Chapter 307 (1/2)

When she left Yan's house with a cold face, she went out of the door, got into the carriage and threw herself directly into the man's arms.

In the living room of Yan's family, in the face of Ms. Lian's stubborn and mean attitude, the feeling of suffocation attacked her.

She was afraid that if she didn't leave, she might have a more fierce quarrel with her.

Zhuo Han sat in the driver's seat, quietly raised the partition, got off and smoked a lonely cigarette.

Madam is in a bad mood now. Let the president coax her first.

Anyway, he was used to abuse, so he let dog food fly for a while.

In the carriage, when the man catches inkstone, Qi rushes to her body and holds her in his arms, the palm of his hand gives her comfort again and again.

”What did you say?”

The man's mellow voice flowed in the ear, with the stable magnetism calmed her mood.

She stuffs her face in his arms and responds in a stuffy voice, ”I say she treats Wen Zhiyuan more like her daughter.”

This is her deep feeling just now.

Generally, she was also stimulated by Ms. Lian's indifference, so she said this hurtful words.

But... Does she really have a mother daughter relationship with Ms. Lian?

Ms. Lian's attitude towards her has long been like the ice that can't be melted in the mountains. It's neither warm nor warm. A few impulsive words just make their relationship more distant and talk about their feelings.

”Crying?” Men feel the arms of the people slightly shrunk shoulder, gently open the distance between the two, hold her face, eyes gentle.

Yan Shiqi's face is held by his warm palm. She shakes her head, but her eyes are full of tears: ”no crying, just shaking with anger.”

The man put her in his arms again and patted her on the shoulder. Wen Sheng said, ”Zhuo Han will investigate the details. As for the relationship between Wen Zhiyuan and her...”

”You don't think so, do you?”

Inkstone when seven mind clear, the brain is also very intelligent, heard the man said so, immediately figured out the deep meaning of his words.

The man looks down at her and kisses her trembling eyelashes. ”Too many coincidences are deliberate.”