Quit pampering

Chapter 8 Don’t spoil Yingying too much
Han Xiuya patted his arm and said in a very gentle voice, "Okay, you go and invite Yanlou to stay at Wen's house for dinner tonight."

Wen Zeshu hesitated, "Madam, is this inappropriate?"

Han Xiuya lowered her eyelids, acting innocent and youthful, "What's inappropriate about this? I just appreciate Yanlou and have no other intentions towards him. Besides, wouldn't it be more possible for us to be more sincere to promote cooperation between the two parties?" ?"

Wen Zeshu was convinced.

At this moment, the watch time points to four o'clock.

When Wen Zeshu approached, he heard the two chatting happily. It was honestly the first time he had seen Fu Yanlou take such initiative, and the tenderness in his eyes shocked him even more.

Who doesn't know that his body was ruined by injuries and he has been a man of few desires for these years, with no scandal surrounding him, and even less desire for love.

But at this moment, his eyes were filled with a sense of the story of the vicissitudes of life. It turns out that deep feelings can be hidden, hidden in the bones, and then acted out, and his eyes were full of soft light.

At that moment, his soul resonated.

Thinking of him trekking to the port city, Wen Zeshu felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and his smile was not abnormal at all, "Yanlou, I think it's getting late now. How about we discuss the follow-up matters next time at the company?" "

He thought that maybe it was a mistake to invite Fu Yanlou to come to the Wen family to discuss matters.

Fu Yanlou nodded slightly and said to Wen Ying, "Thank you, Miss Wen, for accompanying me today. We will see you next time."

Wen Ying had a polite smile on his face and said, "Mr. Fu, walk slowly."

Wen Zeshu turned sideways and stood between him and Wen Ying, "Inkstone, I'll see you off."

Fu Yanlou raised his hand to stop him politely, with a slight smile on his lips, "Don't bother me. I'm lucky enough to taste Mr. Wen's private collection of tea today. I hope I'll have another chance next time."

Wen Zeshu smiled slightly.

Cullinan was waiting quietly outside Wen's house. Assistant You nodded to Wen Zeshu, opened the car door and let Fu Yanlou get in the car.

In this short period of time, Wen Zeshu gradually discerned the hidden meaning in the man's words.

The smile on his face completely disappeared.

There is no such thing as good tea. Will the Fu family be short of it?

Is it tea or people he is picturing?

"Yingying." Wen Zeshu's eyes dimmed and he warned, "You should stay away from that Mr. Fu in the future."

Wen Ying caught his sudden change of attitude and blinked blankly, "Daddy, you brought people to Wen's house several times, and you still entertained him in Tanyuan today. Isn't the message you conveyed to me to Mr. Fu?" Be polite?"

Wen Zeshu had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, "Okay, this is what Daddy did wrong, but you must remember what Daddy said."

Wen Ying held her father's arm and curled her lips and said, "Daddy, what are you worried about? If it weren't for you, Mr. Fu and I wouldn't know each other."

Seeing that Wen Ying seemed to have forgotten what happened when he was a child, Wen Zeshu would naturally not remind him at this time.

She was going to marry into the Huo family in a few months. What could she do if she knew it? The outcome was decided, and the one who was not loved was the outsider.

When the father and daughter returned to the villa, Han Xiuya kept looking behind them and did not see Fu Yanlou, so she cast a doubtful look at Wen Zeshu.

Wen Zeshu did not hesitate to put aside his daughter's hand, put his arm around his wife's shoulders, and explained, "Yanlou left in an emergency."

"He should be retained." Han Xiuya looked regretful.
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It took two days for the after-effects of Wenying’s mountain climbing to appear.

For this reason, she rested at home for a whole week without going out. She refused every time Lu Junzhi and others asked her to go out.

When asked about the reason, Wen Ying refused to tell him until Wen Xingyu accidentally let it slip, causing Wen Ying to be laughed at for a long time when he went out to party with friends.

"Yingying, you even believe this, are you hopeless?" Huo Xiaolian handed her milk to drink. The light in the box was bright. Yingying's skin was as white as milk, soft and beautiful, and she was the most delicate rose in Hong Kong City. .Wen Ying pushed his hand away, revealing a slender and white wrist with soft bones, and a soft voice, but with a temper. "I want wine, not milk. What kind of milk do you want to drink here? It's up to you or me." Dian."

Huo Xiaolian smiled and coaxed, "You didn't learn a lesson when you were drunk last time, did you? I don't dare to give you a drink. Just drink milk, Yingying."

He was not so patient with the women who followed him.

No matter how noble a man is, he is willing to coax her and be gentle with her.

Wen Ying was arrogant and said, "I won't drink."

Mr. Lin smiled and teased, "It's true that you shouldn't drink. What if you go up the mountain to worship Buddha again? Yingying, don't be stupid again."

Wen Ying closed her eyes and said nothing.

Lawyer Zhou was smoking alone, his voice was loose and hoarse, "Marriage is something you should have in your life, and I won't give it to you if you don't worship Buddha thousands of times, Yingying."

Wen Ying gave him an emotionless look, "...it seems like you understand very well?"

Huo Xiaolian knew that it was the most painful thing to hurt someone's heart. "Can you not understand? After all, Zhou Lu was dumped by a woman."

The laughter around him was wild and wanton, and Wen Ying laughed too, his shoulders shaking, and he was struck by the point of laughter.

Mr. Xu silently put the wine in front of Wen Ying. His voice was clear but his eyes were wrong, "Yingying, you can drink it if you want."

Lu Junzhi glanced at him sideways, "Mr. Xu, don't be too doting on Yingying."

But Mr. Xu is really willing to dote on him. If possible, he would like to dote on people to the heavens. He would burn incense and worship Buddha and marry him back home to support and dote on him.

But what about Wen Ying, is she happy?
She has to be willing.

Sometimes I wonder if he should also go to Ling'an Temple to seek marriage.

But since the Xu family occupies an important position, he is bound to have many things he cannot control in his life.

Mr. Xu smiled lonelyly, his brows and eyes were stained with loss, and what was reflected in the light was the sadness of not being able to love.

"I'll go! Am I blind?" Meng Xuan slammed the coffee table, "Master Huo and that little white flower..."

Lu Junzhi glanced at Wen Ying's face and interrupted her, "Axuan, you must have mistaken the person."

A gentle and gentle voice sounded, her tone was very calm, and she was smiling in the blink of an eye, "Axuan has very sharp eyes, Xuan, show me your phone."

Mr. Lin tsked at the side, his voice was very playful, "No wonder Mr. Huo didn't come to this game."

Meng Xuan turned off the screen of her phone and smiled nonchalantly, "Oh, I must have been too drunk and my eyesight was wrong."

Wen Ying's eyes were straight, with a somewhat understanding smile on his face, "You haven't had any wine tonight, Ah Xuan. If you don't give it to me, I'll be embarrassed if I ask someone else."

Meng Xuan's cell phone is not a problem if it is taken out, and it is not a problem if it is not taken out.

"No, I'm already embarrassed, so show me, it's okay." Wen Ying spread his hands.

Her five fingers are fair and well-proportioned, her ten fingers are not touched by the precious gold raised by spring water, and her skin is so delicate that even the wrinkles are not visible.

"See for yourself." Meng Xuan took a photo of her phone into her palm.

It was a video sent by another friend. In the bar, a handsome man was sitting in the corner with a stern expression, staring in the direction of the stage with a sinister look.

The little white flower on the stage was pole dancing. She was very good at twisting her waist. Her delicate breasts and buttocks were hidden under her clothes. She was holding a pipa and half-hiding her face. I don't know who she had hooked.

(End of this chapter)