Chapter 3 He Is
Wen Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but clenched her fingertips, and then she continued to eat as if she hadn't heard of it.
But I used to think I had a good appetite, but now I can't help but lose my interest when I look at the delicious food, and the taste is like chewing wax.
It was really annoying, and it would ruin her appetite.
"Mom, are you saying true?" Wen Yumian showed surprise on his face, and she was shy as if she belonged to her little daughter's house.
Jiang Shuliu smiled and bent her eyes: "Of course, my mother has already made an agreement with Huaixu's aunt, and she will be in the Beiguan."
Wen Yao paused.
"Is it actually in Beiguan?" Wen Yumian became even more excited after hearing this, and a smile on her face could not be concealed.
Wen Xuemin also showed a satisfied look.
Although the Beiguan only has two words, it is a symbol of power and wealth.
Restaurants worth spending a lot of money have always been open to the upper reaches, and they are all well-known people from all walks of life, making it extremely difficult to make an appointment.
Some time ago, Wen Xuemin's birthday was about to go to the private room in Beiguan, but he was told that the appointment was full and even scheduled until mid-next month.
Now, just for a meal, I didn’t expect that the Yan family would arrange it in the Beiguan.
It is conceivable that the Yan family attaches importance to Wen Yumian.
"Bang!"
Wen Yao lost her patience and threw her chopsticks and stood up.
Her sudden attack made the three people who were happy opposite him stunned at the same time.
Wen Xuemin Chen scolded: "What are you doing? Are there any rules?"
Wen Yao tilted the seat, and said without expression: "I don't have the appetite, I won't eat it."
Wen Xuemin was so angry that his chest was fluctuating violently, and his heart and eyes were full of disappointment with her daughter.
Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian looked at each other, hurriedly leaned over, comforted him softly and softly, and took some words from the Yan family, which calmed Wen Xuemin's anger.
Wen Yao pursed her lips tightly, tried her best to restrain her anger, straightened her waist, hurriedly returned to her room, and suddenly fell on the door, locking it up neatly.
She suddenly felt relieved and bent down, unable to help but lean against the door panel and slide down, hugging herself with her hands, exerting extra force.
Her head was against her knees and her breathing was heavy.
I began to wonder if I was doing this, but everything had already happened and I had reached this point-
Wen Yao suddenly stood up, walked to the dressing table in three steps, opened the drawer, took out the black mini recorder from it, and gradually clenched it tightly.
The power was so strong that her fingertips turned white.
Here, everything that happened to be crazy last night was recorded, which she placed while Yan Sui went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As a handle she can take.
"Dongdong!"
The door was knocked.
Wen Yaohan looked a little bit, put away the things again, and then walked towards the door.
Wen Yumian's proud voice sounded from outside: "Sister, it's me."
Wen Yao opened the door.
Wen Yumian was leaning against the door and eavesdropping on the movement. She didn't want to open suddenly, but she staggered in an instant.
Wen Yao didn't plan to help her, and she hid quickly and hid next to her.
Wen Yumian stood up with quick eyes and hands, and lifted her hair. She showed some anger on Wen Yao's face when she saw that she was desperate. "Sister has already made her father angry, so it's better to be more at ease now."
"You have something to do?" Wen Yao stood lazily next to her, her tone was indifferent.
Wen Yumian then raised the corners of her lips, raised her chin and said, "Of course there is, Dad said, go to the Beiguan tonight for dinner, sister, you must go too."
Wen Yao stared at her with a smile: "Is that true?"
"certainly."
However, the next second she said made Wen Yumian's face change: "Aren't you afraid that Yan Sui will fall in love with me and not like you, can't you afford to lose this face?"
Wen Yumian froze her face and gritted her teeth: "Sister is too confident. I really think she is a fairy who descends to earth. Will anyone like you?"
Wen Yao stated to her a fact: "It has always been like this."
Hearing this, Wen Yumian's nose almost became crooked.
Indeed, Wen Yao is only one year older than Wen Yumian. From childhood to adulthood, it seems that all the halos are on Wen Yao. Anyone who has a good impression of Wen Yumian will eventually turn against him and become Wen Yao's subordinates.
The most hateful thing is that Wen Yao always uses this matter from time to time to stimulate her. This situation was not better until after she went abroad. Who knew that Wen Yao had been abroad for only two years and was back.
Since Wen Yumian became an adult, Jiang Shuliu has secretly seen many wealthy families of aristocratic families, and finally ordered the Yan family.
When Wen Yao finally made some progress, she suddenly returned to China. Although under her instigation, with Jiang Shuliu's pillow, Wen Yao was forced to have a partner to meet her, but she had not yet reached the point of real engagement.
Now that she heard her say this again, how could Wen Yumian feel unhappy? She was very satisfied with Yan Sui and would never let Wen Yao, the scheming bitch, scheming, scheming!
After calming down his mentality, Wen Yumian nodded arrogantly and said, "Sister may be disappointed. Asu is not that kind of superficial person."
Afraid that her character will not change, Wen Yumian added a heavy medicine: "If Aunt Guan knew about it, she knew that her sister was the kind of person who liked to seduce men and was keen to be a mistress, she would probably not be able to live in peace. I don't know if she would regret losing her life in order to give birth to you, my sister."
Guan Jiarong, Wen Yao's mother, Wen Xuemin's original wife, died on the day she was born and suffered heavy bleeding after childbirth.
Wen Yao tilted her head slightly and stared at her hands. The bright red manicure looked a little scary.
She raised her hand.
Wen Yumian stared at her vigilantly and involuntarily took two steps back: "What are you doing? Do you want to hit someone?"
"Press you?" Wen Yao chuckled and shook her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and clenched her fists in vain. The manicure was broken by force and made a muffled sound. Then she brushed her fingertips and swept the broken manicure out of her hand, "I'm afraid I'll get my hands dirty."
Wen Yumian's face was twisted in an instant.
I have to admit that Wen Yao really wanted to beat Wen Yumian because she was beating her. Since she couldn't speak and was uneducated, she didn't mind teaching her in person.
But she has already been in the first day of the New Year, and she is not afraid of being in the fifteenth day of the year, but she is afraid of being alerted to the enemy.
People like to have beautiful dreams. The more they look forward to, the more they are, the more they are afraid of disappointment. Wen Yao plans to break her dream with her own hands and let her experience the dangers of this world. This is from Wen Yumian's step-sister, her friendly gift from Wen Yao.
Do you think she is bad and despicable? Then she will be even worse.
Do you think Yan Sui is perfect and excellent, then she dragged him off the altar hard, no different from other ordinary men, and would be tempted by beauty and unable to extricate herself.
She used her as bait and was foolproof.
"My sister is not young anymore, but I have to know that disaster comes from my mouth. Sister, I have a bad temper. If one day I slap it—" Wen Yao suddenly stretched out her hand in the middle of her speech, and Wen Yumian was shocked.
Then she smiled and said, "Phone, just throw it on my sister's face, don't scream the pain."
Wen Yumian gritted his teeth and cursed: "Crazy!"
After saying that, he ran away, as if there were a flood of beasts chasing behind him.
After she left, the smile on Wen Yao's face fell and became gloomy.
Chapter completed!