Crossing the line

Chapter 158 I'm a bit disappointed
Zhao Qin felt lost, as if her heart was being restrained: "Are you really not going to consider Gangsheng? Gangsheng has always been thinking about you, and it will be easier for you to take care of Qingqing if you are together."

"Let's talk about it later." Yun Yuwan spoke gently but refused to give in.

Zhao Qin didn't dare to force her, not to mention that she felt guilty. She got pregnant and gave birth to a child alone, and it was Hongsheng who owed her a lot: "Then are you staying at home today?"

Yun Yuwan only said one word: "Yes."

Zhao Qin said happily: "Then I'll ask the nutritionist to prepare complementary food for the child, and also prepare the asparagus you like."

She slid back and forth gently, probably because she had never seen such a long sofa. It was long, big and wide, almost ten meters long. The precious deep-sea shark skin was smooth and felt great on her skin.

Zhao Qin also noticed it: "You like this, grandma will buy you a new set with pictures of little animals, okay? I'll put it in your room."

Gently slid to Yun Yuwan's side: "ma~ma~"

Yun Yuwan responded: "Do you want it?"

Qingqing seemed embarrassed and muttered, "Qingqing wants it."

Zhao Qin smiled happily when she heard this: "Grandma will immediately ask the designer and brand craftsmen to come to our house and make one bigger than this one."

"What does Qingqing like?" Wen Wei also became excited and wanted to please his granddaughter.

Perhaps because he was in an unfamiliar environment, he glanced at Yun Yuwan again.

Yun Yuwan said bluntly, "She likes money."

"Money?" Wen Wei was a little surprised.

Wen Yangzhi was afraid that Wen Wei would misunderstand Yun Yuwan, so he explained calmly: "It's a banknote. The child can now tell whether a Euro is real or fake. She is interested in banknotes. She is very talented."

Wen Wei was overjoyed. He had never expected that his granddaughter would be interested in his old profession. He realized that she had inherited the talent: "If you are interested in money, that's easy. Uncle Deng, help me get some banknote albums from the study."

As a result, Uncle Deng came out of the elevator pushing a cart with a whole cart of yearbooks, which was just the tip of the iceberg of the study.

He took out a thick commemorative album and placed it in front of Qingqing. He opened it and saw currencies of various European countries.

Qingqing glanced at the first page and saw the five hundred euros. He pointed at the banknote and said in a childish voice: "Five hundred yuan."

But she tried hard to grab it with her little hands, but couldn't because there was always a layer of plastic paper between them.

Wen Wei simply said, "Bring the scissors here."

The servant brought a pair of scissors, and Wen Wei cut open the plastic wrap without hesitation, taking out the limited edition banknotes and playing with them gently.

He couldn't let it go, but his eyes were still on the other money.

The servant asked beside the cart, "Do we have to take apart the consecutive numbers in this set too?"

"Let's tear them all down." Wen Wei didn't feel sorry at all.

The two commemorative albums were completely opened, and bills with values ​​far exceeding their face values ​​were taken out. He gently grasped one bill and then looked at the other.

Wen Wei took a world map and showed it to her, pointing to a location on the map: "This is Vietnamese dong, it can be spent in this place, but we are here now and can only spend RMB." Qingqing had obviously never seen so much money put together, she was so happy that she opened her mouth and laughed with drooling, Zhao Qin took a handkerchief to wipe it clean for her.

Yun Yuwan looked at Qingqing's greed for money and the way her child was spoiled. She also had an inexplicable sense of happiness, as if she saw the child who had lost both parents and was lonely and helpless finally finding a home.

She actually knew that the Wen couple would indulge Qingqing. After all, Wen Yangzhi gave them the impression that there was a high probability that he would not have children. Qingqing was the only one, an incomparable surprise. But seeing was another matter.

After sitting with her for an hour or two, Yun Yuwan said, "I asked an auntie who is familiar with Qingqing to come and take care of her. If you have any questions later, just ask those two aunties. I have an appointment at noon."

Zhao Qin was a little surprised: "Aren't you eating at home?"

Yun Yuwan replied politely, "I'm sorry to break the appointment. The two aunties who will be coming later are one from Belgium, and I can speak English to her, and one from China."

Zhao Qin couldn't say no.

Yun Yuwan asked Wen Yuan's driver to take her there, so Wen Yangzhi got a location. It was a private kitchen with a Jiangnan style, which was generally not used as a social venue because the chef had to introduce too many things, and the waiters' words were intermittent during the tour, which disturbed the socializing too much. He and Jiang Jianqing had been there several times.

Is she going out to meet a man?
Wen Yangzhi felt a little restless, as she had used Wen Yuan's driver without dodging or avoiding him.

In the garden, there are flowers reflected in the water, willow trees with drooping branches, white walls and black tiles, and green plants, screens and window partitions everywhere. Wen Yangzhi stopped after walking past the fanning screens.

By the round window, Yun Yuwan was sitting with a handsome man, chatting and laughing.

The other person also cut her steak for her and handed the plate to her.

She did not refuse. I don't know what she was saying to the other person, but the corners of her lips were always curved as she smiled at him.

After dinner, Yun Yuwan passed by the screen corridor and was looking at her phone when she heard a calm voice asking above her head, "Are you going on a date?"

Yun Yuwan looked up and saw Wen Yangzhi standing in the corridor.

Just then a gust of wind blew and her hair was a little messy.

Wen Yangzhi simply pushed the screen up with a snap, closing the originally designed four-sided screen, temporarily creating a small area. The space was too small, so the two of them stood almost touching each other, with her back against the wall.

His hands held her wind-blown hair, which was tangled between his hard metacarpal bones. He spoke in a low and ambiguous voice: "What I do with you, do you also want to do with other men?"

She looked up: "If these are the only things I can do with you, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"

He asked indifferently: "How many men are enough to satisfy you?"

She reached out to adjust the buttons of his shirt and fastened the third one: "It can include you, but it won't be just you."

He was eager to make a move: "Is it me tonight?"

"Maybe." She said casually.

He bent his head and kissed her, and a surge of hormones pressed down her neck, overwhelming the faint cold fragrance on his body, like a male musk deer in heat, using musk to seduce the opposite sex.

Her legs felt weak, and she reached out to grab his shoulders for support, but he stopped: "Did you react when Jiang Yingyu kissed you?"

She smiled with eyes curved, with a kind of innocent cruelty: "He is young and energetic, unlike you, you are already thirty."