Chapter 3827: I am happy to meet Lao Qingren, 1200 words

When she came out of the bedroom, Ye Mubai was also stunned. It was probably because she had seen her at home for half a year, and she was a little uncomfortable. He stared at her for a long time, but Wen Yuan misunderstood, and said quietly: "Cosmetics They are all for pregnant women, so there will be no problem."
He smiled and shook her hand: "I'm just... a little amazing Wen Yuan."
With that, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Wen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, he had taken her hand out.
Xiangnan wanted to jump over, but her parents had already left. Xiangnan said stupidly: "Mom is so beautiful."
Hey, there is no place for him in the world of two people.
Wen Yuan followed Ye Mubai downstairs. He drove a black phantom. Wen Yuan sat in the back seat of the car.
Ye Mubai sat in the car with a faint voice, "There is a cup in front of it with warm water in it. If you are thirsty, drink a little bit. After a while, don't drink, let alone drink, at the reception, you know?"
His tone is a bit domineering, which is rare. Wen Yuan nodded: "I know."
Ye Mubai drove and drove on the streets of New York. From time to time, he would look in the rearview mirror and then smiled: "Wen Yuan, are you going to the wedding with the face of your stepmother? What do you think of when those reporters would write , I will probably dig out those things about Lin Danni and me again."
Wen Yuan bit his lip: "That has nothing to do with me."
"You are my wife, why doesn't it matter?" He laughed, "Be happy."
Wen Yuan didn't say anything. Of course, she wouldn't show her face, but she didn't want to be happy on purpose. It was hypocritical.
But Ye Mubai only needs her to be normal.
Tonight, many celebrities attended, and it was the first time that Ye Mubai took his wife to socialize, so the shots on them were not less than those of the prospective couple, especially Ye Mubai and Lin Danni had a section. Fortunately, foreign news about Lin Danni’s suicide There is nothing, so I don't pay too much attention to it, but Wen Yuan's oriental temperament is very charming, making these foreigners keep pressing the shutter, thinking that she is the Hepburn of the East.
Ye Mubai took good care of her emotions, for fear that she was not used to it. In fact, how could a girl from the Wen family not get used to it? Besides, she had been Ye Mulin's nominal wife for a few years, and she had long been used to these occasions.
When they arrived in the banquet hall, she and Ye Mubai gave gifts together. After chatting for a while, he helped her sit down on the sofa. People would come to chat with them from time to time. Later, Ye Mubai needed to talk about a new project. It is inconvenient here. Wen Yuan politely asked him to talk to others, saying that he could be alone.
Ye Mubai and several producers switched corners to chat. Wen Yuan leaned there to read the magazine for a while and ate some snacks. The atmosphere in the banquet hall was very good. I heard that a world-class violinist was invited. It came because the two parties had personal friendship.
Wen Yuan was stunned for a while, then turned his head and saw a familiar face.
She stood up slowly, looking at the young man playing the violin.
"Concho." She murmured his name.
The man in front of him smiled, finished a piece of music, put down the string in his hand, "Long time no see, Wen Yuan."
Kang Qiao stretched out her hand, Wen Yuan put his hand in his palm hesitantly. She thought it would be a grip, but Con Qiao gently pulled her into her arms and kissed her on the face: Okay?"
He just kissed his face. It's normal abroad. Although Wen Yuan was a little uncomfortable, she didn't make a fuss. She stood up straight and pursed her lips: "I'm fine... why are you here?"
"I'm the personal relationship!" He smiled, "There is no way."
As he said, he put down the piano, and took a glass of red wine to her, and he also took a glass: "Drink a glass for reunion."
Wen Yuan wanted to say rejection. The cup in her hand was taken by a strong hand, and Ye Mubai's indifferent voice: "Mr. Kang, my wife is pregnant and can't drink, sorry."