After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"Miss Song, if you haven't figured out what to say, you can go back and think about it,"

Wen Jincheng pursed his lips, watching Song Weilan speak slowly.

"Uncle Zhou, see off the guests."

The tone was as gentle as ever, but somehow gave off a sense of indifference.

The butler of the Wen family came out and bowed slightly to Song Weilan.

"Miss Song, please—"

"I need some money,"

Song Weilan seemed to have made up a lot of determination, watching Wen Jincheng utter a difficult voice.

"Sincerely, can you lend me some money?"

The voice is very soft, with a bit of incisiveness.

There was surprise in Shiwan's eyes.

This is different from what she imagined.

Wen Jincheng didn't answer, took out a cigarette from his arms, put it in his mouth and lit it.

After slowly exhaling gray-white smoke, he raised his eyes and looked at Song Weilan with a faint smile.

"Miss Song hasn't changed at all these years."

It was clearly a gentle tone, but Song Weilan could clearly hear the sarcasm in it, her heart was clenched even tighter, and her face gradually turned pale.

"I'll give it back to you."

Her voice was very soft and low, as if she was declaring her last stubbornness.

A cold smile was brewing at the corner of Wen Jincheng's mouth, and he spit out the smoke and looked at the housekeeper.

"Have someone take Miss Song to the bank and withdraw as much as you want."

Take as much as you want.

From Wen Jincheng's mouth, the weight is not unreasonable.

Song Weilan wanted to see Wen Jincheng's expression clearly, but unfortunately it was blocked by the smoke, so she couldn't see clearly.

Her throat was tight, and she wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

Wen Jincheng didn't speak any more, but closed his eyes and flicked away the burnt soot.

The handsome side face showed no emotion.

The butler understood, and immediately stepped forward and said warmly.

"Miss Song, I'll have someone take you to the bank right now, please come with me."

Song Weilan's heart seemed to be stabbed by something, she looked at the man sitting on the sofa, and slowly said the last sentence.

"Thank you."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her foot and followed the butler and walked out.

If you look carefully, you will find that Song Weilan's lowered eyes are slightly red.

After the two left, the living room fell into absolute silence for an instant.

Wen Jincheng narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the door, without moving for a long time.

"Your body has not fully healed, it is best to smoke less."

Shi Wan spoke in a normal tone, breaking the almost frozen atmosphere.

"it is good,"

Wen Jincheng came back to his senses and put out the cigarette in his hand.

"What happened just now, I'm sorry."

Shiwan knew that it meant using himself to block the gun.

But this is Wen Jincheng's private matter, so of course she can't ask deeply.

Just when he was about to talk about helping Wen Jincheng give acupuncture, the butler walked in with a kind old lady.

She was dressed plainly, but her wrists were full of complicated jewelry.

Wen Jincheng had the gentle smile of a modest gentleman in the past on his face.

"Ms. Jiang—"

Shi Wan's beautiful eyes looked at it slightly.

Come to think of it, this is the Gu master invited by Wen Jincheng.

Mrs. Jiang sat on the reserved single sofa, turned her head to look at Shi Wan and smiled.

"Mr. Wen, this lady asked you to invite me over?"

Wen Jincheng nodded.

"Yes."

He took the tea in his hand and prepared to make new tea for Mrs. Jiang.

"I come,"

But Shi Wan stretched out his hand to take it, his movements were very familiar and elegant.

Wen Jincheng glanced at the butler, and said to Shi Wan and Mrs. Jiang in a warm voice.

"You talk, I'll go out first."

Shiwan nodded.

Wen Jincheng walked out, followed by the housekeeper.