Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Yan Liang thought that he would spend the whole day in the office designing the models needed for tonight's live broadcast and making paper patterns, so he would not need a car. However, not long after he got to work, Han Jinghua pushed the door open.

"Yanliang, go to the market and buy some suitable accessories. There is a customer who is not satisfied with the original ones. Look, this is their request."

She handed the tablet over and showed Yan Liang the customer's requirements.

"Let me go!" He Xiaoyun stood up and volunteered.

"No!" Han Jinghua refused decisively, "I don't trust your judgment, so I'd better trouble Yan Liang to go there in person."

Her words seemed polite, but in fact they were instructions that could not be refused. Yan Liang pursed his lips and nodded in agreement.

Although Yanliang has become independent, Han Jinghua is still the design director and still has to accept the tasks assigned by her.

"Director Han did this on purpose, didn't he?" As soon as Han Jinghua left, He Xiaoyun came over to whisper in Yan Liang's ear, "I heard some people gossiping that you were parachuted in by CEO Xie and were planning to replace Director Han. I'm all for her."

Yan Liang smiled faintly: "You also know that it is just gossip, do you want to say it again?"

"Sister Yan, I know you rely on your strength. The last fashion contest has already made many people jealous, and this time it has become independent. Not only them, but even I think Sister Yan, you can be the director!"

Yan Liang glanced at her indifferently: "Xi Yan has never been a rigid company. It can rise suddenly because it does not follow the routine. Here, no matter what method is used, it is enough to open up the market and get sales. If all the energy is used on intrigue, Xi Yan will soon decline."

He Xiaoyun's eyes were dazed for a moment, and soon they burst into a bright light: "Sister Yan, I understand. I won't pay attention to these boring gossips anymore!"

Yan Liang nodded, picked up his bag and left the office.

The car was driven away by Jiang Xiaomei, so she had to take a taxi.

After walking around the market for so long, his legs were exhausted, and there were still two items he hadn't bought. Yanliang planned to buy some bread from the roadside to fill his stomach before continuing his shopping.

The weather was clear in the morning, but now it was cloudy. There was damp water vapor floating in the air, mixed with a bit of late autumn heat.

Yan Liang saw a bakery and pushed the door open. A sweet fragrance filled his nose and his stomach growled.

She ordered two croissants and a pineapple bun. She didn't like bread with fillings, and she also ordered an American coffee.

Just after taking a small bite, I heard someone shout in surprise: "Yanliang!"

The bread in her mouth immediately lost its sweetness. Yan Liang raised her eyes and saw Wang Qingwan standing in front of her, holding Shen Jianxi affectionately.

During this period, Wang Qingwan kept a low profile. She didn't make any trouble and didn't harass Yan Liang. She seemed to be deliberately fading from people's sight.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, it's great!" Wang Qingwan expressed her surprise in an unusually high-pitched voice, with a sincere look in her eyes, as if there had never been any grudges between them. "Sister, Jianxi and I are getting married on the eleventh, and we originally planned to let you be the bridesmaid, but our mother said that you are already married and it is not suitable."

Yan Liang watched her red lips opening and closing with calm eyes.

"But you are my only sister. I don't care. Yanliang, you must be my bridesmaid, okay?"

Wang Qingwan let go of Shen Jianxi's arm, sat next to Yan Liang, and put her hand naturally on her.

Yan Liang subconsciously dodged a moment, and said in a cold tone: "Congratulations! But it is indeed not suitable to be a bridesmaid."

"How about this, sister, you haven't held your wedding yet, right?" Wang Qingwan's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of a brilliant idea, and her expression was a little excited, "You and Mr. Sheng hold your wedding first, I will be your bridesmaid, and then I will get married with Brother Jianxi. Otherwise, I will feel very sorry."

Shen Jianxi stood silently by the side, his eyes fixed on Yan Liang, with dark colors surging in his deep eyes.

The bread in Yanliang's mouth got stuck in his throat, and he quickly took a sip of coffee before swallowing it.

"Or else, let's hold the wedding together!" Wang Qingwan was still suggesting enthusiastically, "It would be a good story if two sisters got married on the same day!"

Outsiders looked over and thought they were a pair of sisters discussing their marriage.

Yan Liang curled his lips coldly, not understanding who Wang Qingwan was performing for so hard. For Shen Jianxi?

Although she didn't look at him, Yan Liang couldn't ignore his aura, which was pressing towards her like a tidal wave.

He couldn't eat any more in an instant, so Yan Liang packed up the bread and got up to leave.

Wang Qingwan grabbed her and said, "Brother Jianxi and I came here to buy things for our wedding. We were dazzled by the choices. I happened to meet you. You have good taste. Can you help me choose?"

Yan Liang got goose bumps from her address. The fingers on her wrist were as slippery as snakes. She instinctively pulled away: "Sorry, I don't have time."

Even after running a long distance, Yan Liang could still feel Shen Jianxi's deep gaze on her back, making her muscles tense.

After sitting on a chair in the market for a long time, Yanliang finally calmed down and decided to buy everything and go back quickly.

It went smoothly and everything was bought quickly. Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

The weather became even darker, and it seemed like it would rain at any second.

Yan Liang was just about to go to the roadside to find a taxi when she saw Wang Qingwan and Shen Jianxi walking up to her again.

"Oh, we meet again!" Wang Qingwan smiled widely, "Didn't you drive here? Let us take you back."

Yan Liang subconsciously took two steps back: "No, you guys go, I still have to wait for someone..."

She didn't want to see Shen Jianxi for a moment and wished they would go away quickly.

"Oh? You came here with your colleague?" Wang Qingwan looked inside. "I saw that you didn't have enough food just now, so I was planning to go eat with you. Sister, say hello to your colleague and let her go back first."

Shen Jianxi's gaze pressed forward once again, and Yan Liang felt that his breathing was not smooth: "No need, you guys go!"

Yan Liang turned around and went back to the market, hiding behind a clothes rack. He watched Shen Jianxi and Wang Qingwan disappear before he slowly walked out.

The rain had already started to fall, not a heavy autumn rain, but very cold. Yanliang shivered, raised his bag above his head and waved to stop a car.

But unfortunately, the two cars in succession were already filled with people, and the door of another car had just been opened when it was snatched away by a person who rushed in from behind.

Yan Liang sighed, and through the rain, she saw a taxi approaching in the distance. Her clothes were wet and stuck to her body, and a gust of wind blew past, chilling her to the bone.

Before the taxi came over, a Rolls-Royce stopped beside Yan Liang, and the window rolled down: "Sister, get in the car!"

Yan Liang almost suffocated. What happened today? Why were they following her like ghosts?

Without waiting for a taxi, Yan Liang ran forward, with the Rolls-Royce following closely behind him.

"Get in the car!" Shen Jianxi ordered in a deep voice.

"Ga!" The car stopped in front of Yan Liang. Shen Jianxi opened the door with a bang, got out with a gloomy face, grabbed her wrist and threw her into the back seat.

The air conditioner was on in the car, and it was warm. The contrast between the hot and cold made Yanliang sneeze twice.

Wang Qingwan looked surprisingly gentle, and she handed over a few tissues considerately: "You are really stubborn. If you had been with us earlier, you wouldn't have gotten wet in the rain. If you caught a cold, our mother would be worried again."

There was a hint of laughter in the voice, which sounded indescribably strange to Yan Liang's ears.