Everyone else is lying that my wife is my enemy

The two villains in Wenrong's heart fought repeatedly, one was like a soldier in front of the charge shouting loudly, and the other was like a polite civil servant holding a scroll in his hand and reciting silently: courtesy first, soldiers later.

Although she didn't know what it meant, the struggling Wen Rong still insisted, "Okay, Mrs. Zhang said, 'Wen Rong who wakes up early has delicious food'. Now that I'm awake, I have to leave the room."

Gu Jin was honest this time: "But your breakfast depends on me."

Wenrong: ...

"That's not okay. Laying in bed is a bad habit. From now on, you have to go to bed early and get up early, so you can't let go of your good time in youth." Wen Rong taught Gu Jin seriously, not caring what he did in the past.

Gu Jin didn't bother her, "Okay, serious people, go wash up."

Wen Rong withdrew her hand, turned and left with an upright look on her face, but looking at her back, she felt like she was fleeing.

In the spacious bathroom, Wen Rong took out the toothbrush she brought and brushed her teeth in the mirror.

Staring at himself in the mirror with slightly disheveled hair, when is it appropriate for Project Wenrong to be a decent person.

First of all, as a modern intellectual who doesn't believe in ghosts and ghosts, Wen Rong, a materialist who doesn't believe in coincidences, feels the need to look through the almanac and pick a good day.

Then, there must be a beautiful and special environment, accompanied by soothing and romantic music, and everything that happens after returning home will fall into place.

Context is key.

Wen Rong picked up the toothbrush cup, rinsed his mouth and continued to conceive.

The location should be romantic, for example, in front of the musical fountain, after a confession, the surrounding lights suddenly lit up, and the musical fountain sprayed out various shapes, with lights, colorful, romantic and illusory.

In other words, standing in front of the French windows on the top floor of a high-rise building, overlooking the bustling land, looking directly at the stars and the moon in the dark night, as soon as the words of confession fell, they kissed in the gorgeous fireworks outside the window.

what.

So beautiful.

After brushing her teeth, Wen Rong put the toothbrush cup into the cabinet and left the bathroom.

The serious person has already planned everything in his heart, and when he comes to the room, he picks up his phone and continues to watch the unfinished CP clips.

"Fluff."

Wen Rong heard Gu Jin calling her, and took off the earphones, "What's wrong?"

"It's time for breakfast." Gu Jin was still wearing an apron, and changed into blue home clothes. He was cold and elegant, sweeping away his sexy and provocative appearance last night.

Wen Rong prefers this kind of Gu Jin, and of course she won't hate the one last night.

"Okay." Wen Rong put down his phone, went to the dining table with Gu Jin, looked at the millet porridge that Gu Jin carefully cooked on the white porcelain plate on the table, and felt a kind of family atmosphere.

Gu Jin who was standing next to him put his hands behind his back to untie the knot. Seeing this, Wen Rong helped her untie it. After several twists and turns, he untied a simple knot.

"All right."

Wen Rong rubbed her hands excitedly, just now she felt like a family member, there was no fantasy romance, no memorable event, but this small first time brought her a subtle feeling.

Maybe you can record the first time cooking for each other, the first time helping each other comb their hair...

It might be wonderful.

Seeing the yellow millet porridge, Wen Rong's appetite was whetted. He lightly scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and the light and sweet taste melted on the tip of his tongue.

Knowing that Wen Rong doesn't like bland things, Gu Jin specially added more sugar.

Although this is not Wen Rong's favorite food, it was cooked by Miss Gu Jin herself, and Wen Rong, who was full of joy, quickly finished the bowl of porridge.

"Delicious." Wen Rong thought about the nice words, which were rainbow farts in other people's mouths.

"This is the best millet porridge I've ever eaten." Wen Rong couldn't think of anything else, so she could only sigh from the bottom of her heart.

Gu Jin put one hand on the table, and there was still half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, "Do you still remember the taste you ate before?"

Wen Rong touched her hair, she really didn't remember.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I remember this thing."

She smiled sweetly at Gu Jin, "Anyway, it's delicious."

Infected by Gu Jin's gentle smile, the corners of Gu Jin's lips raised.

·

Wen Rong stayed at Gu Jin's house for a whole day, practicing the content of acting. Gu Jin also explained the latter part of the content to her. Wen Rong studied with an open mind and benefited a lot.

Gu Jin's intention was to let Wen Rong stay at home longer, but Wen Rong, a decent person, was worried that she would break the seriousness of her cultivation, so she insisted on going back to the apartment, and Gu Jin followed her.

At night, looking up at the sky, the sky is not vast, and it is blocked by the surrounding high-rise buildings, as if it has become a living square.

Wen Rong got out of the car, waved goodbye to Gu Jin, watched the car window slowly close, the glass window concealed Gu Jin's momentary expression of loneliness.

Wen Rong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Wen Rong, who was full of thoughts, walked into the elevator, and the elevator rose slowly. She made up her mind to start the confession plan as soon as possible.

only……

What form should I use?Where and what do I need to prepare?

Just when he was puzzled, the elevator stopped suddenly and reached the fifth floor.

Wen Rong stopped thinking, walked out, and took a special look at the closed door when passing 502.

After walking into the bedroom, Wen Rong took out another mobile phone, opened the address book, and found the chat history related to the fan.

There is no entertainment software in the mobile phone. She analyzed that this is not the mobile phone used for daily life as Tang Suxiao said. On the contrary, it has a lot of content for work.

After being discharged from the hospital, her memory recovered little by little, but the scope was very limited, and the events of a few years ago were blank.

For example, she has more impressions of Gu Jin than her mother. Her father said that she hadn't seen her mother for a year, and they didn't spend much time together in the past.

The knuckles of the index finger of his left hand knocked on the wooden table unconsciously, and the crisp and rhythmic sound rang out in the quiet and spacious room.

After Wen Rong came out of the room, Mrs. Zhang, who was sitting on the sofa watching the drama, pointed at the content on the TV and cursed: "Damn it! Trash screenwriter, let me die!"

"What's wrong?" Wen Rong walked to the furious Mrs. Zhang and asked in surprise.

Anxious, Mrs. Zhang clutched her heart and complained in pain: "It's this TV series. In the finale, the heroine was killed by her uncle, and the protagonist was killed by the villain. How can it be?"

Wen Rong frowned, "Is there any foreshadowing?"

"No, it's very abrupt. The finale seems to have been changed temporarily. The sudden reversal almost gave me a heart attack." Mrs. Zhang scolded angrily, "Trash screenwriter, I will block him from now on!"

Wen Rong suddenly became interested, opened Weibo without searching, "My Happy Homeland" has been scolded as a hot search.

Netizens were as angry as Mrs. Zhang. The heroine was murdered by her uncle for no reason. Angry viewers posted blogs to complain, and the screenwriter's Weibo was bombarded serially.

The key is that the two screenwriters of this show have a good reputation and have written many excellent scripts. Logically speaking, they would not make such low-level mistakes.

Swiping down, Wen Rong saw a "gossip" that had a lot of replies.

【My sister was on the set at the time, and the finale was originally not like this, but because the producer said it was forced to change to be, it was filmed again. 】

There was a comment below that caught Wen Rong's attention.

[It wasn't requested by the producer, they said it was requested by the president of the producer. 】

Of course, this comment was met with a lot of skepticism.

The president of the producer...

She has downcast eyes, half of which are covered by eyelashes, concealing her emotions.

"Rongrong, what are you looking at again?" Mrs. Zhang asked curiously when she saw Wen Rong's beautiful eyebrows folded.

"It's nothing, I just read the online reviews of this show."

Mrs. Zhang groaned, "I found that every time you come out of the room, you will be in two states."

"What state?"

Mrs. Zhang looked proud of seeing the truth, "Sometimes you come out with a serious and silent face, and sometimes you come out humming and jumping for joy. The former is your expression after watching the phone, and the latter is your action after chasing the drama."

Wen Rong was shocked, "Sister Zhang, you are really amazing."

She is indeed the goddess of square dancing.

"Of course." Mrs. Zhang smiled proudly.

·

The next morning, Wen Rong felt a little cold, so she crawled under the quilt, absorbing the warmth under the quilt.

Although it was warmer, it was obviously much worse than yesterday morning.

At that time, Gu Jin was by his side, hugging her, and she accidentally did something that was not a decent person.

Ahem, I don't need to remember the following things.

Wen Rong was too cold to fall asleep, slowly crawled out of the bed, picked up the remote control on the bedside table to turn off the air conditioner, and slowly slipped back into bed to sleep.

The eyes are tired and the brain is very energetic.

Wen Rong thought of a word - pillow person.

This is not a word that serious people think of, but it is a warm thing to think that the person is Gu Jin, and Gu Jin is lying next to him when he wakes up in the morning.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Zhang knocked on the door of the bedroom and shouted outside the door: "Xiaorong wake up, the sun is already setting!"

Miraculously, Wen Rong didn't stay for a while, and got up and got out of bed.

If it wasn't for the heat after turning off the air conditioner, she would not have left the comfortable bed.

Today's breakfast was tomato and egg noodles. Wen Rong drank the soup with a spoon after eating the noodles, and continued to think about the great cause of confessing his love to Gu Jin.

jingle.

The doorbell rang suddenly, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly got up and went to open the door, wondering as she walked, "Who will come?"

A person's face flashed in Wen Rong's mind, and he quickly looked outside the door, and there was a sound from outside.

"Hello, Auntie, is Miss Wenrong in?"

It really was Qian Yuxian.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Mrs. Zhang's vigilant heart quickly put away after seeing Qian Yuxian's timid and beautiful appearance.

What a beautiful girl, she won't be a fluffy old friend, okay?

"I'm Qian Yuxian, and I live next door." Qian Yuxian lowered his head and tightly grasped the lunch box in his hand, his fingers were pale.

"Oh, it's you, that Mr. Wen's girlfriend?" Auntie Zhang still remembered Wen Rong's introduction, and made herself pay attention to the ghosts and monsters of her neighbors.

But looking at the real person, oh my god, how can this good girl look like a bad person?

Hearing the latter words, Qian Yuxian's face was blushed, and she shook her head, holding the box tightly with both hands, shaking her hands involuntarily.

"It is not."

"Don't be shy." Mrs. Zhang turned her head and shouted to Wen Rong: "Yu Xian is here, how are you, Rong Rong?"

Wen Rong nodded, Qian Yuxian kept his head down from the beginning to the end, and didn't look over.

"Okay, come in." Aunt Zhang noticed the box in Qian Yuxian's hand, and Qian Yuxian followed behind Aunt Zhang nervously, taking every step carefully.

Wen Rong wanted to call her Qian Yuxian, but she didn't think of a good one. She frowned and thought for a while, looking at Qian Yuxian who was panting cautiously for fear of offending her, and said, "Sister Qian, sit down, I'll help you." What's the matter?"

Her tone was gentle, and she wanted Qian Yuxian to be more natural.

"Thank you, Miss Wen Rong." Qian Yuxian gently placed the lunch box on the table, silently raised the dining chair and pulled it out, and sat on it obediently, with his hands on his knees.

"Don't call me Miss Wenrong."

"Okay." Qian Yuxian hesitated, gritted his teeth, "Miss Wen."

Wenrong: ...

"Why are you here?" Wen Rong's eyes fell on the pink lunch box Qian Yuxian brought.

There was also a little white rabbit on the lunch box, Wen Rong looked at it with interest.

Qian Yuxian took a deep breath and said nervously, "I made some extra desserts, and I want to share them with you."

Her words were stiff, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Okay, thank you." Wen Rong took the lunch box and opened the lid. There were pieces of yellow muffins stacked inside, forming a circle in the shape of flower petals.

It is not "too much to do" at first glance.

"This is?" The warm velvet smelled lightly, and it smelled freshly baked.

"It's a yogurt muffin. It's very simple to make. I can make a lot of things. Miss Wen, I can make whatever you like."

When it comes to what he is good at, Qian Yuxian's eyes flashed a trace of confidence.

"I'm not picky about sweets, but I don't like hard candies." Wen Rong picked up a piece of muffin and put it in his mouth. The aroma of eggs and milk coexisted, making it soft and delicious.

"Delicious." Wen Rong praised.

"Thank you Miss Wen for your compliment." Qian Yuxian smiled shyly.

Wen Rong crossed her fingers and put her hands on the table. She seemed to be curious, and asked Qian Yuxian, "Sister Qian, how did you and my uncle meet?"

Qian Yuxian immediately became incoherent in anxiety, with a flustered expression, "Ah? This...is..."

She talked to herself for a long time without explaining why, and finally, under Wen Rong's quiet gaze, she hesitated to speak: "Mr. Wen came to my former manager and said that he wanted to have dinner with me, and then we met."

"You're an actor?" Wen Rong couldn't believe it.

Under Wen Rong's surprised gaze, Qian Yuxian nodded shyly, "Well, I'm a young actor."

"Coincidentally, me too." Wen Rong sighed, "Then sister Qian, what kind of drama have you acted in?"

"I've never played a leading role, I'm just a small role that plays a role." Qian Yuxian was even more embarrassed.

Mrs. Zhang interjected, "You are so pretty, why are you still playing tricks?"

"There is no shortage of beauties in the entertainment industry. There are many people who look better than me and have better acting skills. I am not as good as others."

"Oh, I thought you weren't popular because you looked like Gu Jin." Mrs. Zhang said casually.

Qian Yuxian lowered her head even more, "I'm not as good-looking as my senior."

Wen Rong stared at Qian Yuxian's face carefully. Qian Yuxian's face was similar to Gu Jin's, but lacked Gu Jin's cold and alienated temperament. The two were completely opposite.

"Don't underestimate yourself, each has its own characteristics." Mrs. Zhang comforted, the more she looked at Qian Yuxian, the more she liked it.

Wen Rong wanted to continue asking questions related to Wen Yang, but the cell phone next to her suddenly rang. Wen Rong picked it up and saw that it was Gu Jin.

The brows were stained with joy, Wen Rong was happy to connect, and Gu Jin's caring voice rang in his ears.

"Fluffy, are you up?"

"Yes." Wen Rong spoke proudly, although there was nothing to be proud of.

Gu Jin chuckled, "Well, have you had breakfast yet?"

"It's over, I'm eating tomato and egg noodles."

"I'll do it for you next time." Gu Jin spoke softly.

Wen Rong began to look forward to it, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "I'm looking forward to it."

Seeing Wen Rong who was on the phone smiling happily, Qian Yuxian lowered his head secretly, looking disappointed.

Qian Yuxian, who was immersed in her own world, forgot that she was at Wen Rong's house, and picked up the water glass on the table when she felt thirsty.

The moment he picked it up, he realized that it was Wen Rong's water glass. His pupils dilated suddenly, and he withdrew his hand reflexively. The water glass fell on the table with a bang, and the liquid flowed out of it and dripped down the eaves of the table.

"Ah!" Qian Yuxian exclaimed, stood up in a panic, and apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Wen Rong waved Qian Yuxian's hand, trying to calm her down.

Gu Jin who was talking stopped when he heard another woman's voice.

"Fluff, where are you?"

Hearing that Gu Jin's smile disappeared, Wen Rong felt guilty for some reason, feeling like he had done something wrong.

"It's in the apartment."

"Okay." Gu Jin's words were surprisingly calm, and his hair was creeped out, "Then I won't bother you, I'll call you later."

There was a feeling of being caught cheating on her heart. Wen Rong knew that she had done nothing wrong, and Gu Jin was not angry. Maybe the change in Gu Jin's tone was just her hallucination, a fantasy produced by her guilty conscience.

"No, no, don't get me wrong, she and I just met, not familiar."

"Huh?" Gu Jin, who was just about to hang up the phone, felt strange after hearing this. He didn't think much about it at first, but suddenly felt something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"

Wenrong:?

The rubbish TV series I watched a few days ago hurt me!

Shouldn't it be that Gu Jin was jealous and then she coaxed Gu Jin, explained the misunderstanding, and then kissed the plot?

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The author has something to say:

Wen Rong: I misunderstood you misunderstood, I misunderstood.

The following is the plot of Warmth Fantasy:

quarrel.

Gu Jin: I don't listen, I don't listen.

Wen Rong forcefully kissed the wall.

Then make up.

Years later.

Wen Rong: Wife, you were really easy to get jealous back then, but this is another romantic memory. Today is the tenth anniversary of our first misunderstanding.

Gu Jin: ...

Hahaha!It's a pity that Gu Jin never knew what Wen Rong was thinking just now~