Warmth really wants to laugh, want to sneer loudly.
What kind of love brother is he? A couple is about to divorce. The man cheats on her, but in front of outsiders, he is said to be her love brother.
Tan Qing felt that all the blood in her body was rushing to the top of her head, and her brain response had never been so slow. After two full minutes, he seemed to have digested Leng Yan's words and looked at Nuan Nuan: "Nuan Nuan, is what he said true?
Is he your husband?"
Wen Nuan nodded slowly, his watery eyes filled with pain and apology: "I'm sorry, Tan Qing, I never told you my married status."
Now that the matter has come to a point, I can no longer hide it. It would be better if I confess it to Tan Qing and make him give up completely.
Tan Qing smiled bitterly and shook her head: "He is the man who has been in love for three years? But Nuannuan, you are not happy, are you?"
Her first love is her husband, which is a happy thing. Why can't he see happiness from her warm face? What he sees is her pain.
"Tan Qing, I..."
Just when Wen Nuan was about to explain, the strength on his waist increased. Leng Yan glanced at Tan Qing lightly, held Wen Nuan's wrist and pulled her towards the car, warning Tan Qing without looking back: "Young Master Tan, is she happy or not?
Nothing to do with you!"
Warmth is his wife, no other man needs to care!
Especially those with ulterior motives like Tan Qing!
"Leng Yan, let me go!" After being forced in, she looked at Leng Yan evilly and yelled angrily.
"Let you go?" Leng Yan sneered: "And let you go find Tan Qing? Nuan Nuan, you know clearly who is your husband!"
With that said, he went around and got into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and the car sped off.
Nuan Nuan struggled at first, but the car was locked and she couldn't get out. In the end, she simply fell silent, pursed her lips, and stopped saying a word.
When the car drove into the villa and the lock was opened, she pushed the door open and went in. While he was parking the car, she asked Sister Ping for the key, went upstairs and locked the guest room.
With the key in her hand, Leng Yan would not come in unless he broke the door lock.
Lying down on the bed, the emotions she had held back all the way finally came out. Tears flowed out, and she clutched the quilt tightly.
He said that he was her husband, so he couldn't have too much contact with Tan Qing. What about him? Why didn't he think about it, she was his wife? How could he go to Ji Wei when he was still involved with her?
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I hate myself for being so soft-hearted, I hate that I can’t leave without hesitation now!
I hate myself even more for still loving him!
"Where is she?" Leng Yan came in and asked while unbuttoning his shirt, with a tired look on his face.
"Young lady went upstairs...went to the guest room...and locked it..." Sister Ping and Xiaomi looked at each other, feeling uneasy and their voices could not help but become a little quieter.
The young lady and the young master both seemed to be in extremely bad moods. Could it be that they had a quarrel?
In the past few days, the relationship between the two of them has been in a state of tension, and they have been worried.
Leng Yan's face suddenly sank, and he spread his hands in front of Sister Ping: "Sister Ping, give me the key."
"The key..." Sister Ping became even more nervous: "The key... the young lady took it away in advance."
Just now she was wondering why she had to take the key, but now she finally understood that the young mistress was afraid that the young master would use the key to unlock the door.
"SHIT!" Looking at the door of the guest room where Nuan had been staying for several days, Leng Yan gritted his teeth and forced out a curse word. He walked upstairs, looked at Sister Ping and Xiaomi downstairs, and frowned: "I won't do it yet.
Let’s eat!”
Seeing Sister Ping and Xiaomi enter the kitchen, he knocked on the door gently and said in an unhappy voice: "Open the door!"
"Don't open it!" Wen Nuan whispered in his heart, wiped his tears, sat on the bed, too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Open the door!" Leng Yan rubbed his forehead and emphasized his tone: "Is it okay to run out and date a man?"
Wen Nuan finally couldn't help but retort: "Leng Yan, Tan Qing and I are not what you think!"
What does it mean to date a man?
Even if Tan Qing is interested in her, it's because he doesn't know the fact that she's married. Why does everything he says change when it comes to her mouth?
"Hmph!" Leng Yan sneered: "What does that look like? Open the door and explain!"
"You don't have to force me to open the door, I won't. I told you before that Tan Qing is my ordinary friend, believe it or not!" Today is the end of the fight. If you can, just wait outside. And she and Tan Qing
Love is nothing at all. If it were before, she would have patiently explained it, but since what happened between him and Ji Wei, all explanations have been dispensed with.
If he doesn't explain what happened with Ji Wei, why should she explain her relationship with Tan Qing?
If you want to misunderstand, just misunderstand. We are about to break up, and we don’t care if we do it again.
"warmth!"
He had never seen her so tough before. The anger in Leng Yan's heart was gathered together, but no matter how much he provoked her, Wen Nuan would not open the door.
"Go up and ask her to eat."
Sitting in the restaurant, looking at the table full of dishes, without any appetite, Leng Yan stroked his stomach and said to Xiaomi.
It's already two o'clock, and his stomach will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't eat after one o'clock. Now he's just holding on, and the pain has already started inside.
Soon, Xiaomi came down with a troubled expression: "The young lady said she has no appetite and won't eat."
"Master, you eat first, I'll bring some food up." Sister Ping watched Leng Yan's movements carefully, knowing that his stomach was a little uncomfortable, so she said hurriedly.
Leng Yan narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He lowered his head and ate a few mouthfuls before throwing away his chopsticks. Sister Ping, who was serving the dishes, was startled: "Master?"
"I'm stuffed."
He said calmly and went upstairs, paused at the door of the guest room, looked at the still closed door with dark eyes, snorted coldly, and walked to the bedroom.
Wen Nuan sat on the bed with his hands on his knees. When he heard the cold snort outside the door, a smile slowly appeared on his lips.
There would be no explanation unless he told her first that he didn't work overtime that day and where he went.
"Young mistress, let's have something to eat." It was Sister Ping's voice that sounded at the door of the guest room. Leng Yan stood at the door of the bedroom, stopped walking in, and leaned his back against the door panel.
Nuan Nuan sighed and got out of bed.
From the day she got married, Sister Ping has always cared about her. When facing her, she will always be warm and hard-hearted.
"Sister Ping, I don't..." She opened the door and wanted Sister Ping to get out. When she saw Leng Yan lazily leaning against the door, she suddenly changed her mind: "Thank you, Sister Ping, give it to me."