marital love

Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian walked to Wen Xuemin's side first.

Jiang Shuliu stepped forward to catch Wen Xuemin's arm, and said with a soft smile, "Honey, I'm here."

"coming?"

Wen Xuemin paused for a moment, then turned around, just in time to see Wen Yao walking over.

A flash of surprise and appreciation flashed in front of his eyes, and even deep relief.

Jiang Shuliu saw it in her eyes, her nails sank into her hands, and she was about to scrape off a layer of skin.

She suppressed the hatred and embarrassment in her eyes, and put on a smile, her face was kind and benevolent.

Wen Xuemin was very satisfied with Wen Yao's outfit today, and felt that his face was especially radiant.

He greeted her with a smile, and introduced her with a patient and gentle tone: "Yaoyao, this is your Uncle Gu, the initiator of tonight's reception, come, call someone."

Wen Yao was unmoved by Wen Xuemin's enthusiasm, but she also gave him a little fluff, followed him and pushed Jiang Shuliu who was next to him away.

She looked at the mature middle-aged man in front of her calmly, with a gentle smile on her face, "Hello, Uncle Gu."

When I heard the surname, I thought of the person named Gu Xun that Wen Yumian mentioned earlier.

Presumably it was a father-son relationship.

Gu Xuanhe looked at Wen Yao with a smile on his face, "You are good, you have grown up so much, you really look like your mother."

As soon as these words came out, except for Wen Yao, everyone's expressions froze.

Especially Jiang Shuliu, who seemed to have been slapped severely.

I dare not speak out when I am angry.

Wen Yao was slightly surprised, "Uncle Gu, do you know my mother?"

With today's status, Gu Xuanhe naturally didn't realize or worry about who his words would offend, and he didn't even care at all.

He said frankly: "I know, why don't you know, your mother was famous for being beautiful at that time, and I even hugged you when you were young!"

Wen Yao has no memory, at least before today, she didn't know the person in front of her.

But hearing what he said, the smile on Wen Yao's face became a little more sincere.

Seeing that the topic was getting off track, Wen Xuemin had no choice but to come out to smooth things over, "Is Gu Xun here too? It just so happens that the two children get to know each other, so we can have a chance to get to know each other better."

Gu Xuanhe also had this idea, raised his hand to call for the waiter, and gave orders.

Not long after, a young man walked over here.

Wen Yao looked up. The man was tall and thin in a suit and leather shoes. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Gu Xun.

These two words involuntarily appeared in Wen Yao's mind.

Guess this is probably the focus of tonight.

The man approached him politely, "Father."

Then he looked at Wen Xuemin, "Uncle Wen."

When he retracted his gaze, he glanced at Wen Yao lightly from the corner of his eye, with a slight smile.

Wen Yao smiled politely.

But in my heart I sneered again and again.

Thinking that Jiang Shuliu's calculation is really good, I'm afraid she will compare Wen Yumian to the past.

From Shen Zhuowei to Gu Xun, the former has a humble status and is younger than her, and has a lot of bad news; while the latter is ordinary and does not know how capable he is. In terms of appearance alone, Yan Sui can beat him by ten blocks.

Jiang Shuliu took the opportunity to step forward, separated Wen Yao and Wen Xuemin again, and said with a smile: "Yaoyao, this is Gu Xun, you are about the same age, why don't you take this opportunity to chat and get to know each other better."

She almost pushed Wen Yao forward.

Wen Yao hid aside without a trace, looked at Gu Xun, "Hello."

The other party chuckled, "It's our first meeting, Miss Wen, hello."

He said and held out his hand to her.

Wen Yao looked at it, and also stretched out her hand.

After a brief contact, Wen Yao's face changed slightly, and before he had time to feel it, the hand left.

She withdrew her hand and twisted her palms, only to feel a chill rushing up.

I went to check the man's face, but I couldn't see any emotion, so I couldn't help but wonder if I was thinking too much.

Wen Xuemin and Gu Xuanhe couldn't help smiling when they saw that they were still strangers, leaving space for the two juniors.

Wen Yumian also left.

She was two steps behind Jiang Shuliu, and when she caught up with her, she had a smug smile on her face and lowered her voice, "Mom, will Wen Yao really marry that Gu Xun?"

She saw that this person called Gu Xun was completely incomparable with Yan Sui, and the Gu family was not comparable to the Yan family at all. As long as she thought that Wen Yao would be shorter than her in the future, she would feel excited.

Jiang Shuliu was determined to win, "Of course."

It doesn't matter how beautiful Guan Jiarong is, the daughter she gave birth to is not suppressed by her.

I felt aggrieved before, but now I feel elated.

After Wen Xuemin and his party left.

Gu Xun's eyes lingered on Wen Yao unabashedly, and after a few moments, he praised her with satisfaction, "Miss Wen is very beautiful tonight."

"Thank you."

Wen Yao's indifferent response seemed to have no desire to continue the conversation.

But the other party didn't seem to be perfunctory, or in other words, didn't pay attention to her indifferent gesture.

She said kindly: "Not only is she beautiful, but even Miss Wen's hands are extraordinarily soft to the touch."

A cold light appeared in Wen Yao's eyes.

I didn't feel wrong before.

When shaking hands with him, his fingertips brushed her palm, as if teasing.

The corners of her lips were slightly curved, and her voice was alienated and disgusted, "Mr. Gu is not bad, he spent a lot of money on maintenance, right?"

Being ridiculed coldly by her, Gu Xun was not annoyed, instead he was smiling, with interest in his eyes under the lens, "Of course I can't compare to Miss Wen."

"Oh, so Mr. Gu is a Geng this year?"

"The year of standing."

He's about the same age, seven years older than her.

Fortunately, Jiang Shuliu was able to speak out.

Her question was not polite, Gu Xun accepted it without changing his face.

It felt like Wen Yao had punched the cotton.

She was sulking, but the other party remained calm and self-possessed, as if she was a clown jumping up and down.

"Is it."

"Where's Miss Wen?"

Wen Yao didn't intend to answer, nor did she have the consciousness of reciprocating courtesy.

Just as he was about to make an excuse to leave, he didn't want melodious music to suddenly sound in the banquet hall.

She paused slightly.

A hand was stretched out towards her in front of her eyes, with a very standard and gentlemanly posture, "Miss Wen, can you do me a favor and dance with Gu?"

There are already people dancing around, and the atmosphere is very good.

Wen Yao didn't move.

Gu Xun didn't take back his hand either.

He looked at her with straight eyes and a smile.

Two words crossed Wen Yao's mind: hypocrisy.

But he handed over his hand generously, "Okay."

The hand fell on the man's palm, and was caressed by his fingertips inadvertently. Wen Yao endured the discomfort, and the smile on her face became even brighter.

She kindly reminded: "I don't know how to dance very much, Mr. Gu, please take care of me."

"Should be."

However, Wen Yao verified her "not very good", and she stepped on Gu Xun's shoes.

At first the man tolerated and comforted her to take her time.

After a few times, his face darkened a little.

However, Wen Yao had an innocent attitude, blinked and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Gu, I stepped on you again."

The high-heeled shoes she wore tonight were eight centimeters high, thin and long, and fell on the man's leather shoes, making a dent every time she stepped on them.

Gu Xun's dark eyes were blocked by the glasses, and he said softly: "It's okay, since Miss Wen can't, Gu doesn't mind teaching you more."

After the words fell, she felt that the hand on her shoulder tightened a little.

Wen Yao frowned slightly, and at the moment when the dance music was up and down, she stepped up.

The man set up his defenses early and took her to the side.

Wen Yao didn't react, and immediately tilted his foot.

Taking advantage of the situation, the man's hand fell on her waist, holding it firmly, as if smiling, "Miss Wen, be careful."

Wen Yao's back was stiff, and then he was taken back by Gu Xun.

Looking from a distance, it seems that she threw herself into his arms, with a gesture of love and concubine.

After all, Wen Yao underestimated himself.

In terms of absolute suppression of strength, she will have no room to resist.

As soon as the song ended, she was touched and scratched by Gu Xun as if nothing, making her extremely disgusted.

Unable to stay for a moment, there was no longer a devious expression on his face, and he said coldly: "Mr. Gu, excuse me."

Gu Xun stared at the figure of the woman leaving hurriedly.

He lowered his head and swept over his hand, there seemed to be a touch of slippery residue on it, which made him very satisfied.

When he turned around, a stare came straight and cold.

He looked up, and met a pair of dark, gloomy and cruel eyes, so the smile on the corner of his lips became wider.

He stepped forward and greeted politely, "Brother, you are here."