A tall, elegant man in a black suit politely extended his hand in a "please" gesture
Just like a master, there will be an assistant. When the man spoke politely, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, as if just to show off his cultivation, and he showed a somewhat respectful attitude towards Wen Xihe in front of him.
But in fact, the man's smile only lasted a little bit on his face.
The rest is all the depth that Wen Xihe cannot see through.
The moment Wen Xihe stood there without moving, her calm eyes looked back and forth between the man and the black car not far away, and the original uneasiness in her heart gradually receded.
She told herself that she was worrying too much
If my idea comes true, the woman I talked to on the phone before is really He Mingjue's biological mother.
Shouldn't this be a good thing to be happy about?
Naturally, the man next to "Miss Wen" couldn't tell that Wen Xihe was still thinking in his original tone at the moment, so he thought Wen Xihe had doubts about his identity, and then he explained.
"My lady has informed you before I was sent to pick you up."
Even from the title and tone of the explanation, Wen Xihe could easily tell that the "Madam" mentioned by the man in front of him must be a woman of such noble status.
Without thinking, he said nothing and walked toward the car not far away.
The location is not far away, it is set in a high-end club not far from the Wen family villa, only a few minutes away.
The two of them followed the visitor all the way into the club and finally stopped outside a private room.
From a distance, Wen Xihe saw two tall men standing guard outside the box, both wearing black suits. Inexplicably, the atmosphere and the feeling in front of him made Wen Xihe feel a certain kind of oppression that was too unfamiliar. feel
The two men saw the man in front of Wen Xihe bending down slightly to greet him respectfully. They heard the man order in a very low voice, "The lady has brought the person she wants to see. No one is allowed to disturb her during this period."
The people guarding both sides of the box nodded and then retreated to their seats.
The man then turned back to Wen Xihe and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, reaching out and opening the door.
"Miss Wen and Mrs. Wen are inside."
At this point, Wen Xihe seemed to have no regrets. She pursed her lips and walked through the door.
The heavy door of the box quickly closed behind Wen Xihe with a bang.
In the dim light of the room, Wen Xihe looked up nervously and looked inside.
There is a woman sitting on the high-end sofa with cool colors.
He was in his forties or fifties. He was wearing a black windbreaker and the cool light in the box gave Wen Xihe a cold, oppressive feeling that never allowed anyone to get close to him. [
Wen Xihe could only see the woman's graceful profile if it weren't for Wen Xihe at the front door of the compartment. Even though the years had passed, she could still clearly see the woman's well-nurtured skin.
She tied her hair high on the back of her head to reveal her slender neck
When Wen Xihe entered, the woman was lowering her head and taking a sip of the red wine in the glass.
There was a deathly silence in the room.
Wen Xihe didn't say anything. She just knew that this woman would not give her that chance.
"What are you doing standing so far away?" The woman didn't turn around and put down the wine glass in her hand. Her cool voice followed.
Wen Xihe felt less nervous at this moment because she had firmly believed that the woman in front of her was the mother of He Mingjue that she had been looking for.
Wen Xihe walked forward and stopped in front of the woman in the cold light.
"You are" I'm 100% sure and it's a stranger. Wen Xihe always felt a little abrupt.
Still hesitating how to speak, the woman suddenly stopped Wen Xihe.
"I am." She suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Wen Xihe, who was suddenly stunned, and reiterated again.
"I am the mother of that child, the one you have been looking for."
Wen Xihe naturally thought that the woman admitted so straightforwardly that when she learned the truth, she couldn't react for a while.
That is a very beautiful woman
Time is very affectionate, but it has not left too many traces on her face. That face has cool and beautiful curves that even Wen Xihe can't marvel at.
After a while, when she had seen enough of the person in front of her and determined the answer she wanted to know, Wen Xihe finally exclaimed.
"It's really you." She suddenly jumped for joy because of the sudden truth at this time. After such a long search, when she finally gave up and wanted to give up, she suddenly became confused because of the appearance of the woman in front of her.
"Thank you for being willing to show up."
The woman squinted her eyes slightly and raised her eyes in the light to look at Wen Xihe, who had a little joy in front of her eyes.
She is sizing up Wen Xihe
But the woman's expression was clearly one of scrutiny in Wen Xihe's eyes.
Wen Xihe's joyful heart suddenly calmed down in the sight of the woman [
"Can you meet with Jue?"
Wen Xihe is not a petty-minded woman. She has never seen such a look in the Wen family, or even in shopping malls outside the Wen family and the outside world. Especially He Mingjue's mother. If she dodges, it is her fault.
She let the woman look but forgot what she was thinking
"Auntie, since you are Jue's mother, I believe he will be very happy if he sees you, can you?"
The woman didn't seem to be listening to what Wen Xihe was saying at all. It seemed that she didn't care. After looking at Wen Xihe up and down for a long time, the corners of her mouth curled up.
"Well, he looks pretty good."
Wen Xihe stopped questioning
"But" Wen Xihe, who was in a daze, had just understood that the woman changed the subject, and suddenly there was a bit of coldness in her tone.
"But my son can't be with you."
As soon as the words came out of the woman's mouth, she rushed towards Wen Xihe beside her.
"What?" Wen Xihe continued to ask as if he really thought he was listening.
The woman was a little more patient this time and stood up from the sofa. She walked to Wen Xihe's side and her sharp high heels made an icy sound on the floor.
"You misheard me, I want you to leave my son." She walked slowly next to Wen Xihe, her eyes still stayed on Wen Xihe's face, and Wen Xihe's frown was unclear, so she was obviously more angry than the woman.