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Chapter 73 You Have a Man

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    Wen Yan was speechless for a while: "you are just like Yaoyao, if you doubt this or that, I'm here, please pull over."

    When the car stopped, she thanked her and left in a hurry.

    Zhanchi looked at her going away, his eyes were a little dark, it seems that Chen Mengyao hasn't told Wen Yan about breaking up with him

    When getting off work in the afternoon, Chen Mengyao and Wen Yan complained in the message: It's too hard to find a job, and it's raining so much today, it's annoying me to death!

    Wen Yan was almost done with the work at hand at this time, and replied: There is Zhanchi supporting you, what are you afraid of?  You used to help him, now it is his turn to help you, he has a good job, drives a car worth a million dollars, he can live a good life, you take your time to find a job.

    After the message was sent, Chen Mengyao didn't reply for a long time. Wen Yan was a little strange. After a long time, the message finally came back: Zhan Chi and I have broken up. Thinking about it now, that car was my birthday present for him.  When my family was in trouble, he didn't think about selling it to help me. I should have seen it clearly, and I should have been chilled.

    Wen Yan looked at the message and fell silent. Chen Mengyao has experienced too many ups and downs these days, but anyone who is less able to bear it will not be able to bear it long ago.

    It's just that she never thought that the Zhanchi who sent her to the company at noon had already broken up with Chen Mengyao.

    For a while, she couldn't think of any suitable comforting words, but in this gap, Chen Mengyao comforted her instead: Xiaoyan, I'm fine, I still have you and Shen Jie, men are bullshit, friends are real, find a job and treat you to dinner,  Let's stop talking, I'm going to cook.

    In the end, Wen Yan only replied with the word 'yes'. There are many things that are hard to express in words.

    When I got off work, the rain hadn't stopped, and it was pouring down, as if it wanted to vent all the haze over the city until there was nothing left.

    She can only stay and work overtime, waiting for the rain to stop.  She never expected the luck of "umbrella when it rains, and lights when it gets dark".

    Lin Sa casually came out of the office when everyone in the company was almost gone.

    Seeing that Wen Yan hadn't left yet, he asked, "Why aren't you off work? You don't need to work overtime recently."

    Wen Yan stared at the manuscript in his hand and said casually: "I want to work overtime, so I don't need to count overtime pay. Don't you bosses like employees like this?"

    Lin Sa looked at the pattering rain outside the window, thoughtfully, and called Mark Mo Tingchen directly after going downstairs: "Bring an umbrella to your woman, I won't be able to go home after get off work."

    Half an hour later, Wen Yan's cell phone rang, it was Lin Butler's personal call.

    She thought it was something at home, so she hurriedly picked it up: "What's wrong with Uncle Lin? I'm working overtime at the company."

    "Come on down, I'm at the gate of your company, the young master asked me to pick you up." Lin Butler hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

    Wen Yan was a little dazed, but still obediently packed up his things and went downstairs. Butler Lin stood in front of the car with an umbrella and waited quietly. His figure was like a tall and straight green pine, not twisted by the years at all.

    In the car, Wen Yan asked, "He went home?"

    Butler Lin focused on driving the car: "Yes, ma'am."

    She didn't ask any more questions. The car drove smoothly on the wet road, making people drowsy. She closed her eyes and squinted for a while. When Butler Lin called her, the car had already stopped at Mu's house.

    Walking in the door, Wen Yan keenly smelled the aroma of the food, endured the hunger and took a shower.

    When he came out, Mark Tingchen was already sitting at the dining table. He was wearing light gray home clothes, his hair was slightly wet, and his body was filled with the fragrance after bathing. No matter when and where, he paid so much attention to his manners and his posture was straight.  It seemed that he never relaxed for a moment.

    Wen Yan didn't know if he should say something, so he simply didn't say anything.

    There are two whole plates of prawns in the dish tonight. Mama Liu deliberately placed the prawns in front of her when serving the dishes. She unceremoniously began to focus on peeling the shells and feasting on them, while Mark Tingchen elegantly held the small bowls  Drink the soup slowly.

    He never noticed that the woman with such a good appetite was suffering from gastritis, and he seriously suspected that she had other problems.

    Sensing his gaze, Wen Yan bit the bullet and asked, "What's wrong?"

    Mark Tingchen turned his gaze elsewhere, turning a deaf ear to her words.

    She buried her head in resentment and continued to peel the prawns. Without rice, she ate up the two plates of prawns and drank a small bowl of soup at the end.

    It wasn't until she finished eating to her heart's content that she realized that Mark Tingchen had put down his chopsticks a long time ago, but he hadn't left the table, and had been watching her eat.

    Wen Yan stuck out the tip of his tongue and lickedHe licked the corners of his lips, feeling inexplicably uneasy: "Did I eat too much?"

    Mo Tingchen then got up and went upstairs: "It's good to know, tell the kitchen what you want to eat, don't look like a starved ghost reincarnated and being harshed by others."

    She stared blankly at the prawn shells piled up like a hill in front of her, and felt that she had eaten too much. If it hadn't been gone, she felt that she could still eat half a plate This kind of food intake is a bit exaggerated, and it has increased a lot compared to her previous ones.  times, but this is beyond her control

    After moving around in the living room for a while, after confirming that Mark Tingchen would not come out in the study for the time being, Wen Yan took half a cup of warm water and went back to the room to secretly eat a piece of folic acid that was hidden. Folic acid in the first three months of pregnancy can effectively prevent fetal death.  abnormal.

    "Mother Liu, make a cup of black tea." Suddenly, Mo Tingchen's voice came from the study.

    Wen Yan was so frightened that his hands shook, he hurriedly hid the medicine bottle containing folic acid.

    Liu Ma didn't seem to hear Mark Tingchen's words, and there was no movement downstairs for a long time.

    Wen Yan went downstairs to brew the black tea and sent it to the study. When Mo Tingchen saw her, he didn't seem very happy, and his eyebrows twitched together: "So you like doing servant work so much?"

    Wen Yan put the black tea by his hand: "Mama Liu is busy, and I happen to be idle. Go to bed early."

    After finishing speaking neither humble nor overbearing, she turned and went back to the room. She felt sleepy after eating, and now she just wanted to sleep.

    I don't know how long it took, but I felt the position around me sinking. Wen Yan looked sleepily at the figure in the dark, knowing that Mark Tingchen had come to sleep after work.

    "You have a man, what I can do, I don't need others to do it for me." He said suddenly.

    Wen Yan heard what he said clearly, but felt a little confused. She didn't know what he was referring to, and her brain was also in a state of unconsciousness. She wanted to speak, but she was too sleepy to open her mouth.

    There was no response, Mark Tingchen's anger brewed for a moment, and finally he just turned his back to her.

    When he was drowsy in sleep, Wen Yan felt that there was a chill between the two of them, so he helped him tuck the quilt, got closer to him, and fell asleep peacefully.

    When she woke up the next day, Mark Tingchen was no longer in the room. Wen Yan took it for granted that he had gone out, but when she was packing up to go to the office, he came out from the upstairs study room, and his face was  Just with displeasure, as if someone provoked him to blow his hair (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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