Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Wen Li's white fingertips tapped the fence lightly.

Curious or scrutinizing glances were cast at her from below, but Wen Li remained indifferent and ignored them all.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside me.

Then a small plate of cakes and desserts was handed over.

"You probably didn't eat much on the way back from Mingcheng, right? Try it." Song Zhixian's voice was gentle and smiling.

As soon as his eyes fell on Wen Li, they were filled with affection unconsciously.

Wen Li turned her head to look at him and saw that he was holding a glass of champagne in his other hand. When she looked over, the champagne was also handed to her.

"This is the lowest alcohol drink of all tonight. It should be okay to drink a little. Or I can get you some juice?" Song Zhixian said, "How about orange juice? It looks like it has some apple in it."

"No need." Wen Li said, reaching out to take the plate from his hand: "Thank you."

She picked up her fork and put a bite into her mouth.

Seeing her eat, Song Zhixian's eyes were filled with joy as if he had won a battle, almost overflowing with joy, but he tried his best to restrain his gaze.

Song Baiyan, who was watching this scene, was grinning so hard that his face almost broke: "It's a match made in heaven, a golden boy and a beautiful girl, perfect match, absolutely perfect."

Wen Xin almost gnashed her teeth when she saw this.

The discussions of the guests around her made her even more angry.

"Wen Baixiang is so lucky. His adopted daughter is no worse than those real daughters. This one raised in the countryside is also capable. Judging from the situation, she will marry into the Song family in the future."

"Even if Wen Baixiang doesn't like his daughter anymore, he will have to consider the Song family's reputation in the future after marrying into the Song family."

"Don't talk too much. Young people only look at superficial relationships. Marriage should be based on equal status. I think this so-called real eldest daughter of the Wen family... is quite good-looking, but she's still not good enough for the Song family."

"That's true. Her wild and savage nature from the countryside is really not commendable. She doesn't take people seriously at all. Just based on her attitude towards Wen Baixiang, she will be sent back to the countryside sooner or later."

Wen Yan sat in front of a long table filled with drinks, watching the socialites who had been overshadowed by her in the past being invited to the center of the dance floor one after another.

In every banquet she attended in the past, she was the one who attracted attention and was surrounded by people, and men lined up to invite her to dance.

And now, she is the only one who doesn't care.

When Wen Li said in front of all the guests that she was the real daughter and she was the fake one, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at her.

After the banquet venue was moved to the backyard, Wen Yan avoided the crowd intentionally or unintentionally. Even if she could still maintain her composure, it would only make her a laughing stock.

Wen Li, I will remember today.

She looked at the figure on the terrace expressionlessly.

Just as she was losing her mind, the black coal ball wandering outside the field suddenly came into her sight. Wen Yan's expression changed slightly, and then she stood up and left.

She walked out of Wen Li's sight.

Soon, the maid Ah Jing appeared beside her: "Miss, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Wen Yan raised her chin slightly towards the black general who was not far away: "Go and take the second lady's dog away, don't disturb the guests."

General Hei was seeing this grand scene for the first time. He was excited but also a little nervous. He only dared to stroll around the periphery and didn't dare to get close to the crowd. From time to time, he would raise his head to look at Wen Li on the terrace, while cheering himself up.

It passed under the table and leaned forward. Just as it was feeling proud of taking its first step, a figure walked towards it...

At this time, a black Maybach stopped outside the Wen family's gate.

The man who got out of the back seat was tall and straight with a stern face.

Ajing looked at the little dog on the ground, a vicious idea arose in her mind, and then she smiled slyly.

The black general lying on the ground was dazzled by the bright lights and feasting in front of him and had no idea that he was being watched.

A shadow fell over, and before General Black could react, someone stepped hard on his outstretched hind leg.

General Black immediately let out a cry of pain and tried desperately to retract his hind legs, whimpering non-stop.

"You little bastard, you scared me."

Ajing pretended to be frightened, cursed under her breath, and then kicked General Hei away.

The small body flew through the air and fell on the grass.

Wen Li's eyes suddenly turned cold when he saw this scene on the terrace.

Song Zhixian was secretly glancing at Wen Li when a plate was rudely stuffed into his hand. He turned his head to look at Wen Li who suddenly turned and left.

Subconsciously, he called out, "Wen Li?"

Wen Li walked quickly through the living room and downstairs. When he passed the back door, he picked up a golf club by the wall.

The metal club head, shining with a cold light, dragged on the ground, drawing a long sound line all the way. Wen Li put one hand in his pocket and held the club with the other hand, with a cold expression on his sickly little face.

Although he seems calm, his pace is actually fast.

When she appeared in the backyard with a cold look on her body, many people noticed her and looked at her, wondering what she was going to do.

A Jing looked at the black general who fell to the ground, whimpering and trembling in pain, and curled the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.

Finally, the young lady got rid of her anger.

She wasn't worried about being seen by Wen Li, nor was she afraid that Wen Li would cause trouble for her. With so many people here, could Wen Li really fight her? Her husband wouldn't allow her to do anything reckless.

Of course, it would be fine if Wen Li really took action.

Everyone present was an important figure. If Wen Li dared to hit someone in public, her reputation would be ruined, and her master would definitely not let her go. He might even kick her out of the Wen family directly.

In this way, not only will the eldest lady value her more, but the lady and the third lady will also look at her differently.

Ah Jing was fantasizing happily, not knowing that danger had already arrived.

A cold voice sounded from behind: "Turn around."

Ah Jing, who was immersed in the dream of promotion and salary increase, turned around subconsciously.

And just as Ajing turned around, Wen Li swung the club and hit Ajing's knee hard.

The metal club head hit the knee so hard that you could even hear the sound of the kneecap breaking.

"what--"

Ah Jing let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, resounding through the sky.

This brutal scene shocked almost everyone's vision.

Several women screamed in fear, and the wine in their glasses spilled out. The dance came to an abrupt end, and all the guests in the room were dumbfounded and stunned.

As soon as Lu Xixiao came in, he saw Wen Li swinging the club gracefully.

"Oh my god..." Lu Qi couldn't help but covered his mouth and whispered.

The wine glass in Wen Baixiang's hand fell to the ground and he was stunned.

Wen Ming was also stunned.

Everyone stood there in a daze, staring at Wen Li blankly.

Ajing fell to the ground, covering her knees and rolling around. She opened her mouth wide, her face twisted, and screamed in pain, her whole body drenched in cold sweat.

The shrill screams made one's scalp tingle.

The beautiful classical music was still playing, interweaving with Ajing's screams, making the scene even more absurd and creepy.