Husband is so arrogant

Chapter 109 I Thought I Was Watching a Korean Drama
But at least it was Wen Yimo's chance to fight for himself, so he could only bite the bullet, recalled the script, slowly settled his emotions, and said after a long while:

"Jiang Tian, ​​I'm not good enough for you. I knew about it at school eight years ago. At that time, I thought the difference between us was just family background, but eight years later, you told me with bloody facts that I am from head to toe. It's also from the beginning to the end that you have never seen it in your eyes or put it in your heart."

Han Zhengyu's tone was very slow, a little choked, and he was brewing tears: "You said I was mean and unscrupulous, but what about Yi Chuyun, do you think he is better than me? Who can be clean in Vanity Fair, but you like That's why he doesn't want to admit it. You said that I was unfair to him by operating in the dark, but Jiang Tian, ​​ask yourself, how have you ever been fair to me in all these years? According to what you said, fairness should be how much I have paid for you. Give it back to me, but the truth is, it’s you Jiang Tian! Now you hate, hate, hurt, and hate me!"

When Han Zhengyu said this, he stared at Ji Wenlun, as if he was Jiang Tian, ​​the heroine of the play, his tone became stronger, and the accusation was vivid.

"I am very grateful to you for letting me see some things. Jiang Tian, ​​I am very lucky to tell you that you are free, and I will not pester you anymore from now on. It's really happy, you don't have to rack your brains to refuse I don’t have to, and I don’t have to chase you like a dog anymore. So remember, from now on, the person in front of you is no longer your good friend and part-time admirer Ye Chenjie, but your vice president of Zhaorun Group. The immediate boss, Ye Chenjie!"

After saying this, a drop of tear slipped down from Han Zhengyu's eyes, clearly visible, but not embarrassed or weak.

Looking at Han Zhengyu, Wen Yimo felt a little touched, but couldn't express his awkwardness, and waited in a daze for Ji Wenlun's comment.

Ji Wenlun twirled the ring on his thumb, pondered for a while and said, "I just... thought I was watching a Korean drama."

Looking up at Han Zhengyu, with some sarcasm: "Are you sure this is a rejected domineering president and not a leukemic heroine suffering from cancer?"

"..." Wen Yimo clearly saw that after Ji Wenlun finished speaking, Han Zhengyu clenched his fists, and he could see that he was trying his best to endure the excitement.

"However..." Ji Wenlun turned around again, and continued: "Your second line is quite righteous. If it is really a fighting scene, you can score [-] points. But don't forget that you love and hate someone deeply. Girl, I really doubt that you are going to come up and punch me after you finish speaking."

After saying this, Ji Wenlun glanced at Han Zhengyu inexplicably, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Or, the reason why you performed so well is purely because of your anger towards me."

Han Zhengyu didn't speak.

Wen Yimo pushed Han Zhengyu from behind, signaling him not to get angry, and then said: "Zhengyu, what Ji Wenlun said is the truth, your performance is actually quite tense, but it's still a bit weird."

No wonder she felt awkward just now, she just realized what Ji Wenlun said, Han Zhengyu's performance was...a bit tragic, and the anger in the middle was too pure, that kind of entangled and contradictory feelings were not shown at all.

"But your last tear was very powerful. Really, I was even touched." Wen Yimo said in a sincere tone, and then looked at Ji Wenlun: "Ji Wenlun Ji star, say something."

She gestured to Ji Wenlun with her eyes, wanting him not to speak too sharply.

What Ji Wenlun said was right, Wen Yimo knew this, but also Wen Yimo knew how hard Han Zhengyu worked.

If these efforts did not have any positive impact, then no one would have negative emotions, not to mention that Han Zhengyu had always been sensitive on this matter, and Ji Wenlun's words were so harsh, there would be no thorns in his heart.

Ji Wenlun glanced at his mouth, and said: "You Zhengyu Zhengyu called me so smoothly, so why don't you call me Wenlun."

Wen Yimo expressed contempt for Ji Wenlun's jokes regardless of the occasion, gave Ji Wenlun a supercilious look, and then said: "Zhengyu, please correct it according to what he said, Ji Wenlun, can you show it to me later?"

Ji Wenlun raised his legs, leaned against the back of the chair and said, "If you contract for lunch at noon today, I will think about it."

Wen Yimo immediately looked frightened, and the scene of cooking for Gu Jianyan last time reappeared before her eyes.

But looking at Ji Wenlun's raised eyebrows, Wen Mo gritted his teeth and agreed, and then went to the kitchen very resolutely.After a while, she held a kitchen knife and said with a smile: "To ensure safety, let me confirm, do you have stomach medicine or antidiarrheal medicine at home, or is there a hospital near you?"

Ji Wenlun: "..."

The unhappiness was only at the beginning, and later on Han Zhengyu also corrected his mistakes very humbly. Although Ji Wenlun slowed down his tone, he was still venomous. Fortunately, he didn't turn his back, and Wen Yimo created dishes in the kitchen.The morning passed peacefully.

During lunch, Ji Wenlun looked at the food on the table, and his eyes lit up: "It looks good, and it's not as bad as you said."

Wen Yimo smiled mischievously, and whispered: "It's thanks to the restaurant downstairs where you can take out."

Ji Wenlun was completely overwhelmed by the words of praise before he could say them out, and finally decided to eat more and talk less.

Wen Yimo looked at Han Zhengyu with a blank expression on his face, so when he and Han Zhengyu were washing the dishes after eating, he said, "Zhengyu, you know that people in this circle have always had the final say on their popularity, and they go up step by step. No fans care about his past, they only see an idol who the people in front of them believe they understand."

"Some people say that this is the blindness of the entertainment industry, but I think there is nothing wrong with it, because human beings should not live in the past. Zhengyu, don't question yourself, whether it is Chen Jinfei or Ji Wenlun, they are all passers-by in your life. If you make good use of it, it will be a stepping stone, so calm down and focus on your own future, you know?"

Hearing Wen Yimo's sincere words, Han Zhengyu breathed out, and gave her a positive look.

Wen Yimo smiled, and couldn't help laughing at himself when he said that this kind of chicken soup for the soul was easy to come by. It seems that people's changes are really subtle.

It's just that the atmosphere was quiet, when Wen Yimo suddenly heard Ji Wenlun's furious roar from the study, and he could hear it clearly through the half-closed door: "Gu Jianyan! How do you know my mobile phone number!"

Wen Yimo's hand slipped instantly, and a plate fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.Wen Yimo was startled, and quickly squatted down to pick it up, but was stopped by Han Zhengyu.

"Come on, you go and see what happened." Han Zhengyu lowered his head when he said this, so he didn't show the disappointment in his eyes to Wen Yimo.

Just hearing Gu Jianyan's name can make Wen Yimo so shocked, the relationship between the two of them must not be simple.

Wen Yimo didn't have the time to speculate on Han Zhengyu's mental activities at the moment. Hearing this, he immediately nodded and went to the study, just in time to hear Ji Wenlun angrily say: "Why did you call me to find Mo Wenwen, and you thought you said If I ask her to answer the phone, will I let her answer it? Gu Jianyan said that I am not afraid of others being afraid of you, so don't order me in a tone that is directed towards others. "

Gu Jianyan's mood over there was also very unstable: "If her phone hadn't been broken, do you think I would be willing to find you? Do you think I want to talk to you? Whodoyouthinkyouare?"

Standing next to him, Wen Yimo could hear Gu Jianyan's stern reprimand. A series of rhetorical questions mixed with English expressed Gu Jianyan's state of dementia at this time. Wen Yimo couldn't help swallowing, and interjected: "That... I'll answer the phone."

Seeing this, Ji Wenlun immediately wanted to hang up the phone, but after thinking about it, he felt that he might quarrel with Wen Yimo, so he just pouted and threw the phone away.

When I went out, I slammed the door to express my displeasure.

"Why did you call Ji Wenlun's phone?" Wen Yimo couldn't help complaining.Although she knew whose phone number Gu Jianyan wanted to get, it wasn't difficult.

"Before answering this question, I also want to ask you, why are you at Ji Wenlun's house?" Gu Jianyan's tone was fairly calm, but he could still hear the state of trying to suppress excitement, commonly known as ignition.

Wen Yimo hurriedly said, "Work, definitely work."

Gu Jianyan couldn't help but vomit in English over there, and then muttered to himself: "The Ji family probably rebelled against me. There were constant frictions in business in the early years, and now the Ji family brothers are still organizing a group to dig me out." The corner of the wall is really good!"

The group digs the wall...

Wen Yimo thought that maybe Gu Jianyan remembered the damn Mamba coffee incident again, and black lines were all over her head.

"Ji Wenlun is a first-line star after all, and he is one of the few resources I can use. I just asked him to direct plays for Zheng Yu." Wen Yimo explained.

"Then why haven't you contacted me since yesterday." Gu Jian said with a slightly resentful tone.

"My phone is broken. I didn't ask Rocky to tell you."

Gu Jianyan snorted coldly: "So you don't have time to call me after your phone is broken, but you can borrow your phone from Rocky to call Ji Wenlun?"

Wen Yimo's eyes widened unconsciously: "How did you know?"

Yesterday, she deliberately deleted the call log in order to prevent Rocky from making a small report with Gu Jianyan.

"Do you think you can hide what I want to know?" Gu Jianyan's haughty tone made people feel that he was a little arrogant, but Wen Yimo knew that what Gu Jianyan said was the truth.

After reacting for a while, Wen Yimo's tone became helpless: "You wouldn't go out of your way to find someone to restore the phone records, would you?"

"What's so strange about this." Gu Jianyan said in a natural tone.

Wen Yimo sighed, feeling that Gu Jianyan has been a little idle lately: "Is it worth wasting resources and time on such a trivial matter, President Gu, who manages so many things every day."

Gu Jianyan was silent for a while, then her tone suddenly became serious: "I never think your matter is a trivial matter."

(End of this chapter)