Kiss her 90,000 times

There has been a saying since ancient times that it is better to demolish a temple than destroy a marriage, and it has always been to persuade peace rather than division.

Wenqing really wants to divorce her best friend.

She didn't want to see Shiwan struggling in an unhappy marriage. One's life should not only be love.

Shi Wan: "I'll think about it."

Shi Wan didn't know how long her love for Fu Conglin could last.

Maybe after all her love dissipated, she would let go and leave.

Wenqing didn't force her, so he changed the topic to a lighter one, and talked to her about interesting things in the crew.

Shi Wan suddenly said, "Ah Qing, I pulled out all the roses in the garden."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said in surprise: "It's true, you've figured it out!"

"Pull it out, pull it out completely."

Wen Qing showed joy, knowing that she was finally sober, and no longer blindly fell into the so-called love.

Just when the two were in high spirits, a familiar cell phone ringtone interrupted their conversation.

Wen Qing also stopped talking and looked at Shi Wan's phone.

Shi Wan lowered her eyes, staring at the clear notes on the screen, her eyelashes trembled slightly, "It's him."

Wen Qing obviously saw it too, she didn't care much, she tilted her head, "Take it, what are you afraid of."

Shi Wan wasn't afraid, but she was a little worried when she thought of her friend's attitude towards Fu Conglin.

The bell sounded as if it was urging people, and it rang with the vibration in a hurry.

When Shi Wan picked up the phone, the man's magnetic and deep voice came over: "Where is it?"

"I was out."

Fu Conglin didn't care what she was doing outside, he just said: "I'm going to the old house for dinner tonight."

Shi Wan hummed, "Got it..."

Before he could say all three words, the man hung up the phone without mercy.

Wen Qing saw this scene in her eyes, she took a sip of coffee in silence, and then unconsciously stirred the coffee spoon, "I think it's getting late, or you should go back first? I haven't been filming recently. Rest well, just go back to catch up on sleep."

Knowing that this is a friend looking for a step down for her, Shi Wan followed the trend.

Wen Qing stood up with her bag: "Let's go, I'll see you off."

……

After a dispute between the two last night, they are now sitting in the car all the way silent.

Shi Wan sat in the back seat by the window, quietly watching the night scene outside the window.

Fu Conglin was driving the car with a dull expression.

The atmosphere between the two was a little stiff, and they arrived at the old house in silence.

Fu Conglin was the first to get out of the car. He stood beside the car with one hand in his pocket. He was tall and tall, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were lowered, staring at the wet ground.

When Shi Wan pushed the car door, seeing that Fu Conglin hadn't left yet, she twitched her eyelashes and walked slowly to his side.

At this time, the butler heard the sound of the car, and came out to greet him enthusiastically. He watched Fu Conglin call out "Young Master" respectfully, and then looked at Shi Wan: "Hello, Young Mistress."

Shi Wan had a gentle smile on her face, "Uncle Liu."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a hand stretched towards her. The man's fingers were slender, with well-defined knuckles. There was a black watch on his wrist wrapped by the cuff of his white shirt, which looked very abstinent.

Shi Wan was stunned for a moment, and then realized what he meant, so she put her hand on the back of his hand.

In front of Mr. Fu, the two would pretend to be close, which was agreed at the beginning.

Fu Conglin wrapped Shi Wan's hand behind his back, held her hand in his palm, and led her into the hall.

The man's hands were warm, dry and generous, and Shi Wan's heart trembled unconsciously.

She raised her eyes and saw the man's deep profile side face, involuntarily grasping Fu Conglin's fingers, causing the man to glance at her slightly sideways, but said nothing.

Mr. Fu was always satisfied with Shi Wan, his grandson-in-law. Seeing her smiling, he treated Fu Conglin, his grandson, indifferently, and even gave him a glare.

"How is your body recovering? Don't tell grandpa when you leave the hospital, so that grandpa will worry about you."

Shi Wan smiled apologetically, "Grandpa, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, you just need to pay attention to your body."

"You are fine, but you have hurt my son a lot." A sharp reprimand came from the side.

Shi Wan raised her eyes and saw an elegant and dignified woman looking at her complainingly. This person was Duan Suhua, Fu Conglin's mother.

"Mom." Shi Wan shouted.

Duan Suhua snorted coldly, "Don't call me mom, I can't stand it."

The smile on the old man's face fell, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay, Wan Wan is Cong Lin's wife, so why can't I bear calling you mom?"

Duan Suhua didn't speak anymore, her face was very ugly.

Fu Conglin's father didn't come home from a social occasion, but sometimes Wan and Fu Conglin were around, and the old house would be more lively.

After dinner, Mr. Fu called Fu Conglin into the study, while Shi Wan went to the bedroom.

The old man is so interested that he wants to stay here for a few days.

Not long after Shi Wan lay on the bed, she heard a knock on the door of the room, and then Duan Suhua pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at Shi Wan with an expressionless expression, "Now that you have the support of the old man, I can't blame you, but since you are married to Cong Rin, please give me peace of mind, don't go out to cause trouble, and embarrass our Fu family! "

After speaking, Duan Suhua threw the things in her hand on Shi Wan's body.

Shi Wan was already used to Duan Suhua's cynicism, looking at the tube of ointment next to her leg, she was a little confused, "Mom, what is this?"

As soon as Duan Suhua mentioned this, she became angry, and looked at Shi Wan even more unkindly. With a straight face, she said coldly: "It's all good things you did! If it wasn't for you and Song Banxia's quarrel, We are safe and sound, but our Cong Lin was beaten up by his grandfather!"

Shi Wan opened her mouth in astonishment, she didn't know about Grandpa Fu beating Fu Conglin, so she asked worriedly, "Did Conglin get beaten seriously?"

"What are you talking about!" Duan Suhua stared, snorted, and looked at Shi Wan with dissatisfaction, "This is medicine for removing scars, you should take a good look at it yourself, it's because of how much you, Cong Rin, have suffered!"

After finishing speaking, Duan Suhua turned and left arrogantly.

Shi Wan lowered her head and picked up the tube of ointment, the tube felt cold to the touch, and Shi Wan's fingertips trembled.

Inside the study.

Fu Conglin stood in front of the desk in an orderly manner. With a cold face, Mr. Fu tapped the ground with his cane, and said majestically, "Do you still have contacts with that woman surnamed Song?"

"grandfather…"

"You don't need to explain, I won't allow you to be with her! Cong Lin, you have to remember that you are married and your wife is Shi Wan. Our Fu family has never said divorce. I don't have you Father doesn’t have one, and neither can you!”

The old man's tone is serious. He has been in the mall for many years. Although he is over 70 years old, his aura is still strong.

"Why don't you like Xia Xia?" Fu Conglin lowered his eyes and asked lightly.

"She has bad intentions!" The old man scolded, with a bit of hatred for iron and steel, "If you insist on getting entangled with her, don't blame me for being rude to her!"