marital love

Wen Yao followed the crowd into the venue.

The lights inside are bright, and the voice of the host is transmitted to every corner through the microphone.

Wen Yao's seat was towards the middle of the venue. After she took her seat, she looked around, trying to identify Zong Zhengqing's position.

Searched in a circle, crowded with people, but to no avail.

Also had to give up first.

Now that they have taken the first step, there is no rush for the rest.

After a brief warm-up session, the main topic of the charity dinner began—the auction.

The venue is large, there are many people, the atmosphere is warm, and the applause is thunderous.

Wen Yao was just a spectator and was not interested in the auction items until a glass jade bracelet was listed on the stage.

It is unveiled with a fine ebony bracket.

At first glance, the texture of the bracelet is clear and pure, with a shiny luster under the light, delicate and flawless, innocent and romantic like a child, and pure and clean like a girl, it is a sigh of beauty.

Wen Yao looked familiar, and remembered that her cousin also had a similar one. She liked it so much that she often showed it off to her.

After the host gave a lot of flattering and hype-free praise, he immediately started the auction with the final word.

The starting price is 100 million.

But for a moment it was close to 400 million.

Yet the bids continued.

Seeing that 470 million won, the host repeated for the third time: "470 million three—"

The small hammer in his hand was already raised high, and it fell instantly.

Suddenly a voice broke through: "500 million."

The crowd looked around.

I saw only a raised serial number plate, but I couldn't see the person in the front part of the hall.

The voice was a little familiar.

Wen Yao poked her head slightly, looking for angles from left to right to spy.

The man whose beard was cut off by 470 million continued to bid: "550 million."

Then began the most exciting bidding and bidding session in the venue today.

"600."

"650."

"700."

"..."

The sound of auctions sounded one after another, and the two men seemed to be competing.

One voice was leisurely and unhurried, while the other voice seemed to be angry, gradually bluffing.

After a while, it approached white heat.

Finally, the man whose beard was cut off stood up, looked towards a place, and smiled a little falsely, "Since this gentleman likes it so much, then I will let go and enjoy the beauty of an adult."

The man who had just shouted 1000 million also stood up, with the same smile on his face, extremely relaxed, "That's not necessary, if you like, you can continue to bid, it's all about fair competition, but no matter how much the price of this bracelet is, today It is also in my pocket."

The words fell into an uproar.

Those who understand one of these words can hear the sarcasm. After all, the one with the highest price wins. Most of them choose to give up, which is naturally beyond the budget. They feel that it is not worth it, but the money is not enough.

The second is unavoidable to be a bit aggressive and provocative, as if playing tricks, since it is inevitable, you don't care about the price, it can be seen that the family is rich, and the shot is so generous, it is really extremely arrogant.

The man who planned to be beautiful as an adult immediately turned ugly, and it was difficult to vent in public, so he sat down with a perfunctory smile and anger.

I just feel bad luck.

Immediately the bracelet was auctioned off at a price of 1000 million.

Because the bidder stood up, Wen Yao was able to see clearly.

It was the man who stood beside Zong Zhengqing and made sarcastic remarks to her.

Now it's another set of slaps in the face with yin and yang meanings, which makes Wen Yao raise her eyebrows and smile.

This man is quite interesting.

It was also because of this action that she confirmed Zong Zhengqing's position.

After the auction is over.

Wen Yao waited outside the hall for the people inside to appear.

I didn't see Zongzheng Qing people.

Later, I saw a man walking out in a hurry holding the bracelet.

Wen Yao looked at the man, it was an unfamiliar face, a middle-aged man.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward, "I'm sorry, this gentleman—"

The middle-aged man paused, then turned sideways and asked politely: "Miss, what's the matter?"

Wen Yao looked at him calmly, then smiled and said, "Is the owner of this bracelet in your hand a Mr. Zongzheng?"

The other party was obviously surprised by her question, and calmed down in an instant, "Yes."

Wen Yao: "It's like this. I had a little accident with Mr. Zongzheng before, and I accidentally spilled red wine on Mr. Zongzheng. I am very sorry for this. If possible, I would like to express my apology to him in person. .”

The middle-aged man is Zong Zhengqing's assistant. He knew that Mr. Zongzheng had changed his clothes before, and he also heard from Mr. Zongzheng's friend that there was a woman who acted recklessly and tried to touch porcelain.

After thinking about it, he smiled slightly: "I need to ask Mr. about this matter before I give Ms. an answer."

In fact, the implication is obvious, expressing rejection.

Wen Yao could hear it, but pretended not to understand, instead she smiled: "That's good, I'll wait for you here."

The other party was slightly startled, but still politely said: "Then I have to call Mr.

Wen Yao made a gesture: "Please."

Seeing the middle-aged man walk away, Wen Yao was slightly relieved.

After a while, he turned around, "Miss, please come with me."

In Wen Yao's vision, what she did today should not be successful, but close successes and failures accounted for [-]% each.

Unexpectedly, it would go so smoothly, and the brows could not help but be stained with joy.

The smile on the corner of his lips became stronger, "Okay."

It turned out that after the auction ended, Zong Zhengqing took the inner elevator upstairs.

"Miss, this way please."

Turn left and right.

Walk through the long and magnificent corridor, and finally stop in front of a room door.

Wen Yao held her breath and walked in.

Like the interior furnishings of a business office, it reveals rigor and aloofness.

Going further in, she saw a person sitting on the sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

very quiet.

He looked out of the window quietly, with a flat sitting posture. He didn't know what he was looking at. The angle of his side face was quiet and deep.

Wen Yao couldn't help slowing down her pace until she got closer.

The other party looked at her seriously, but also noticed her approaching, turned to look at her, and smiled very faintly: "You are here."

Very easy-going tone.

Wen Yao froze, not missing the silent sadness flowing in his eyes, she clenched her fingertips tightly as if her throat was being strangled.

"Mr. Zongzheng."

Zong Zhengqing stood up, "I heard from Ah Ren that you have something to do with me."

He poured her a cup of tea and gestured with his hand, "Sit down."

Wen Yao recognized that the Aren he was talking about was the middle-aged man.

Sit down beside him.

The delicate teacup was pushed over from the coffee table.

I could smell it from the moment she came in.

Very familiar taste, slightly astringent, rich and clear bitterness, more pungent.

Kudingcha.

As its name suggests, one of the most bitter teas.

She doesn't know much about tea, and she was able to tell the difference because her cousin, Guan Siruo, has studied tea to some extent. Although she is young, she likes to use tea to discuss Taoism and health preservation.

Wen Yao was once forced to try tea under the pressure of her cousin. The first time she tasted Kuding tea, she was so bitter that she burst into tears, and was complained by her cousin that she didn't understand how to appreciate it.

Later, she also tasted it a few times, so she was very impressed.

"Kuding tea."

Zongzhengqing looked at her like an accident, with a few shallow smiles, "You know?"

His forehead is wide open, because he is smiling, although it is very light, there are still a few shallow crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.

It is the years that have left traces on him, but it still keeps his demeanor and charm.

Wen Yao sat down properly, like a junior who listened obediently to the elders, "I can smell it."

She then brought up more topics that could bring the distance closer, "Does Mr. Zongzheng like it too?"

He lowered his head to refill his teacup with rich and mellow tea, drooping his eyes as he brushed wisps of hot mist, his eyes were gentle, as if reminiscing and pampering, "My wife likes it, and I learned from her."

Wen Yao was briefly absent-minded, thinking of his late wife.

When she raised her eyes to look at him again, she deeply and truly realized that her so-called methods would not be of any use to him.

I also understood what Ye Zhi said at the time, why he was more difficult to deal with than Yan Sui.

Because he is a man with a story.

A man who is truly mature, affectionate, polished and polished by a long time, has a very stable calm and calm, a man who exudes elegance and humility from his bones and a little bit of coolness.

Wen Yao felt despicable and guilty for what she had thought before.

She stretched out her hand to pick up the cup of tea, and took a sip.

I haven't tasted it for a long time, and I remember that the last time I tasted Kudingcha was in her year.

After the college entrance examination, I went back to my grandmother’s country that summer vacation. Under the luxuriant grape arbor, I counted the stars and fed the mosquitoes. My cousin told her about her love affairs, said she wanted to get married, and took her to drink all night. Different tea, after that they were awake all night, ran rebelliously to other people's fields to steal watermelons, were chased by dogs all the way, and finally escaped, the next day grandma learned about it and scolded them, went to apologize and deal with the aftermath, then faced the wall and thought for a long time .

Tea, first bitter and then slightly sweet.

Wen Yao recalls bitterness but also sweetness.

"Miss……"

After being absent-minded for too long, Zong Zhengqing called him twice before he could react.

She smiled apologetically, put down the teacup, "Say it."

"I don't know Miss's last name yet."

Wen Yao generously introduced herself: "My surname is Wen, Wen Yao, slim and slim."

He praised: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so good, it's a good name."

Wen Yao: "I think so too."

Probably because of her frankness and honesty, his smile deepened.

Obviously happy.

It is also very courteous and reciprocal, "Zongzheng is clear, the surname is Zongzheng, and the single character is clear."

She did not hesitate to praise: "Mr. Zongzheng's name is also very good, it suits you very well."

He seemed interested, so he asked, "How do you say it?"

Wen Yao looked out the french windows, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, in Kizhou in May, with the change of seasons, the days are getting longer and the nights are getting shorter.

At this point in time, the sun had just set, and the rays of light were overwhelming, reflecting on his back and between the tips of his hair, the light and shadow flickered, peaceful and warm.

She stared at it for a moment, then slowly retracted her gaze, her eyes were slightly bent, and her voice was gentle: "Qing, the phonetic character, is opposite to the turbidity of everything in the world, clean and thorough, the water is clear, clean and holy."

She paused for a while, and then said slowly: "Mr. Zongzheng gives me the feeling like this."

There was one more word she didn't say.

The bright moon is shining, and the clear spring stone is flowing.

Like the bright moon, the pine wood washed by the rain, and the clear spring are all spotless.

Because she was not familiar with him, she didn't want him to think that she was planning for quick success.

There is less rhetoric similar to nobleness, which makes it easier to communicate and get along.

"Miss Wen's speech is very pleasant."

Thinking of something, he looked back at the sky and said calmly, "My wife is also like this."

Wen Yao's heart skipped a beat in vain, and his face changed slightly.

Then he stood up.

Against the light, the figure is tall and straight, tall and tall, and the shadow is reflected quietly and silently on the mottled ground, so silent.

Wen Yao looked over and pursed her lips slightly.

Xiaguang should be full of heat, but his figure fell in Wen Yao's eyes. Although it was pleasing to the eye, it was full of coldness and loneliness.

Wen Yao also got up, and her lips parted slightly: "I don't know if you have the honor to invite Mr. Zongzheng to dinner."

Worried about his refusal, she put forward a suitable reason: "It's as if I accidentally soiled Mr. Zongzheng's clothes before, and apologized, and it was also for Mr. Zongzheng's help, so I would like to express my gratitude."

"Feel sorry."

He refused.

Turn around.

"I will leave Jizhou soon, and there is not much time left to accompany Ms. Wen to have dinner."

Wen Yao couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or disappointment, "It's okay, if there is a chance, we will meet again next time."

Zong Zhengqing gave her this opportunity.

He handed her his business card.

Wen Yao took it.

The business card is cool, smooth, and thin. The tentacles have a very comfortable and cold texture. The material is exquisite and sophisticated. It is printed with his name, neat fonts, and his contact information.

Wen Yao guessed that this should be private.

Anyway, something to gain today.

One should not be too greedy.

Know how to restrain and stop when enough is enough.

"Okay, see you next time then."

After a while, Wen Yao left with him.

The two stepped into the elevator.

No one spoke.

For unknown reasons, Wen Yao broke the silence for no reason and asked him: "The bracelet that Mr. Zongzheng auctioned off today is very beautiful."

He stood beside her with a tall figure, keeping a polite distance from her, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes when he heard the sound, "That belongs to my wife."

Wen Yao didn't ask any more questions.

From his conversations, he mentioned his wife many times, always referring to him as "my wife".

It is conceivable that the couple have a deep relationship.

It's a pity that man and nature are separated forever.

Thinking about it, Wen Yao couldn't help feeling a pity.

She heard Shen Zhuowei kindly reminded her that Zong Zhengqing had no intention of marrying another wife, which meant to save her from thinking of marrying him in a second marriage.

Wen Yao didn't take it seriously at first, but now she can understand it.

Seeing that the elevator was about to reach the floor, Wen Yao calmed down and took a step forward.

Not wanting to suddenly lose her footing, she let out a soft cry and subconsciously fell to the side.

Being supported by Qing, the man fell from the top of his head in a low voice, "Pay attention to your feet."

Before, Wen Yao deliberately wanted to fall and took the opportunity to approach, but this time he really didn't stand firmly.

When she heard this, she lowered her head and found a black bottle cap under her high heels.

"Thank you." Wen Yao was a little embarrassed, and was pulling out her supported arm cautiously.

"Ding--"

The elevator responded.

A persuasive gaze that cannot be ignored suddenly fell on her.

Wen Yao was slightly stunned, and looked back.

The smooth and cool elevator door slowly parted from it, revealing the man's clear face.

Those thick black eyes were inexplicably cold.

……

Wen Yao didn't expect that she would meet Yan Sui head-on in this posture of half leaning on someone else.