She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Lin Mo paused for a moment, then said truthfully, "It seems I didn't... I didn't go back. After work, I went to his senior's place with Miss Wen."

As soon as he finished speaking, a distinct chill swept over him.

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

After a long pause, he finally mustered the courage to ask, "Boss, did you do something to upset your wife? Should I order a gift and send it to her...?"

The dark figure seemed to move slightly.

Lin Mo received no response this time, and soon Han Xi came out carrying his coat.

As Lin Mo passed by, Lin Mo subconsciously stepped back to make way, but was still startled by the strong smell of smoke on him and couldn't help but frown.

He had worked for the boss for over six years and rarely smoked.

It seems there was a real conflict between him and his wife this time, otherwise he wouldn't have locked himself in the office all afternoon.

Seeing Han Xi enter the elevator, Lin Mo quickly grabbed his clothes and followed.

"Boss, does President Lu need me to decline or...? He said he has already severely punished Lu Jie and hopes you won't hold it against the child."

child?

Ah.

Han Xi's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. "Tell Lu Pei that if he can get Lu Jie to personally address me as 'Second Uncle' according to seniority, I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise..."

His brows furrowed, and the smile in his eyes turned chilling to the bone.

Lu Pei's mother was the eldest daughter of Han Xi's father's cousin, so Han Xi was indeed Lu Jie's elder.

Lin Mo's lips twitched. It would be better to kill Lu Jie than to make him yell...

The black Maybach quickly drove out of the Han family's underground parking garage and headed towards the street next to it.

At that time, it was the home of Zhou Yufan in Guanlanting.

After Wen Yang finished crying, Zhou Yufan sat down and brought out a table full of dishes.

Fang Li gently patted Wen Yang's head and asked softly, "Does crying make you feel better?"

Wen Yang sniffed, raised her red eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Hmm, much better, Lao Zhou, I don't want to stay in a hotel anymore. Can you let me stay for two nights?"

Zhou Yufan, who was setting the table, turned his head and said, "...How could I say I couldn't?"

"What do you think?!" Wen Yang deliberately made a fierce expression.

Zhou Yufan smiled and said, "Okay, you can stay as long as you want."

"Old Zhou." Wen Yang's fierce expression instantly turned into gratitude. She got up, ran over to him, and gave him a big hug: "I will remember you for the rest of my life."

"..." Zhou Yufan's lips twitched. Why did these words sound so unpleasant?

And is this still the Wen Yang he knows? Over the years, he's faced everything, from Buddhas to demons, and he's never been afraid of anything. How did he become so insecure?

Zhou Yufan pushed her away with a look of disdain, set out the last pair of chopsticks, and casually pushed her into the chair next to him, his eyes indifferent: "Eat."

Fang Li also came over, and the three of them sat down at the dining table.

"There's only this much food left in the fridge, you'll have to make do with it." Zhou Yufan served rice to the two of them, handing it to Fang Li first.

Fang Li took the chopsticks, held them, and looked at the several dishes that looked and smelled delicious. She said, "Senior's cooking skills are definitely not just passable. You have no idea how much we've missed your cooking all these years!"

Wen Yang also picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. She squinted her eyes and chewed it a couple of times with satisfaction before saying, "Old Zhou, your cooking skills are still as good as ever. If you didn't become a screenwriter, you could open a restaurant and your business would definitely be good."

Zhou Yufan glanced at the two of them speechlessly, "Eat up, you two, I must have owed you something in my past life."

Fang Li and Wen Yang exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

"You're not even willing to be praised."

"Senior, could you teach me how to cook sometime?"

Zhou Yufan twitched his lips, ignoring everyone.

After eating for a while, Zhou Yufan put down his chopsticks first and looked at Fang Li, "She's recovered now, what about you, shouldn't you say something?"

"..." Fang Li suddenly bit her chopsticks, her clear, cold eyes flashing with light as she looked at Zhou Yufan.

Wen Yang, who was standing next to them, looked at the two of them in surprise. "What did you say? Pear, what happened to you?"

Zhou Yufan noticed the gloom in Fang Li's eyes, frowned slightly, moved his lips, and said in a low voice, "Is it because of what happened last night? Did Han Xi get angry with you?"

Wen Yang was stunned, looking at Fang Li in confusion: "Last night? What happened last night?"

Zhou Yufan rolled his eyes at her speechlessly.

Wen Yang immediately realized that she seemed to have been quite drunk last night and must have missed something.

She pursed her lips, gave an awkward smile, and looked at Fang Li earnestly.

“…Mm.” Fang Li nodded slowly.

Zhou Yufan frowned deeply, looked at Fang Li, and said, "No wonder you two were acting strangely today. Did he hit you? What happened to your neck?"

When the neck was mentioned, Wen Yang threw down her chopsticks, got up, and pulled open Fang Li's half-high collar to check.

There was a band-aid stuck on it. She frowned and peeled it off.

Fang Li realized what was happening and reached out to press it, but it was too late.

The two rows of shallow imprints were now exposed to the air, and for a moment the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The anger that had been rising on Zhou Yufan's and Wen Yang's faces instantly turned into embarrassment.

"this........"

Wen Yang looked at Zhou Yufan helplessly.

Zhou Yufan touched his nose and turned his face away.

Fang Li quickly slapped her hand away and pulled up her collar. "Actually, I understand why he was so angry. I just... I just can't accept him being so angry without saying a word..."

By the end, Fang Li's ears were red as she gripped the chopsticks.

“Ahem…” Zhou Yufan cleared his throat, picked up the water glass beside him and took a sip, and said, “I can understand. After all, Lu Jie provoked us first. No man could resist.”

"Lu Jie? Young Master Lu is here too?" Wen Yang asked blankly.

Zhou Yufan looked at her: "..."

Fang Li didn't want to say anything to her.

Wen Yang chuckled dryly, licked her lips, and lowered her voice: "How did he provoke President Han? Could it be that he...?"

Neither of them spoke.

Wen Yang's eyes gleamed, and a knowing smile gradually appeared on her face: "No wonder. President Han didn't beat Young Master Lu to death last night?!"

“Almost,” Zhou Yufan said calmly.

Wen Yang: "They really started fighting? My god, how did I get so excited? This is the battle of the century, a rare spectacle!"

A man like Han Xi, who clearly has an extremely strong possessive desire, was provoked by Lu Jie. It would be strange if Lu Jie didn't suffer the consequences!

Thinking of what happened last night, Wen Yang couldn't help but look at Fang Li, her gaze seemingly trying to see through her clothes and into her body.

Wen Yang's eyes were full of interest as she scrutinized Fang Li, making Fang Li feel uneasy all over.

"Knock down."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.