Xu Mohai is in trouble."

Wen Zhihan stood up slowly, and put on his coat smoothly. Seeing that Song Lin was still in a daze, he hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing at himself from the bottom of his heart.

There is nothing to hesitate, and nothing to hide.

"Tomorrow is my son's birthday, and I have to spend it with him."

After saying goodbye to Song Lin, Wen Zhihan took the packaged shrimp balls to the hospital. At the dinner table, he accidentally remembered that Lin Qian loved to eat this kind of sweet food. Not too greasy, I guess there is nothing good to eat near the hospital, so I just sent it to him.

It's a pity that it was past one o'clock when we arrived, Lin Qian and Wen Yang were already taking a nap, the surroundings were quiet, even the sound of footsteps was obvious.Wen Zhihan stood at the door and watched for a while, but still didn't go in, so he went downstairs to find Special Assistant Qin.

Assistant Qin waited for him in the hospital according to his intention more than ten minutes ago. Seeing that he was carrying a food box for packing in his hand, he asked a lot: "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Zhihan looked down and explained, "It's for Lin Qian, he likes this taste."

But since he was asleep, there was no need to wake him up again.

The food would not taste good after it was cold, Wen Zhihan thought about it, went to Wen Yang's attending doctor, and sent the food over.

The attending doctor is a beta male under 40 years old. He just finished his work and had time to have a meal, so he accepted it after a couple of refusals, and told him some precautions for Wen Yang's post-discharge care.

Assistant Qin waited at the door for him to come out, and joked casually: "Boss, there is still a child inside, why do you only remember to pack things for Mr. Lin?"

Wen Zhihan's footsteps walking in front suddenly paused, raised and lowered his hands in a daze, looked sideways at Assistant Qin, and after a long while, he asked unconfidently, "I'm not a good father, am I?"

Qin Tezhu noticed his emotional change and didn't dare to answer.

Wen Zhihan shook his head irritably, a subtle sense of frustration crept into his heart.

He remembered that when Wen Hanlin was still alive, as long as he came home, he would always be reprimanded, "Don't marry him if you didn't like him and had no feelings for him. Now he is taking care of the child, why do you have the face to bother him?"

After his mother Han Jing passed away, his relationship with Wen Hanlin became colder and colder. The more he was told that, the more he entrusted Lin Qian and Wen Yang's affairs to Assistant Qin to take care of them.

He and Lin Qian have been together day and night for at least a year, while Wen Yang, who has seen less than ten times together, has not yet established the habit of thinking about him at any time.

Feeling melancholy, he took a deep breath and called Assistant Qin to stop.

"Is the Lego I bought this morning still in the car?"

Assistant Qin took a step forward, "Yes, it's in the trunk."

"Okay, you drive in the afternoon, let's go to the mall."

"You want to buy something?"

"Yes." Wen Zhihan scratched his hair, "Wen Yang's ninth birthday, I can't just give him a present - I've postponed the meeting with Sui Heng for two days, so I'll stay here for Wen Yang's birthday Bar."

It was rare for Assistant Qin to see such a humane side of Wen Zhihan, so he couldn't help but smile: "Wen Yang will be very happy when the two parents celebrate their birthday together."

"What two parents?" Wen Zhihan curled his lips, "Aren't I an uncle?"

He kept walking.

"But Wen Yang is luckier than me—my parents never celebrated my birthday together."