Deep love never ends

I didn't answer the clerk's question.

Just looked down at the text message.

It's still warm and muddy.

MMS.

It's a picture.

She leaned on Qin Langjun's arm and lay on the bed, taking a selfie.

Because of the angle, I can only roughly distinguish who the people around her are, but I can't see whether Qin Langjun is asleep or awake.

However, this problem has little significance for now.

Instead, the express in my hand makes me care more.

At the moment of opening the express, even if I had already made psychological preparations, I still couldn't restrain my anger and anger.

The information contained in it is not ordinary.

But my nemesis.

I was holding a few thin sheets of paper, and even my fingers were shaking.

In disgust, even hate.

What I'm doing to the Wen family is all on these pieces of paper.

And clearly told me that the plan was exposed. Such a blow was just a joke.

It doesn't make much sense.

It was like a hard slap on my face.

Forced me to wake up.

I exhausted all my efforts and even searched all the ways I could find to cope with the Wen family.

Even if it is not enough for the Wen family to be completely finished, there are still some basic blows and wounds.

But I didn't expect that not only didn't play any role, but also was cut off halfway, and even might be eaten back.

The two pieces of paper were crumpled by me at last, then torn and thrown away.

My mind is full of those photos.

My mind is full of what Wen Ni said, as well as the ambiguous words on the picture.

With a deep breath, I got through.

Qin Langjun's cell phone beeped several times. When I was ready to hang up, I was connected.

My surging emotions were just about to be sent out, but they were suddenly blocked back.

"As I said, why don't you believe me? Do you really think I'll have nothing to do? Go and give you p a picture? Just to make you uncomfortable?"

The warm and muddy voice is not urgent or slow. It is slowly telling me.

More arrogant and ironic than just now.

"What about him? Let him answer the phone."

I squeezed my palm and said.

"I'm asleep. If I'm not afraid of disturbing him, the video frequency is good now, but he's asleep. I don't want to wake him up."

Under the gentle tone of Wenni, he was mocking and showing off several times higher than anyone.

"OK, I'll go and have a look myself."

I interrupted Wen Ni and said.

Stopped a car and reported the location.

The warm and muddy tone over there was much sharper than just now, "that's not enough. Do you want to find it yourself?"

"Wake up, you haven't succeeded so many times. Now you think you can like you when you are a complaining woman?"

But no matter what he said, he still didn't stop me.

I didn't speak until Wenni's words over there were finished. "Miss Wen, swallow your breath. That's what you celebrities are willing to do. I can eat anything, even suffer losses, but I can't suffer and suffer."

"Whether the wedding will succeed or not is also my problem with him. It has nothing to do with you. Don't be amorous here."

The car was fast when it got there.

I didn't ask Wenni where he was.

I didn't look carefully, but intuitively reported a place.

And it's really this place.

Wen Ni stood at the door and looked at me with an unwelcome face.

Just looking at this posture, I thought she was the serious Mrs. Qin, and I was just a junior who wanted to force the palace.

"Get out of the way."

I was standing in the living room, ready to go up, but was stopped.

Wen Ni stood in front of me with an unwelcome face and looked at me with extra vigilance.

"What are you doing here? Go up and question, or say you want to spill it. Don't bother."

Probably because it's just me and her here.

Wen Ni didn't keep his consistent gentle image as before.

But collect those fake smiles, leaving only disgust and rejection.

Show the most real herself and block it at the entrance of the corridor.

I didn't go forward, but I looked at her, at the pajamas she was wearing, and poked her shoulder with my cell phone.

"This is the rotten goods I used to wear and ready to throw away. You like it very much."

"Are you afraid that I'll go up and find him drunk and don't know these things at all? Are you afraid that if I misunderstand and and explain clearly, the relationship between us will be better?"

I said impolitely.

Still insist on going up.

But Wenni was firm and firm.

And looked at me with extreme vigilance.

"Well, if you don't go up, don't go up. If everyone comes later, you should let everyone comment. Who should not."

"I came here to see him as his fiancee. What identity do you use to stop me? When everyone comes, explain to those people and I'll see how many people can believe your nonsense."

I'm too lazy to waste my breath here with her.

Said directly.

If other women encounter such a situation, they may swallow it and make verbal counterattacks.

But I'm different.

I never liked the posture and work style of those little women. Procrastination hurt myself.

I prefer a vigorous approach. It cuts everything off cleanly. Good is good, bad is bad, and vigorous is better than this delay.

Wenni probably didn't expect me to do this.

His eyes were staring at me in disbelief.

Then he looked at my cell phone with complex eyes.

Above is the call log.

There are a lot of numbers.

I didn't mean to call people just now.

If it hadn't been for Wenni's repeated gestures, I wouldn't have come to this point.

The gentle way to deal with her never worked.

"If you're afraid, you'd better get out of the way now. When the media comes, it's not that simple. You can weigh it up. Is the image of a pure jade girl important, or is it important for you to deliberately respond to me now?"

Before Wen Ni spoke, I approached a few steps forward.

All the anger that had been oppressed before, and the nausea that had been forcibly stuffed into it by Wenni, finally found an outlet.

I pinched her shoulder, then picked up a corner of my clothes and pulled it.

I feel sarcastic, but what follows is nausea.

The pajamas are for lovers. I chose them myself, but I didn't expect Wenni to wear them.

This diaphragmatic response makes me even want to burn directly, not only clothes, but also her.