Wen Yu only had three hours for herself, and she had to rush back to the hotel before six o'clock. Although she already knew that Jiang Yuhe would have a dinner tonight, she should come back early to feel at ease.
Wen Yu took a taxi, first contacted Zhou Yue, and then went straight to the house where she lived on Fusen Street.
This is the only one left of all the houses under her name, and it is also the one she lived in before the accident.
Now Wen Yi'an lives in it.
Thinking of seeing her father soon, Wen Yu couldn't tell what it was like.
Some expectations, but also inexplicably give birth to a bit of bewilderment similar to being close to home.
After all, they are finally going to sit together and face and accept the reality of bankruptcy together.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped at No. 2 Fusen Street.
This is a well-known luxury high-end apartment in Jiangcheng.
When she swiped her face to enter the house, Wen Yu saw the slightly surprised expression on the security guard's face.
She didn't say anything, just smiled at the security guard, and went back to her home as usual.
Press your finger on the fingerprint lock, and with a "snap", the door opens.
Even though it was sunny in the afternoon, the room was dark and gloomy. The curtains were not fully drawn, and the sunlight could not penetrate, making it look a little depressing.
A middle-aged man was standing on the balcony, watering the flowers with a basin of water in his hand.
His back is slightly bowed, and his figure is thin.
Wen Yu opened her lips and called softly, "Dad?"
The elderly figure paused slightly, then turned around: "Yuyu?"
…
Although Wen Yu had only been away for less than a month, seriously, she and Wen Yi'an hadn't seen each other for two or three months.
Wen Yu didn't know about the crises before the company went bankrupt, and she even went shopping in Paris.
At that time, she wanted to find some projects to invest in and start a business by herself. She was originally optimistic about a fashion brand, but she gave up because of disagreement.
Not long after I came back, the following series of things happened.
The father, who used to be dignified and dignified, now has lost his former vigor and looks a little depressed.
"Why did you come back?" Wen Yi'an was surprised, "Didn't I tell you not to come back for a while?"
Wen Yu stepped forward with a forced smile and took his arm: "Because I miss you."
She helped her father walk back, and opened all the curtains by the way:
"You're the only one at home, I don't worry."
Wen Yi'an sighed and shook his head, "What are you doing when you come back, you are still young, you can't bear those white eyes."
Wen Yu knew that her father was very strong all his life, and the divorce from her mother seemed to be a financial problem. He's always wanted to make money, lots and lots of money.
After decades of prosperity, suddenly falling from a high place, a middle-aged person, such a blow is really hard to accept.
Wen Yu understands everything.
"I don't care." Wen Yu held Wen Yi'an's arm, deliberately speaking casually, "Who is your daughter, who dares to look at me, maybe she doesn't want her eyeballs anymore."
"Yes, yes, yes." Wen Yi'an forced a smile: "But a friend in adversity sees the truth, your former friends, only You Xin, are sincere, and come to see me every few days."
After speaking, he raised his head and was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with your nose?"
Wen Yu came in a hurry, Wen Yu completely forgot to take off the wound stickers, if she told Wen Yi'an that she had been in a car accident now, it would only make the old father's guilt worse.
no need.
Wen Yu smiled and poked the tip of her nose, looking careless: "It's okay, I accidentally knocked it."
Perhaps it was his daughter's smile that infected Wen Yi'an, and his mood eased a little. He pulled Wen Yu to sit beside him and asked:
"I've always wanted to ask, what does your friend in Beijing do? Do I know him?"
Wen Yu evaded his eyes and prevaricated: "He started a small company, so I'm learning from him, so I can lay a solid foundation for my own business in the future."
Wen Yi'an nodded in relief, then shook his head after a while, "Forget it, don't start a business, you are a girl, and now that your father is like this, I can't help you. Otherwise..."
Wen Yi'an was silent for a moment, "Find someone to marry."
"?" Wen Yu seemed to have heard a joke, "Dad, I'm only twenty-two years old. Who do I marry at such a young age? Besides, it's not like you haven't seen Shen Mingjian's virtues. Men are not reliable at all."
"That kid Shen Mingjia is unreliable, but there is one person who is absolutely reliable," Wen Yi'an's voice was slightly raised, his words were affirmative, and there was a little smile on his face when he said this.
Wen Yu frowned: "Who is it?"
"Ah Yue."
"..."
The old father, who was still depressed just now, regained his spirits, just like the parents in the blind date corner, he suddenly opened up the chatter box: "For so long, Zhou Yue has been doing his best by my side, and now he is responsible for the company's aftermath. It's being dealt with. He graduated from a prestigious university with a graduate degree, and his family is also a scholarly family, so you won't suffer any disadvantages if you associate with him."
Wen Yu: "..."
Wen Yi'an patted his daughter's hand lightly, "Actually, even if we didn't go bankrupt, I would still like to match you up. Ayue is really a good kid, knowledgeable, humble and stable, and—"
"Dad." Wen Yu interrupted Wen Yi'an directly, and paused: "But we are bankrupt now."
Wen Yu's meaning is very clear—
In the past, you thought we were worthy, that was in the past.
Now we may not be able to climb high.
The words of the daughter hit the nail on the head, and Wen Yi'an suddenly became sad.
"Yeah," he murmured.
The doorbell rang at this moment, saying that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived, and Zhou Yue came with a few bags of ingredients.
Seeing Wen Yu, he nodded, "Miss, long time no see."
In fact, Wen Yu and Zhou Yue are not very close, the only contact they had in the past was because of his father's work. Wen Yu didn't even take a serious look at what the secretary-general looked like.
I saw it today.
Wearing a white shirt and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he has the temperament of a scholarly family, as clear as jade, clean and bright.
Wen Yu also nodded, "Long time no see Secretary Zhou, thank you for taking care of my dad during this time."
Zhou Yue smiled lightly, "It should be, I have followed Mr. Wen in Huadu since I graduated, and I am used to it."
Wen Yu hummed, and the greeting was over, "Then...give me all the documents that need to be signed."
"good."
Wen Yu returned to her room with the documents.
Although she was not there, the room was tidy. The sheets seemed to be newly changed, and there was still my favorite cartoon doll in the middle of the pillow.
Everything here is so familiar, yet inexplicably strange.
In the cloakroom, the bags she bought in the past are still there, each of which is a luxury item, limited edition.
Wen Yu's fingers slid across the top one by one, as if saying goodbye to the luxurious self in the past, but she was also grateful that even if she went bankrupt, she still had these things to temporarily save her father from being too embarrassing.
Although the conversation with her father just now did not show the picture of bitterness as imagined, Wen Yu knew very well that Wen Yi'an and her were both trying to put on a smiling face to face each other, and they didn't want to make the other party worry.
Sighing, Wen Yu sat down in front of the dressing table, took out the documents Zhou Yue gave her and signed them one by one.
When she finished signing and got up to go out, she accidentally bumped into a small bottle on the table, and after looking down, she realized—
This is the perfume I bought in a small handicraft workshop in Paris before. When I went to the concert that night, she specially sprayed it on, and it smelled very good.
Wen Yu couldn't take anything in this room with her, and she didn't plan to take it with her.
But Wen Yu was inexplicably reluctant to part with this little fragrance.
After a while, she resolutely picked it up and put it in her coat pocket.
Just treat it as a token left by your past self and make it a souvenir.
Back in the living room, Zhou Yue had already prepared a table of meals.
A combination of meat and vegetables, four dishes and one soup.
"Mr. Wen said that you like sweet and sour pork. It's the first time I've made it. Maybe it doesn't taste that good." Zhou Yue said, and opened the seat for Wen Yu, "I hope the eldest lady will give you some advice after eating."
Wen Yu: "..."
Wen Yi'an had already taken his seat, and he also greeted Wen Yu: "Sit down, what are you doing in a daze."
Wen Yu handed the document to Zhou Yue, and after a long silence, she said cruelly: "Dad, I may not have time to eat with you, I'm going back to Beijing on the plane at night."
Wen Yi'an was taken aback, "Are you going to leave just after you come back?"
Wen Yu nodded cautiously.
Wen Yi'an put down his chopsticks and didn't speak for several seconds.
Wen Yu was also struggling in her heart.
It was already 5:40, but Jiang Yuhe still had a dinner tonight.
Another half hour should be... okay
Wen Yu didn't want to see her father look lonely, if she couldn't even stay for a meal, what was the point of her coming back.
To add more disappointment to others.
I can't manage that much anymore.
Wen Yu sat down, smiled and picked up a piece of tenderloin: "Then I'll try Secretary Zhou's cooking skills before leaving."
Both men had smiles on their faces at the same time.
…
Wen Yu had never had such a short and warm meal with her father.
When parting, Wen Yi'an's condition was much better than when Wen Yu came back, "Don't worry, I'm fine by myself, by the way, say hello to your friend for me, and say that Dad will thank him in person next time when he goes to Beijing care."
Wen Yu vaguely agreed.
Zhou Yue sent Wen Yu to the door of the apartment, and saw that she was in a hurry to take a taxi, and said, "Why don't I take you off, you also know that this is the rush hour, and it's hard to take a taxi."
It was already half past six, Wen Yu didn't dare to delay any longer, hesitated for a moment, and agreed to Zhou Yue's suggestion.
Zhou Yue's car is an SUV, the cabin is spacious and bright, just like him, he is very comfortable to get along with.
Wen Yu fastened her seat belt: "I'm sorry, Secretary Zhou."
Zhou Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled softly, "I feel like Missy has changed."
"Really." Wen Yu twitched her lips and laughed at herself, "Don't call me Missy anymore, I'm not Missy now, just call me by my name."
"Okay." Zhou Yue paused, and then read out the name lightly and solemnly from his lips: "Wen Yu."
Wen Yu didn't notice the subtle emotional change in his two words, she tilted her head and asked, "Can I bother you with something?"
Zhou Yue: "You say."
"All the bags in my cloakroom help me to find a second-hand store and sell them. It's useless to keep them now. You help me sell them all and see how much I can exchange them for. On the one hand, if the company still owes debts, they will be confiscated. on the other hand… "
Wen Yu considered her words, and said after a few seconds: "How much was your monthly salary in the past, I will pay you on behalf of Dad now."
Wen Yu didn't want to owe favors.
I also hope that with such an arrangement, Zhou Yue can understand her meaning and position.
Zhou Yue was silent for a moment, but did not refuse: "Okay."
"Thank you." Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the road in front of him and asked, "How long is it?"
"Hurry up, that intersection is just around the corner."
As soon as Wen Yu heard this, she immediately stopped, "I'm right here, you don't have to send me to the door."
Zhou Yue was stunned for a moment, "Why?"
"It's not very convenient." Wen Yu unbuckled her seat belt, "Thank you, goodbye."
"..."
Zhou Yue was caught off guard by Wen Yu. Seeing that he had already got out of the car, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Wen Yu dropped a small bottle of perfume on the seat.
Busily got out of the car to catch up, "Wen Yu!"
Wen Yu turned around.
"You dropped something."
When Wen Yu saw that it was perfume, she turned back and took it and put it in her pocket, "Thank you, I'll go first."
"Are you okay?" Zhou Yue asked worriedly.
"It's okay, I'm just in a hurry, bye."
As soon as the words were finished, when she turned around, Wen Yu's intuition inexplicably sensed an unusually familiar figure.
Tall, black, approaching with a sense of danger.
Her heart skipped a beat, she clearly knew who it might be, but Wen Yu still blindly hoped in her heart that it was just her own illusion.
With the heartbeat that was jumping into her throat, Wen Yu turned around slowly, and when she saw the person in front of her clearly, her back felt cold—
She saw clearly that Jiang Yuhe got off a car at the intersection less than twenty meters away from her.
The man was wearing a black windbreaker with a stern face, and he closed the car door heavily with one hand.
It's coming towards me now.
... The Shura field really came as soon as it was said.
Wen Yu felt the blood start to flow backward rapidly in her body, which made her mind go blank, she was at a loss, and she stood there stiffly.
Zhou Yue noticed her strangeness, "What's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Jiang Yuhe was getting closer and closer to her, Wen Yu's legs were a little weak, and she tried her best to calm down and warned Zhou Yue in a low voice:
"Don't talk. No matter what happens later, don't say you know me. You will do whatever I say. Do you hear me?"
Zhou Yue seemed to understand, but before he could digest what Wen Yu meant, he heard her call: "Brother, I'm here!"
Zhou Yue: "...?"
elder brother
The line of sight followed and looked out.
At the same time, Jiang Yuhe walked up to him.
He stood still and glanced between Wen Yu and Zhou Yue—
"Where did you go?" The voice sounded light, but it felt a heavy sense of oppression.
Wen Yu's mood changed very quickly, and those inexplicable nervous expressions just now disappeared, and at this moment, she seemed to be terrified:
"I'm sorry brother, brother Li Bai and I got lost at Wangjiang Bridge. I didn't have any money with me. I followed the map back to the hotel and went the wrong way. Fortunately, I met this kind-hearted handsome guy who gave me a lift."
You have to do a full set of acting, Wen Yu finished speaking and turned to Zhou Yue, "I'm really bothering you, or let's add a WeChat account, and I will transfer the car money to you later."
Then he gave a particularly suggestive smile—
Be smart, bro! Look at my eyes!
Whether I am lying dead on the street today is up to you!
Think it over before you speak!
Zhou Yue didn't move.
His eyes were still on the man whom Wen Yu called "brother".
And Jiang Yuhe was also looking at him coldly.
Measure, scrutinize, be alert... All the information revealed in the eyes is extremely unfriendly.
The atmosphere subtly froze here, Wen Yu was extremely restless, her temples throbbed wildly, as if a pot of boiling water was burning in her heart.
When I was considering whether to take the initiative to say something—
Zhou Yue smiled lightly, took out his mobile phone: "OK."
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "Yeah, let me sweep you."
Zhou Yue cooperatively opened his QR code.
But the moment Wen Yu handed over the phone, Jiang Yuhe grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his side forcefully.
He turned his head slightly, and told Li Bai beside him: "Go and give the money."
Then he glanced at Wen Yu, but without saying anything, he dragged him by the wrist all the way and stuffed him into the car.
Wen Yu: "..."