I can copy the three thousand avenues

Xie Yansheng's thin lips were full of amusement, and he looked at her deeply, "It's up to you."

"Open the door and let me go now, it's not too late." She gave Xie Yansheng one last chance with the idea of ​​not tearing the face apart if possible.

"No need to save face for me." Xie Yansheng laughed instead of being angry, "You hate me, you hate me, and you can only let the Shen family vent their anger by sending me in."

"You trapped me here, which is illegal detention. It's only natural for me to call the police. What does it have to do with the Shen family!" Wen Lan angrily retorted.

"Whether it's related or not, you know it best." Xie Yansheng bit his lip, his voice cold.

Wen Lan didn't want to argue with him meaninglessly anymore, and raised his fingers slightly, but at the moment of falling, the phone was snatched away by Xie Yansheng's hand that suddenly stretched out!

"I knew that your cruelty and ruthlessness were all left to me." Xie Yansheng gritted his teeth, "It seems that I will keep your phone temporarily."

Wen Lan did not make any meaningless resistance, and fell down on the sofa in despair, covering his face with his hands.

Since it doesn't work to come openly, let's do it secretly.

"Even if I let you go now, you can't go to Gangcheng." Xie Yansheng swiped his mobile phone, his eyes full of unconcealed joy.

"There was a heavy snowstorm in Gangcheng, and all flights and high-speed trains were stopped. I just don't know which station the unlucky Jiang Jingci was trapped at?"

Wen Lan was shocked.

It turned out that Jiang Jingci really went to Gangcheng!

She felt even more guilty about Jiang Jingci.

"Do you feel sorry for Mr. Jiang?" Xie Yansheng just stretched out his long arms to wrap around her waist, but was slapped away by her.

She walked into a second bedroom in a huff, locked the door, and lay on the bed to sleep.

Since she couldn't leave, she might as well have a good rest.

This house was familiar to her, and she fell asleep not long after she lay down.

Just as she was sleeping soundly, Xie Yansheng knocked on the door: "Open the door, let's make dinner together."

She huddled in the quilt, covering her ears and didn't answer.

Xie Yansheng knocked on the door one after another, and she was so annoyed that she had to open the door and let him in.

She lay back on the bed, and Xie Yansheng also lay down beside her, stroking her messy long hair, "Go to sleep later, and cook dinner with me first."

"I'm so angry with you that I don't want to eat." She turned sideways and left her back to Xie Yansheng.

Xie Yansheng pulled her face under his eyelids, stared at her and said, "Neither you nor I can cook. If you don't want to go hungry, you have to be more diligent."

"Give me back my phone." She stated her conditions.

She was used to browsing her phone, and she felt uncomfortable if she didn't look at it for an hour.

Xie Yansheng's slender fingers gently stroked her neck, and asked jokingly, "Are you still going to call the police?"

She remembered that they had a dispute once, and Xie Yansheng almost strangled her to death.

"Since I can't go to Hongcheng, then I'll stay with you for a few days." She said against her conscience.

"I know you are saying one thing and thinking another, but I still believe you. Isn't that cheap, huh?" Xie Yansheng said as he took her phone out of his pocket.

She snatched it away.

"Be good, get out of bed and get dinner ready." Xie Yansheng's tone was unusually gentle.

Although she didn't look good at Xie Yansheng, she still did it.

Because she knew that Xie Yansheng's cooking skills were on par with hers, and she couldn't get a good meal just relying on Xie Yansheng.

The two of them tied aprons, found the corresponding cooking videos on their phones, and made three dishes and a soup an hour later.

She tasted each dish after it came out of the pot, and reluctantly swallowed it. It was a world of difference from Jiang Jingci's cooking skills.

Xie Yansheng was in high spirits and opened a bottle of red wine.

The winter rain was still falling outside, and she thought of Ji Minxin again.

I don't know if Ji Minxin has eaten, taken medicine, or received treatment at this time...

Xie Yansheng poured her a glass of red wine. She did not refuse. After Xie Yansheng clinked glasses with her, she drank it all.

"You are worried about something. Who are you thinking about?" Xie Yansheng asked sarcastically.

She didn't say anything, picked up the bottle and poured herself a full glass, and drank it up.

"That's not how you drink wine." Xie Yansheng knew that she didn't have much alcohol tolerance, so he took half a bottle of wine to a place where she couldn't touch it.

After two glasses of red wine, her cheeks were flushed and she talked more, "Xie Yansheng, whether before or after the divorce, you are always so stingy with me! You don't even let me drink a bottle of wine--"

Xie Yansheng frowned and picked up the half bottle of wine again, but only poured her half a glass, "Drink slowly, wine, I can still afford it."

Wen Lan picked up the high-footed glass in front of her and shook it slowly. The yellow light of the crystal lamp was reflected in the bright red wine, gorgeous and decadent.

"Xie Yansheng." She called out the name of the man opposite bitterly.

He leaned forward, ready to listen.

"Why don't you marry Cheng Nijia? Your daughter is already six years old. If she continues to grow up in a single-parent family, she will have character defects in the future." Wen Lan's words made him feel very harsh.

"You are so nosy." Xie Yansheng's face was full of anger, and he raised the high-heeled glass in front of him and drank it in one gulp.

"Whatever others say, you believe it. I have told you several times that Cheng Cheng is not my daughter, but you just don't believe it."

Wen Lan's cell phone call interrupted their conversation.

Xie Yansheng's eyes first fell on her cell phone screen, and it was an unfamiliar number.

Wen Lan turned her phone to silent and didn't answer it.

"You are so guilty that you dare not even answer the phone." Xie Yansheng began to imply her again.

"Guilty?" Wen Lan snorted, and said while clicking the answer button, "I have never done anything wrong, what is there to be guilty about!"

"Sister Lan, are you with Lao Jiang now?" Jiang Guan's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"No." Wen Lan replied calmly.

"Didn't Lao Jiang go to Gangcheng with you? The Internet said that your high-speed train was affected by the weather and stopped at Sihe Station. I called him more than a dozen times, but couldn't get through!"

Jiang Guan was still a child after all. Wen Lan could feel his anxiety through the screen.

"Don't worry, it should be a bad signal." Wen Lan hurriedly comforted him, got up and left the table, "Wait half an hour and call again, maybe it will get through. Your father travels back and forth between China and abroad every year, and he must have more experience in dealing with such situations than ordinary people."

"Sister Lan, are you really not with Lao Jiang?" Jiang Guan asked again in disbelief.

Wen Lan was embarrassed: "Really not, I've been in Jiangcheng."

"I don't know where Lao Jiang heard that you were going to Gangcheng, and he bought the same high-speed rail ticket as you." Jiang Guan sighed helplessly, "Forget it, I'll just keep calling Lao Jiang!"

The call ended, and the busy tone on the phone annoyed Wen Lan.

Turning around to go back to the dining room, she bumped into Xie Yansheng behind her.

Xie Yansheng's face was no longer as calm as it was at the table just now, and he laughed coldly, "Are you really going to be a stepmother to Jiang Jingci's son?"