Chapter 1067: Do you scold him often

Chapter 1067 Do you often scold him?
There was a light rain outside as if by the occasion.
Lu Wenzhou put out half of the cigarette in the ashtray, covered his face with his hands, bowed his waist, and said in a low voice: "Wang Hui, do I deserve it?"
Wang Hui sounded strangely uncomfortable, and quickly comforted: "Don't say that, back then..."
"If I really didn't like him back then, maybe I shouldn't give in to the old man and marry her against my will."
Wang Hui sighed, "Isn't that the old man threatening you with his dying life."
Lu Wenzhou grabbed his face: "I was wrong from the beginning. In those two years, I did a lot of wrong things to her, adding mistakes to her, so that there was too much between us, right? I can't save her?"
Wang Hui: "That's not what I said, people's hearts are grown in flesh, after all, Miss Zhou has liked you before. If you realize your mistakes and actively make up for them, I think..."
"Is there really hope?" He seemed to put his only hope on Wang Hui. As long as Wang Hui said there was hope, he would have the motivation to go on again.
Wang Hui didn't dare to speak for a while, if he really didn't succeed in the end, the second master would definitely blame him.
"If I say there is no hope, what do you plan to do with the second master? Did you abandon her?"
Lu Wenzhou's eyes went cold, making Wang Hui a little frightened.
He knew what the second master was thinking, he was blaming him, he couldn't even make him happy with a nice sentence, he was too useless to be a bodyguard.
"You can go out." Lu Wenzhou's voice returned to his usual cold and indifferent voice.
Wang Hui knew that his second master's intermittent dazedness had recovered and he didn't need him to solve anything, so he hurried out of the room.
Lu Wenzhou smoked a whole pack of cigarettes that night, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, writing on the windows with his fingers, and asked in a loud voice, Zhou Tao, what am I going to do, what am I going to do?
It was still midsummer, long summer, and Wen Qiao went to Shen's house again.
Uncle Chen asked her to wait downstairs, and Wen Qiao brows indistinctly: "What's the matter? Has Shen Yan still not got up?"
Uncle Chen smiled: "Young Master is in Mr.'s study, maybe there is something to talk about."
Suddenly there was a rage from upstairs. It was Shen Guozhong's voice. Wen Qiao remembered the scene of Shen Guozhong's angrily kicking Shenyan before, and frowned. Is it domestic violence again?
It is strange that children who grow up in this atmosphere have normal mental performance.
"Does your husband often scold Shen Yan?"
Wen Qiao asked straightforwardly, but Uncle Chen was taken aback, and quickly said: "Nothing."
Wen Qiao pointed to his ear: "Do you think I am deaf? Your husband is so loud."
Uncle Chen ignored her and seemed too lazy to explain to her.
Wen Qiao pressed his temple. Shen Yan was nine years old. He grew up in this kind of family and his personality is normal.
"Did Shen Yan get into trouble again?"
Uncle Chen: "No."
Wen Qiao frowned.
Uncle Chen said: "Ms. Wen, you are just a family teacher. Don't be arrogant. You should take care of what you should do. Don't ask more about what you shouldn't."
Wen Qiao knew that this butler was to maintain his husband's reputation.
After a while, the study door opened, and Chen Shu said, "Miss Wen can go up."
Wen Qiao went up to the second floor and met Shen Guozhong. The anger on Shen Guozhong's face hadn't disappeared. When she saw Wen Qiao, she turned a blind eye. When she was transparent, she went straight to the third floor.
(End of this chapter)