marital love

Wen Yao did not receive a response from her cousin Guan Siruo the next morning.

After waiting until three o'clock in the afternoon, she began to worry.

The cousin couldn't get through on the phone, and she was a little worried, so she finally called her uncle.

Her relationship with her uncle is extremely close.

To be more precise, she and her mother's natal family got along very friendly, while Wen Xuemin's side was the complete opposite.

Uncle's voice still sounded bright and friendly, "You girl, now I have time to call my uncle. I asked you to come over to play a while ago, but you still refused to go to the Three Treasures Hall because you have nothing to do?"

Wen Yao smiled, she didn't feel anything wrong with being exposed, she said softly and coquettishly, "Uncle, didn't I miss you, I will return to Jindu in a while, and I was indeed not free before."

After a pause of two seconds, she asked, "Cousin, has she returned from her round-the-world trip? I called her and she didn't answer. Have you guys been in touch?"

The uncle said kindly: "That girl is still wild, she must have gotten carried away with playing, and forgot about her family and these relatives and friends."

It sounded like she was complaining, but her voice was full of doting.

Wen Yao couldn't help but smile, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

Even across the phone, my uncle probably guessed if she had encountered any difficulties, so he asked.

Wen Yao hesitated for a moment, but finally did not hide anything and told him.

Hearing that it was just an invitation letter for a charity dinner, the uncle raised his voice and said, "What's the matter, uncle will prepare it for you later, as many as you want."

The stone in Wen Yao's heart suddenly fell to the ground, "Thank you uncle."

"Boss Guan?" came a questioning voice from over there.

As soon as Wen Yao heard it, he knew that his uncle was going to be busy, so he didn't bother him any more, and ended the call with his uncle after a few short sentences.

Before the sun set, Wen Yao got two invitations to the charity dinner.

She asked Ye Zhi whether she would go or not.

The other party refused.

She didn't try to persuade her anymore, and kept the invitation letter properly.

Arrived in Kishu by car the next day.

The place where the charity dinner was held was in a hotel. Although it was not comparable to the North Pavilion, the venue was extremely large, magnificent and luxurious.

Opening time is [-]:[-] pm.

Wen Yao didn't rush to go, but flipped through the pitifully few files on the phone.

About Zongzheng Qing.

Although he is a well-known figure in the financial circle, he is very low-key. There is not a single photo of him on the Internet, and there are only long praises and songs about his deeds.

The circles are different, the land boundaries are different, what Wen Yao understands is naturally only sporadic.

It is known that his surname is Zongzheng, his name is Qing, he is 33 years old, married and widowed, graduated from a famous school, and works as the chairman of a certain company.

There is a photo in Wen Yao's mobile phone, which was sent to her by Shen Zhuowei.

It's a profile photo, the lens is far away, and it's a bit blurry. It can be seen clearly that the man's face is handsome, but if you look closely, you can't see anything.

According to Shen Zhuowei, this photo was carefully and secretly taken by a fan of Zong Zhengqing. He bought it at a high price and asked Wen Yao to pay for it.

The asking price is 300 million.

Wen Yao sneered, and was so angry that he instantly blocked the friend who had just added him on the spot.

He also urged Ye Zhi to break up with this cunning villain, Shen Zhuowei immediately became good, and told her kindly that Zong Zhengqing had a tattoo on his hand.

On his ring finger, the blue one is very conspicuous.

This is considered reliable news.

Wen Yao is not the kind of person who likes to beat mandarin ducks with sticks, so she reluctantly spared him.

There was still half an hour before the charity dinner officially kicked off.

It's five o'clock, too early to say.

Guessing that I probably don't have much interest in eating at the dinner party, I first went to the branch of the dessert shop under the Jizhou Wenjia Qiming Food Company to buy some desserts and do a field trip by the way.

She sat in the dessert shop for 15 minutes.

Today is not a holiday.

At this point in time, some companies that were early had already closed get off work. Logically speaking, the dessert shop at the intersection was not overcrowded, but it was not empty.

During the ten minutes she sat in the store, only two or three people came in to shop here and there.

Wherever she looked, the shopping guides in the store were lazily doing business, either as an excuse to go to the bathroom, or quietly avoiding the direction of the surveillance, taking out their mobile phones to play.

Occasionally someone came in, and even the words "Welcome" sounded very weak.

The longer the time stayed, the tighter Wen Yao's eyebrows frowned.

If she hadn't been free today, and she hadn't really taken power in Qiming, none of the people in the store today would be able to stay.

Wen Yao glanced at the time, got up and left.

The footsteps just reached the door.

Then I heard a dissatisfied voice behind me: "The woman sat in our store for a long time just now, even if she was using the air conditioner, she didn't need to do this, she only spent so much, just bought a small cake..."

Another bit sharper also came out: "She kept looking around and I thought she was going to steal something, but she looks like a good skin."

"If you know people, face, but don't know heart, then who knows. Hey, I'm so annoying, I just saw on the Internet that my fan's idol is in love, oh my god, his girlfriend is so ugly..."

Wen Yao clenched her handbag tightly, endured it, and never looked back.

After taking a deep breath, he left the dessert shop.

Hauled a car and headed to a charity dinner.
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The venue is large, which means that it is not easy to find people.

Moreover, she is not familiar with Zong Zhengqing, and has never met in person. The thin information also put her on the iron plate. She didn't understand deeply, and she was even more uncertain.

After thinking about it, she didn't know what excuse to use to get close to him.

Had to plan to play by ear.

From the moment Wen Yao entered the arena, he set his sights on all the men around him, went around and excluded some of them.

For example, those who are too short and thin, and whose facial features are not outstanding.

Then it stayed in their hands.

After staring at her for a long time, not only Wen Yao herself felt strange, but also someone noticed her gaze and stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

One by one was rejected by Wen Yao with a faint smile.

After walking around for half a circle, Wen Yao was a little tired in her high heels, and walked towards the rest area with her wine glass in her hand, intending to rest for a while before finding someone.

Along the way, she never stopped looking at her.

carefully.

Expectations again and again, disappointments again and again.

No.

Not like.

There are no tattoos on the hands.

Wen Yao let out a heavy breath, the disappointment on her face hard to hide.

"Mr. Zongzheng—"

Suddenly, Wen Yao paused, a little suspicious of her ears.

The whole person froze in place.

Immediately, sharp eyes swept around.

They passed nervously one by one.

Then, her eyes froze for a moment.

His eyes passed through the crowds of people, and stopped not far away, on the tall and straight black figure.

Nothing can be seen behind, only the tall and straight figure of the man.

However, Wen Yao's heart skipped a beat, inexplicably, a sense of determination arose, she walked towards that direction, her pace getting faster and faster.

Seeing approaching.

The man suddenly turned his lower body.

Holding a glass of champagne in his hand, his slender and clear right hand was exposed with his movements, and exposed to Wen Yao's vision.

She suddenly shrank her pupils.

She recognized his outline.

And the cyan tattoo on the ring finger!
Wen Yao's heart beat suddenly and violently, she couldn't suppress her excitement, she stared intently again to make sure that she wasn't dazzled.

One second, two seconds, five seconds.

She watched the man raise his hand high and sip the wine, his movements were reserved and elegant.

The ring-shaped tattoo swayed up and down.

Wen Yao smiled in satisfaction.

He stopped and did not move forward.

Zong Zhengqing.

She finally found it.

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

He also bowed his head and drank red wine lightly.

She pointed the red wine glass at the figure of the man, made a gesture, and then shook it, there was still a lot of wine in it.

Thinking of something, she raised the corner of her mouth, looking very lazy and comfortable.

Before, she tried every means to figure out how to get close to Zong Zhengqing, but she had no clue.

And now, she thought of it.

She didn't get close, and she didn't have the intention to rest. She was worried that if she stared too long, the other party would notice something, so she just looked over from time to time.

Follow in his footsteps.

Watch him greet others, talk and laugh happily.

Everyone called him "Mr. Zongzheng" politely.

Four words.

Show respect and compliment.

Not bad for being a bigwig in the financial circle.

No matter how low-key he is, his status is still dreadful.

Followed for about 5 minutes.

Wen Yao turned to another direction.

Only then did he really see the man's face clearly.

He has very handsome and magnanimous features, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a faint and polite smile on his face, and a calm, elegant and easy-going demeanor.

Wen Yao involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.

About to be aware of her gaze, the man raised his eyes a little, and looked over with no emotion.

Wen Yao subconsciously turned her head and looked at each other briefly.

But it caused her to have an inexplicable emotion in her heart, like a thin layer of fog.

Before coming here, Wen Yao tried to use the method she used on Yan Sui on Zong Zhengqing again.

After all, she is beautiful and proud.

She is confident about it.

But when she met the man's eyes that were as calm as the sea, as if they could contain everything, Wen Yao strangely stopped her previous restless heart.

A 33-year-old man with a mature temperament and sufficient experience, he also shows a gentlemanly demeanor in his gestures.

It seems that Wen Yao can't find a reason to "stain" him.

But there is a phenomenon: if the school can't teach it, the elders at home can't teach it, then let the reality teach.

She has to bow her head and do whatever it takes to achieve her goal, even though it is despicable.

Wen Yao stabilized her mind and tested the distance from the corner of her eye.

Then step forward.

The high-heeled shoes landed, and the movement was crisp.

Da da da.
The next second, her feet suddenly twisted——

"careful!"

I don't know who shouted something.

The red wine in Wen Yao's hand suddenly spilled out.

"Wow!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of the wine glass falling to the ground and Wen Yao's exclamation sounded at the same time.

Wen Yao's figure was unstable and she was about to fall to the ground.

A strong arm stretched out to support her waist, holding her firmly.

Wen Yao crashed into a chest full of Zen fragrance, her breath was deep and restrained, carrying a faint bitterness.

Wen Yao raised her eyes in panic, and met the man's quiet and deep eyes.

"Feel sorry--"

She stood up straight with the help of the man's arm, her face full of apology and remorse, and her palm touched a spot of wetness, which contained a strong smell of alcohol.

"I'm sorry sir, I accidentally slipped just now." Wen Yao moved her lips timidly, the worry and guilt in her eyes were clear.

She looked at the wine on his arms and chest, most of it splashed into his arms, the black suit fabric absorbed the wine stains, and the white shirt on the chest was red, which was extremely eye-catching.

"No problem."

Zong Zhengqing withdrew his hand, his eyes lightly fell on her face, and then moved down, reminding in a clear and textured voice: "Be careful where you step."

Wen Yao followed.

The wine glass shattered, splashing glass shards.

This was considered a thrilling scene, which attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

The person who chatted with Zong Zhengqing before stepped forward, "Is there anything wrong?"

Zong Zhengqing withdrew his gaze and shook his head lightly.

That person deliberately scolded Wen Yao for not paying attention to her walks, seeing her beautiful face, which was blushing with embarrassment at this moment, and restrained, her eyes were moist and bright, and swallowed everything she said.

Just said: "It's fine if nothing happens."

Then ordered someone to deal with it.

Zong Zhengqing followed the man and left.

Wen Yao chased after him, "Sir——"

Zongzhengqing stopped and turned his face.

There was some doubt in his eyes.

Wen Yao pinched her palm with her fingers, tried to make her words sound less disturbing, stared at him seriously, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, sir. If you don't mind, I will I want to apologize to you in compensation."

"compensate?"

——This was not what Zong Zhengqing said.

It was the man next to him, with a narrow and ironic tone.

His eyes fell on Wen Yao, as if he had seen through her tricks.

Undoubtedly, they regarded her as a person who was following her up and down with evil intentions.

Although Wen Yao is indeed the case.

Although the situation was very abrupt and impolite, it also seemed very scheming and even clichéd.

But Wen Yao could only do this.

Wen Yao didn't listen to the man's words, but looked at Zong Zhengqing.

Her eyes were clear without any impurities.

"No need."

Wen Yao's eyes moved slightly.

She is not considered a voice controller, but she has always admired and favored men with beautiful voices.

It's just two words, the pronunciation is clear and standard, the tone is low, like the wind blowing through the spring water in the mountains, it is fascinating, but it calms down unconsciously.

When the words fell, Zongzheng Qing stepped up.

The other man's eyes stayed on her for two more seconds before following her.

Wen Yao involuntarily moved her steps shallowly.

Finally stop.

She looked at the tall figure, which gradually drifted away and disappeared in her eyes.
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Song Yicen withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, and raised his eyebrows calmly.

When the person came back, he said, "I seem to have seen someone just now."

Yan Sui: "Who?"

Song Yicen looked at him, holding a smile that was not a smile, and deliberately went around in circles with him, "The one who showed you the room."

Yan Sui glanced at him coldly.

Song Yicen raised his voice slightly: "Don't believe me?"

Yan Sui said silently about this.

Song Yicen paused for two seconds, and said in a leisurely manner: "It seems that I was stepping on the height of hate and didn't walk steadily. I fell into the arms of a man, and I apologized eagerly."

As he said that, he paused, and said in a low tone: "I don't know if I've sprained it, but I hate the sky..."

Yan Suiwei frowned invisibly, and stopped him: "I don't want to hear it."

Song Yicen smiled, "It's just a casual talk, you are more serious."

He looked around, and there were crowds of people moving in the same direction one after another, "Let's go, it's time to enter."

Yan Sui nodded, "Yes."

While walking, the face in the hospital that was so painful that the corners of the eyes were red from crying because of being pressed by the doctor for examination appeared in my mind.

Silently pursed his lower lip.

Remember to eat but not beat, sprains are self-inflicted.