Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

Ye Wanqing finally fell into a deep sleep around one in the morning. She was so exhausted that she unconsciously doubled the amount of sleeping pills she had taken.

When the last ray of light in the master bedroom quietly disappeared, Lin Xuan slowly turned his gaze and left the villa silently.

On the night after the rain, although the wind was not as strong as before, it still carried a bit of a chill.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark coat, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind. Lin Xuan frowned slightly and raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on the coat caused by the wind.

Before driving away, he looked up again, his gaze piercing through the night to the tightly closed window on the third floor of the villa.

It was pitch black there, and Ye Wanqing must have fallen asleep.

Halfway through the journey, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

Lin Xuan glanced at the screen and saw that it was a call from Qin Huai.

Just as he encountered a red light, he calmly picked up the Bluetooth headset and gently put it in his ear: "What's up?"

"Li Chenfeng is back, and we are continuing the party at 'Night'. Are you really not planning to come over and get together?" Qin Huai's voice was filled with anticipation.

Since the beginning of last winter, Li Chenfeng traveled to H City for a cooperation project and only returned the day before yesterday.

If you think about it carefully, this group of friends hasn't gathered together for several months.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly, "I understand."

When Qin Huai heard the tone, he knew that Lin Xuan would definitely come.

When Lin Xuan arrived at "Night", the clock had quietly pointed to half past one.

Qin Huai, Li Chenfeng and others had already had a great time drinking. He pushed open the door and the box was filled with the rich aroma of wine.

Lin Xuan frowned unhappily: "Stay away from me."

As he spoke, he reached out to block the wine glass that Qin Huai handed to him.

Qin Huai pretended to be displeased: "You are too picky. I called you five times and you didn't answer. I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

Lin Xuan glanced at him sideways: "Do you still know that you made five calls?"

Qin Huai felt uneasy when he looked at him, so he simply raised his head and drank the glass of wine.

Lin Xuan walked straight towards Li Chenfeng and sat down beside him.

He noticed the cigars on the table, picked up one, cut it open skillfully, and lit it.

"Is the project done?"

As he spoke, Lin Xuan blew out a smoke ring, and his eyes looked even more cold.

Li Chenfeng was already used to it. He gently shook the wine glass in his hand and said, "It ended perfectly."

Lin Xuan nodded slightly, leaned back in his chair, and remained silent.

Lin Xuan is a quiet person, and everyone is used to it.

Qin Huai took a few more sips of wine, and the guilty feeling he had felt when Lin Xuan stared at him had long since disappeared.

He sat down next to Li Chenfeng and looked at Lin Xuan casually. "Secretary Zhao said you didn't have any dinner parties or overtime work today. It's so late, where did you go for a stroll?"

It's impossible that he is going back to the Lin family. Qin Huai doesn't think that Lin Xuan would be so keen on returning to the Lin residence.

Lin Xuan is filial, but returning to the Lin residence is another matter.

Lin Xuan seemed not to hear Qin Huai's words and was too reluctant to even give him a glance.

Seeing that Lin Xuan ignored him, Qin Huai became even more excited: "I called you six times and you didn't answer. Who on earth is so important that you wouldn't even answer my call?"

Lin Xuan moved and slowly placed the cigar in his hand on the table, letting it continue to burn without going out.

"Do you like to pry into other people's affairs?"

His tone was calm, and there was no trace of anger on his face, but Qin Huai couldn't help but feel timid: "Ah, I seem to be a little drunk, Li Chenfeng, I'm drunk, you have to take me home later."

Li Chenfeng chuckled, a playful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Qin Huai shut his mouth wisely, and the atmosphere in the box gradually became quiet and deep.

Li Chenfeng occasionally interjected a few light-hearted words, and Lin Xuan responded briefly. The few of them did not linger too much and dispersed before midnight.

After all, I still have to devote myself to busy work tomorrow.

Lin Xuan originally planned to meet with Su Zimo in advance, but when Zhao Yu reported his schedule the next day, he suddenly remembered that there was an important client who needed to be received.

Due to the effect of sleeping pills, Ye Wanqing slept until noon and only woke up slowly after ten o'clock.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a shimmer on her face. She stepped on her soft slippers and paced downstairs in search of water. Lin Xuan had already vanished from the sofa.

Ye Wanqing didn't care about Lin Xuan's departure. Since he was not around, she felt at ease.

The continuous rain for several days finally stopped, and today we welcomed the long-awaited sunny weather.

As the weather improved, Ye Wanqing's mood seemed to be infected by the sunshine and became brighter.

Perhaps it was the clear sky that gave her strength, or perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, but her mood swings at night had significantly subsided in the past few days.

The continuous rain has made the roses in the garden look a little wilted.

Taking advantage of this rare good weather, Ye Wanqing drove to the flower market and carefully selected dozens of pots of roses. She placed them in an orderly manner on the paths on both sides of the entrance door and carefully trimmed the roses.

The daytime passed quietly in the busyness, but whenever night fell and the sky gradually darkened, her mood would unconsciously become heavy.

However, compared to the night when Lin Xuan caught her losing control, she has made a lot of progress.

Su Zimo received the meeting place and time confirmed by Lin Xuan on Thursday night. He was not willing to meet Lin Xuan, but considering Ye Wanqing, he finally agreed reluctantly.

The two arrived at the agreed location almost at the same time. As a popular star, Su Zimo was afraid of being recognized by fans, so he wore a hat, a mask, and a pair of glasses without prescription.

He arrived a little earlier than Lin Xuan. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Lin Xuan pushed the door open and walked in.

The two had had a disagreement in the past, and now that they met again, the atmosphere was naturally not harmonious.

The box was very soundproof. Su Zimo took off his mask and hat and looked directly at Lin Xuan across from him: "I hope you can talk about a topic that I can be interested in."

Lin Xuan looked back at him: "On the night of Qingming Festival, Ye Wanqing drove to the cemetery alone to pay tribute to your brother."

These words made Su Zimo's face instantly become solemn: "She..."

He was about to speak when he realized that the person sitting opposite him was Lin Xuan. Not wanting him to know more about Ye Wanqing, Su Zimo pursed his lips and said, "So, what exactly does Mr. Lin want to say?"

Lin Xuan did not respond directly, but changed the subject: "I have investigated your brother's accident. It was an accident, at least that's the result I could find out within my ability. But——"

He paused for a moment, his eyes becoming deep and complex: "Ye Wanqing said that she was the one who killed your brother."

After hearing this, Su Zimo's eyes flashed with a trace of unconcealable sadness: "Why can't she let go?"

He murmured in a low voice. If they were not the only two people in the box, Lin Xuan might not have been able to hear it at all.

But Lin Xuan heard it clearly, "What is the connection between your brother's accident and Ye Wanqing?"

Su Zimo came back to his senses, his eyes full of vigilance: "These things, I think they have nothing to do with you. You and her are divorced, you are not qualified to know these."

Lin Xuan leaned back in his chair, raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Su Zimo lightly: "You know more about Ye Wanqing than I do.

I think you know better than me how she is doing now.

She won't let you see her current state, nor will she accept you giving up filming for her. You don't have to tell me, but if anything happens to her, you'll be the indirect cause of it.