marital love

Wen Yao took a nap.

In the evening, I was awakened by bursts of laughter downstairs.

When standing at the stairs, I saw a lot of people coming down the stairs, several senior makeup artists were circling around Wen Yumian.

And Jiang Shuliu was holding one dress after another to Wen Yumian for a competition, with a satisfied smile on her face, her flowers trembling wildly.

Wen Yao looked at it unmoved for a few seconds before going downstairs.

Seeing her coming down, Jiang Shuliu waved to her, with an amiable gesture of a good stepmother: "Yaoyao, come quickly and help your sister to see which one is more suitable to wear to meet the seniors of Yan's family. There are too many dresses, and Aunt Jiang can't choose." Out."

The makeup artist next to her smiled and said, "Miss Wen has a good figure and fair skin, she looks good in anything she wears."

Attracting Jiang Shuliu to go over, "You are the only one who can talk!"

But he couldn't help but be extremely happy.

Wen Yumian had suffered from Wen Yao earlier, but now she is also showing off: "Yes, sister, you are about the same age as me, help me choose this time, next time you want to meet your fiancé's elders, I will also Help you choose."

Wen Yao just stood there watching the mother and daughter singing the oboe, but as the saying goes: do not hit a smiling face with your hand.

Wen Yao was worried that they were not angry enough, so she didn't mind adding fuel to the fire.

She stepped forward, her gaze stayed on Wen Yumian's delicate makeup for half a second, and then she looked at the dresses.

All kinds of high-end dresses, the fabrics are high-quality and expensive, and the styles are even more fashionable. Wen Yao picked out an apricot-colored fishtail-wrapped evening dress with beading, "My sister looks good in this."

Wen Yumian raised her eyes, these were picked from her closet, they were all famous brands, and naturally she liked them, and she was obviously very satisfied with Wen Yao's choice.

"but--"

Wen Yao smiled, and changed the topic abruptly: "This is a tube top, my sister has small breasts, so I'm afraid it won't match up."

Wen Yumian's face froze.

Another pure white vintage v-neck satin dress.

"This one has a narrow waist. My sister's waist seems to be too thick, so I probably won't be able to wear it."

Jiang Shuliu couldn't laugh anymore.

"My sister's butt is a bit big, it doesn't look good in clothes."

"My younger sister is a bit short and has no temperament."

"younger sister……"

"..."

After a while, the faces of Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yao's mother and daughter were too ugly to see, and the makeup artist was even more dumbfounded, so Wen Yao stopped choosing.

All the rejected dresses she selected were mercilessly thrown on the ground.

"younger sister--"

"Enough!" Wen Yumian interrupted excitedly, staring at her viciously.

Jiang Shuliu on the side was also furious, and quickly gave her a look to stop her, not forgetting to maintain her image as a good wife and mother, and pulled the corners of her lips stiffly, "My dear, I don't think you can help Mianmian here, or Let her choose by herself, and you are tired of talking, so go to the side and drink some tea and sit and rest."

Wen Yao was holding an orange dress in her hand, she shook it, blinked innocently, and looked a little sad, "It's a pity, I originally wanted to say that my sister is slightly fat, she must be beautiful in this, she will have a ladylike look, If you don't like it, forget it."

After the words fell, the dress was thrown away.

Landing at her feet, the high heels stepped on her.

Wen Yumian's eyes widened, she stared at her tightly, and clenched her fists tightly.

It was her most beautiful evening dress!

Wen Yao!

She was so angry that she nearly rolled her eyes and passed out.

However, Wen Yao sat firmly on the sofa, straightened the hem of her skirt gracefully, and commanded gently: "Aunt Jiang, please pour me a cup of tea."

Jiang Shuliu turned her back to Wen Yao, with a hint of viciousness flashing in her eyes, holding her breath in her heart, she had to turn around hypocritically, "Okay, Yaoyao."

She poured a cup of tea almost with trembling hands, almost wanting to slam the cup on Wen Yao's vicious face.

Jiang Shuliu was so angry that she wanted to flatter and flatter her, just wait, when her Mian Mian married into the Yan family, it would be the end of her good life for Wen Yao!

After Wen Yumian was fully dressed, Wen Xuemin also came back from the company and hurriedly urged her outside.

Wen Yao carried her handbag and was the first to go out without rushing.

Wen Yumian looked at her back, and complained to Jiang Shuliu unwillingly: "Mom, Wen Yao is simply crazy!"

Jiang Shuliu also thought so, but at this moment she couldn't care about her anymore, and quickly looked at her daughter a few times, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, she took someone out.

"Whatever she does, she won't be happy for long. When you marry Huai Xu, it will not be easy to deal with her. Besides, she has already broken her head. Don't be as knowledgeable as her."

As long as Wen Yumian thinks of Wen Yao's slander against her before, she will feel extremely hateful.

But when she thought about what was going to happen later, she felt better again.

The car drove smoothly, and a group of people arrived at the North Hall.

The North Pavilion is highly regarded as a residence for the upper class, and it is naturally extremely luxurious and magnificent. Just by looking at it, you can feel the unattainableness of this place.

This was Wen Yumian's first visit to the North Pavilion, obviously she couldn't hold back her excitement, but she couldn't help puffing out her chest, like a proud swan, walking like a gust of wind.

Wen Yao walked last, indifferent to everything around him.

Into the box.

She watched Wen Xuemin and Jiang Shuliu flirting with others, and then introduced each other to their seats.

When it was her turn, Wen Yao clearly felt that the elegant-looking woman on the opposite side frowned slightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied with her.

Then it disappeared quickly.

After that, her eyes fell on Wen Yumian, she was very satisfied, with an affectionate smile on her face.

Wen Yao is a very sensitive person, from the words of both parties, she confirmed that the identity of the woman is Yan Sui's aunt.

It's normal to feel disgusted when you hear her name.

——she.

She has always been a child of someone else's family, a notorious woman in Lingchuan, she has no sense of etiquette since she was a child, arrogant and domineering, she is used to messing with men and women, has no self-love, went abroad for two and a half years, and is even more dissolute. False, she never explained, and she didn't even bother to explain.

If in this world she felt sorry for herself because of the denial and ridicule of others' accusations against her, then would she still have to live?

The reason why her reputation has become so bad is naturally because of the wanton smear and embellishment of Wen Yumian and her daughter.

But it doesn't matter, today's protagonist is not her, but the shy Wen Yumian.

"Mianmian, help Huai Xu get some tea." Jiang Shuliu caught a glimpse of Yan Sui's teacup that was about to bottom out, and quickly reminded her.

Wen Yao was not very interested since she took her seat, but she was obedient and did not cause trouble for Wen Xuemin or pick on Wen Yumian.

Hearing the words, he raised his eyes leisurely and looked over.

Wen Yumian shyly poured tea for Yan Sui.

"laugh."

Suddenly, a low laugh sounded from the corner.

It attracted everyone to look over.

Wen Yumian's hand trembled, almost knocking over the teacup.

Fortunately, Jiang Shuliu was quick to help her up.

Before she could speak, Wen Xuemin had already turned around with a cold face, and gave Wen Yao a cool, warning look.

Wen Yao looked back indifferently, and briefly glanced across the cup of tea.

The top-quality Longjing tea has a rich aroma and a mellow taste.

She didn't know whether Wen Yumian was pretending to be stupid or was really stupid. She didn't understand the simple reason why the tea was poured [-]% full and [-]% was left.

Now there is so much tea that it is almost overflowing.

Although she didn't know much about Yan Sui, she was sure that he would never touch that cup of tea again.

Wen Yao lowered her eyes in a good mood, picked up her teacup and shook it lightly, took a sip, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.

The moment he put down the teacup, he inadvertently met the gaze of the last person.

She paused slightly.

From the moment she entered this box, she directly ignored this man with a strong sense of presence.

Despite their intimacy last night.

She likes Jiang Taigong fishing.

No, the wisher took the bait.

She looked back lightly, but there was no hiding the smile in her eyes.

What a coincidence, brother-in-law.

Yan Sui clearly caught her smile, unconsciously touched her fingers a few times, and those dark and deep eyes were full of strangeness.

His eyes flicked across her face, but he spoke to Wen Yumian in a calm voice, "Thank you."

Wen Yumian blushed even more, and replied softly and sweetly: "You're welcome."