marital love

Wen Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, she clenched her fingertips involuntarily, and then continued to eat calmly as if she had never heard of it.

It's just that I had a good appetite before, but now looking at the delicious food, I can't help but lose my interest, the taste is like chewing wax.

If it was really annoying, it would spoil her appetite.

"Mom, is what you said true?" Wen Yumian was surprised and shy as if she belonged to her little daughter's home.

Jiang Shuliu smiled and rolled her eyes: "Of course, my mother has made an appointment with Huaixu's aunt, and it will be in the North Pavilion."

Wen Yao paused.

"It turned out to be in the North Pavilion!" Wen Yumian became even more excited after hearing this, with an unconcealable smile on her face.

Wen Xuemin also showed a satisfied look.

Although there are only two characters for Beiguan, it is a symbol of power and wealth.

The restaurants that are worth spending a lot of money have always been only open to the upper class. They are all famous people from all walks of life, rich and noble, and it is extremely difficult to make a reservation.

Some time ago, it was Wen Xuemin's birthday, and he wanted to go to the private room in the North Hall, but he was told that the reservation was full, and even wait until the middle of next month.

Now, just for a meal, unexpectedly, the Yan family arranged in the North Pavilion.

It is conceivable that the Yan family valued the Wen family and Wen Yumian.

"Snapped!"

Wen Yao lost her patience, dropped her chopsticks and stood up.

Her sudden attack made the three happy people on the opposite side startled at the same time.

Wen Xuemin lowered his face and scolded: "What are you doing, do you have any rules!"

Wen Yao tilted the seat, and said blankly: "I don't have any appetite, I don't want to eat."

Wen Xuemin was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and his heart and eyes were full of disappointment with her daughter.

Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian's mother and daughter looked at each other, leaned over quickly, comforted each other softly, and talked about the Yan family's conversation, and then calmed Wen Xuemin's anger.

Wen Yao pursed her lips tightly, restrained her anger as much as possible, straightened her waist, hurried back to her room, slammed the door, and locked it neatly.

She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and bent down, couldn't help sliding down against the door panel, and wrapped her arms around herself, exerting extra force.

She rested her head on her knees, breathing heavily.

I began to wonder if it was right for me to do this, but everything has already happened, and I have come to this point——

Wen Yao stood up suddenly, walked to the dressing table in three steps at a time, opened the drawer, took out the black mini recorder from it, and gradually tightened her grip.

The strength was so great that her fingertips turned white.

In it, everything that went crazy last night was recorded, and it was placed by her when Yan Sui went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As a handle she can handle.

"Dong dong!"

The door was knocked.

Wen Yaohan stared a little, put the things away again, and then walked towards the door.

Wen Yumian's proud voice sounded from outside: "Sister, it's me."

Wen Yao opened the door.

Wen Yumian was leaning on the door to eavesdrop, not wanting to slam it open, she staggered when she couldn't stand still.

Wen Yao didn't intend to help her, and quickly moved to the side.

Wen Yumian quickly supported the door frame and stood up, brushed her hair smoothly, showing a little anger at Wen Yao's unrestrained behavior, "My sister has already made Dad angry, it's better to be quiet now. "

"What do you want?" Wen Yao stood lazily by the side, her tone indifferent.

Then Wen Yumian raised the corners of her lips, raised her chin slightly and said with a smile: "Of course, my father said, I'm going to the North Hall for dinner tonight, and you, sister, are going too."

Wen Yao stared at her with a half-smile: "Really."

"of course."

However, in the next second, her words made Wen Yumian's face change drastically: "Aren't you afraid that Yan Sui will fall in love with me and not you, can't you lose face?"

Wen Yumian's face was stiff, and she gritted her teeth: "Sister is too confident, she really thinks that she is a fairy descending to earth, and everyone will like you?"

Wen Yao stated a fact to her: "It has always been like this."

Hearing this, Wen Yumian's nose almost crooked.

Indeed, Wen Yao is only one year older than Wen Yumian, from childhood, it seems that all the halos are on Wen Yao, but anyone who has a crush on Wen Yumian will eventually turn against him and become Wen Yao's servants.

The most hateful thing is that Wen Yao would always use this matter to provoke her from time to time, and the situation didn't get better until she went abroad. Who knew that Wen Yao had only stayed abroad for more than two years, and then came back again.

Ever since Wen Yumian became an adult, Jiang Shuliu had secretly shown her many aristocratic families, and finally settled on the Yan family.

When she finally made some progress, Wen Yao suddenly returned to China. Although under her instigation and Jiang Shuliu's pillow style, Wen Yao was also forced to have a fixed date, but she still hadn't to the point of actual engagement.

Now hearing her say this again, how could Wen Yumian not panic, she is very satisfied with Yan Sui, she will never let Wen Yao, a scheming bitch, snatch her away again!
After calming down in this way, Wen Yumian nodded proudly and said, "My sister may be disappointed, Ah Xu is not that kind of superficial person."

Fearing that her nature would not change, Wen Yumian added a dose of heavy medicine: "If Aunt Guan knows that my sister is the kind of person who likes to seduce men and is keen on being a mistress, she probably won't be able to live in peace, and I don't know if she will. I will regret that I lost my life for giving birth to my sister."

Guan Jiarong, Wen Yao's mother, Wen Xuemin's first wife, died on the day she was born, and died of massive hemorrhage after childbirth.

Wen Yao tilted her head slightly, staring at her hands, the bright red manicures looked a little creepy.

She raised her hand.

Wen Yumian stared at her vigilantly, and involuntarily took two steps back: "You, what are you doing, do you still want to hit someone?"

"Hit you?" Wen Yao chuckled and shook her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, clenched her fist in vain, the manicure was violently broken in her palm, and there was a muffled sound, then she brushed her fingertips and swept the broken manicure out of her hand, " I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty."

Wen Yumian's face twisted for a moment.

I have to admit that Wen Yao really wanted to beat Wen Yumian, because she owed it, and since she couldn't speak and was educated, she didn't mind coming to teach her herself.

But she has already done the first day of junior high school, and she is not afraid of doing fifteenth, but she is afraid of scaring the snake.

Everyone likes to have sweet dreams, the more they yearn for it, the more afraid of disappointment, Wen Yao intends to personally break her dream, let her experience the dangers of this world, this is a friendly gift from Wen Yumian's step-sister, Wen Yao.

If you think she's bad, she's an idiot, then she'll be even worse.

If she thinks that Yan Sui is perfect and excellent, then she will ruthlessly drag him off the altar, just like other ordinary men, they will also be seduced by beauty and cannot extricate themselves.

She uses her body as bait to be sure.

"My sister is not young anymore, but you must know how to speak out. My sister has a bad temper. If one day I slap you—" Wen Yao suddenly stretched out her hand in the middle of her sentence, and Wen Yumian was shocked.

Then she smiled and said, "Crack, throw it on my sister's face, don't call it painful."

Wen Yumian gritted her teeth angrily and cursed, "Crazy!"

After speaking, he ran away, as if there was a scourge chasing after him.

After she left, the smile on Wen Yao's face dropped and became gloomy.