"Did you give her the gift I gave her?" Leng Yan asked Sister Ping calmly.
"According to what the young master said, I have already given it. I also gave the mobile phone number to the young mistress."
"Then did she take it apart and look at it?"
Leng Yan held his breath and asked, fearing that he would miss every word Sister An said.
It makes no sense. How could she not complain at all when he was so humiliated?
"Young lady, you saw it..." Sister Ping remembered that when she was working, she saw Wen Nuan unpacking it from a distance.
"What is her behavior?" Leng Yan was even more confused. After seeing it, why didn't she call him?
"Oh, he didn't seem to show anything. He didn't say whether he liked it or not. He just asked me for the car keys and went out... He seemed quite happy. Maybe it's because he liked the gift from the young master..."
Sister Ping thought for a while, told Leng Yan what she saw, and then asked: "Master, do you have anything to do with the young lady?"
"No." Leng Yan's voice was still calm, but his dark eyes were filled with inexplicable anger.
How could you not be angry, but still be happy!
Damn woman, are the nerves in her body made of wood?
**
Here, returning home is a big deal. You need to prepare a lot of things. Wen Nuan concentrated on buying them in a shopping mall and asked the staff there to help deliver them to the car.
It was still early, and her mouth was a little thirsty. In her mind, she remembered that there was an ice cream shop next to this shopping mall with delicious food. Her lips curled up, and she took the car keys and walked in that direction.
The store is indeed still there, although the sign has been changed and the employees in the store have also changed. But the place is still the same good place, and the taste is still what she likes.
Order five kinds of warm dishes, ask the waiter to line them up on the table, and eat them in small bites, not caring about other people's eyes. Although the weather is warm now, it is still a bit cold to eat so much.
But, she likes it.
When she is in a good mood, she likes to taste the joy while eating.
When she is in a bad mood, she also likes to eat ice cream, euphemistically calling it dessert to relieve stress.
She always wanted to eat to numb herself, fill her mouth with the sweetness of ice cream, and drive out the pain that was suppressing her heart.
When her mother passed away, she ate at least five ice creams a day for nearly a month.
When she went to France, her French was not good enough. When she was tired, bored and homesick, she also ate ice cream.
Fortunately, her body is surprisingly good. She is the kind of person who can eat without getting fat.
What is her mood like today?
She buried her head in eating carefully, and there were tears dripping into the cup. It didn't matter, she continued to eat it. The astringency of the tears was integrated into the ice cream, and the astringency dissipated, and it still tasted sweet.
In fact, it’s not that it doesn’t have astringent taste, I just don’t want to care about it.
Just like this marriage, she was powerless to change anything. She had seen too much how bad that man was in the past two days. There might not be much more in the future, and she didn't want to care.