"Didn't I already book a hotel for you? You're going to be kicked out. Are you an idiot?"

"Fly over right away? Miss Shen, let me remind you that you are not in Neihu now, but in London!"

"Shen Wenxia, ​​are you sure you want to hold on to this matter? Why am I sorry for you? You must..."

…

It was Wenxia's call. It turned out that she went to London. It turned out that it was arranged by Yan Shu. It turned out that they had always been in contact. It turned out that Wenxia had always been worried about their marriage. [

A trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, and she suddenly felt that her eyes were a little astringent, and even the delicious rice carefully prepared on the table slowly lost its taste, and it was as hard to swallow as chewing wax.

Ten minutes later, Lan Yanshu finished talking on the phone and returned to the living room with a stinky face. He collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes weakly.

It's just a phone call, it's okay, it's okay, don't scare yourself.

No matter what they had before, it was over, right? Now Yan Shu is married to himself!

She took a deep breath, raised her lips vigorously, forced out a sweet smile, and then faced her, "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!