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Chapter 25

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    The last guest at the wedding was the delivery clerk.

    Feng Jian took the beef brisket noodles from the other party's hand and showed his first sincere smile that day.  He didn't even bother to pay attention to Wanyun's probing gaze next to him, so he slumped down on the sofa, loosened his tie, and threw his suit on the back of the sofa.

    Too tired, simply too tired.  A thankless task like getting married Feng Jian felt that the longest day in his life had finally come to an end, and tomorrow was so far away that he couldn't even muster the energy to think about it.

    It was then that Feng Jian was about to admire Wanyun deeply. As expected, she was a lady from a famous family, and her style was such that her impatient expression was not revealed at all, and her smile was exactly the same.  She, including Zhou Yu who he met today, are all worthy of learning, he thought secretly, pretending to be polite is a skill.

    Wan Yun casually hung up Feng Jian¡¯s suit and prepared it for dry cleaning tomorrow.  Her makeup was still on, but she looked a little tired.  Feng Jian closed her eyes and fell asleep, but she couldn't ignore the other person walking around in the living room, so she said politely: "Let's all take a rest."

    Wan Yun smiled, pulled out a chair next to him and sat down. He looked at the takeaway and said, "Didn't you eat well today?" He said with a half-smile, "Uncle, how sad he would be if he knew."

    Feng Jian remained silent.

    Today, the Li family dude took the opportunity to order Boston lobster, Parisian desserts, and Japanese sushi - the ingredients were very fresh, the workmanship was very fine, the presentation was excellent, and the taste was delicious, but none of them were really full.

    Feng Jian walked around the dazzling table three times and found that there was not even a sandwich.  And he doesn't have a sweet tooth, doesn't smoke, and has little interest in seafood, which means that most of the food on the table is completely insulated from him.  The drinks range from whiskey to vodka to pink champagne. The difference between each glass and swill is that the stomach acid will gush out.

    In the end, Feng Jian had to order takeout by herself - and was told that she was in a mid-level villa area with inconvenient transportation, and the service fee for takeout had been increased from 10% to 38%.

    Feng Jian's current mood is extremely complicated, but she is too tired to express this complexity.  He could only continue to open the takeout box with an expressionless face.

    When he was about to take his first bite of noodles, he looked up and saw Wan Yun looking at him with his chin in his hands.  Feng Jian was silent for a moment and pushed another bowl over: "Would you like some?"

    Wan Yun only smiled and asked: "There are two bowls in total. I ate one bowl. What if you don't have enough?"

    Feng Jian glanced at her.  First of all, Feng Jian didn't think that Wanyun would put down his posture to eat such "vulgar things". Secondly, considering that Wanyun had the same appetite as a bird, he probably wouldn't be able to eat a bowl of noodles.  He pushed the bowl to her and said with a fake smile: "You can give me what you can't eat first."

    Wan Yun said: "Then I would rather be respectful than obey your orders."

    In the remaining half hour, Feng Jianjian kept staring at Wanyun's perfect dining etiquette.  She gave him the forked eggs and coriander on the noodles, and then she finished most of the bowl of noodles silently, quietly and gracefully.

    Feng Jian endured it again and again, but couldn't hold it back: "How long has it been since you had a good meal?"

    Wanyun didn't care about his sarcasm and corrected him: "This is the first meal you and I will share in our lives."

    Feng Jian stared at her for a moment with squinted eyes, swallowed the sarcasm with great difficulty, and began to eat his noodles without energy.  Then he heard Wan Yun say slowly: "By the way, I'm sorrythere's something. I don't really want to get married tonight."

    Feng Jian raised his head as quietly as possible, feeling that his stomach would not be too comfortable tonight.

    After Wan Yun finished speaking, he also smiled bitterly.

    The restaurant with only two people left was too quiet, but it would be an exaggeration to say that you could hear your breath.  The familiar house, the unfamiliar furnishings, and the half-baked marriage partner were staring at him silently.

    "It's not that I'm resisting you, or that I don't want to fulfill my responsibilities. But I'm really not in a good state today. It's more fun for people who know me to relax and do that kind of thing" She paused, "I'm sorry, please try again.  Give me some time, it won¡¯t be too long. But not today.¡±

    The other party remained silent.

    Wan Yun didn't particularly want to see the man's expression. She actually understood Feng Jian's previous hesitation: tying her life to strangers in a general sense, even for profit, even if it sounds easy, it's not that easy.  .  And even though she spoke so openly when kidnapping people, she was the first to flinch in the end.

    Sure enough, Feng Jian suddenly stood up, and the chair made a sharp scraping sound on the marble floor.  A gloomy expression finally appeared on his face: "You woman"

    Wan Yun still sat quietly with lowered eyes.  The previous beef brisket noodles were all stuck in my throat.  She hadn't eaten such greasy food for a long time. The doctor had told her too many things not to do this, but she didn't know how much she envied those fresh foods.Gas.  She watched the lemon slices soaked in the glass in front of her rising and falling, bright and attractive, and she raised her hand to take a sip first.

    The next second, the glass was taken away.

    Wanyun couldn't help but frown and look at Feng Jian, with a faint warning in his eyes.

    This woman's skin is almost transparent and snow-white, and she always pretends to be knocked down by a push, and looks like she is indifferent to the world.  But whenever Wan Yun looked at people intently, there was a faint oppressive aura - not nobility, not insight. Feng Jian couldn't really describe the feeling, but he was sure that it was definitely not the temperament that our young lady should have, and even  It's vaguely familiar.

    But he didn¡¯t think too deeply about it.  Just like all the things in the world that Feng Jian didn't take seriously and ignored completely, at this moment, he really lacked the patience to talk nonsense with this young lady.

    Feng Jian held her hand instead and said calmly: "Let me ask you first, did you borrow your necklace from your mother?"

    Even Wanyun couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "What?"

    "Necklace, necklace, the necklace you wore before." Feng Jian hated repetitions the most in his life, and was never willing to show mercy to women. "Wan Ling told me that the necklace you wore at the wedding today was not your new one, but yours."  You borrowed it from your mother, right?"

    Seeing Wan Yun nod hesitantly, Feng Jian glanced at her coldly, let go of Wan Yun's hand calmly and with a hint of disgust, and then placed the glass back on the table.

    "As for the bridal chambercough, I know what you mean, you can go back to sleep." He faced the warm beef brisket noodles again with a sullen face.  Feng Jian said rudely, "You have to get up early tomorrow. We must discuss your monthly allowance again."

    Wan Yun did not move, she rubbed her wrist, as if looking at Feng Jian for the first time, looking at him carefully.

    After a moment of silence, Feng Jian endured the creepy feeling of being stared at by Wan Yun, and explained plainly: "Your mother has always told me that you have a bad stomach and can't eat too much meat and pasta. So I just told you to eat noodles.  I deliberately made you angry - but you actually ate the whole bowl of noodles, and you wanted to drink lemonade after eating - I guess your intention was that if I really wanted to do anything to you, you would cause yourself a stomachache  , to escape from the bridal chamber."

    Wan Yun looked at him and tightened his hand slightly on the table.

    Feng Jian raised the corners of her lips coldly.  It was fresh, Wan Yun had been doing this to him since they met - pretending to ask, actually leading, calmly making him angry and hurt internally.  Feng Jian didn't bother to try it before, but it can be seen why Wanyun likes to do it, it is very pleasant.  He should remember this.

    "Miss Li, I don't know what the environment was like when you grew up, but after you marry me, you will start to adapt to my living habits and work style - including the necklace. Don't joke about money in the future -  If you have any demands in the future, please put them forward directly. If I can compromise on things that have nothing to do with the overall situation, I will compromise with you. Even if I can't compromise, I will give you time to let your mind think about what can be exchanged¡ª¡ª  You don't need to hurt yourself. This trick won't work on me, understand? Don't think these women's tricks will work on me, I'm not your dear mother."

    After a moment of silence, Feng Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, and then carefully recalled Wan Yun's expression before, he said playfully: "But the way you acted just now, was you afraid? Are you afraid of me too?" He simply abandoned the chopsticks and crossed his hands.  Sneered, "Miss Li, why bother? You don't think you are so beautiful that I can't help but force myself on you?"

    Wan Yun looked at him.

    This is Feng Jian. You can say that he has a direct personality, but you cannot say that he has a simple personality.  This man is very cold-eyed, very practical, very clear about his interests, and very self-conscious.  So the husband she found for herself was right. Even if they didn't fall in love, Wan Yun believed that they would be a harmonious couple.  She couldn't help but smile.

    Feng Jian, who was speaking freely, couldn't help but frown again. He didn't know that there was anyone in the world who could laugh so sweetly and disgustingly after hearing him say such unpleasant words.  It was quite scary at night. He moved his chair back, hoping that Wan Yun would disappear as soon as possible.

    "You can go." Feng Jian calmly turned her gaze back to his brisket, which was no longer fragrant and attractive.

    Wan Yun leaned forward and confirmed to him: "Even if we don't get married now, you promised me that I will be the only person you have sex with. This will not change?"

    Feng Jian couldn't help but be silent for a moment, and said, "Why don't you take stomach medicine?"

    Wan Yun looked at him: "Is this promise still valid? You will promise me this throughout the entire marriage, right?"

    Feng Jian felt that he was also prone to stomach problems. He weighed it for a minute and wanted to refuse directly, but it was hard to say.  Finally, under Wan Yun's repeated urging, he had to answer: "Yes."

    Wan Yun nodded: "That's good. And don't be in a hurry to count the gifts after you return to the room. There is a special accountant at home, and the list will be sent to the room tomorrow morning."

    Being deprived of the first entertainment activity he was looking forward to tonight, Feng Jian still had to control his expression: "Haha, this is it." He said calmly, "Can you walk back to your room by yourself?"

    Wan Yun thought for a while: "Don't lock the door when you go to bed tonight, maybe I will change my mind"

    Feng Jian calmly inserted the chopsticks into the forked egg that Wanyun had given him before, and said calmly: "It's time for you to go to bed." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)gift money.  There is a special accountant at home, and the list will be sent to the room tomorrow morning.  "

    Being deprived of the first entertainment activity he was looking forward to tonight, Feng Jian still had to control his expression: "Haha, this is it." He said calmly, "Can you walk back to your room by yourself?"

    Wan Yun thought for a while: "Don't lock the door when you go to bed tonight, maybe I will change my mind"

    Feng Jian calmly inserted the chopsticks into the forked egg that Wanyun had given him before, and then said calmly: "It's time for you to go to bed." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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