My Wife Poke Me

Shu Tong also returned in Wen Rongyu's car, but the difference was that He Li sat in the co-pilot.

On the way, He Li spoke to Assistant Jiang and told him her address.

For the rest of the time, He Li never spoke again, but the other two people in the car-Wen Ronghe and Shu Tong.

The two of them have been talking and chatting, of course, most of them are Shu Tong talking.

He Li did not speak. She looked at the two men sitting behind her through the rearview mirror.

Can't help but think, Wen Rong and Shu Tong are so ambiguous, aren't they afraid of Nan Sheng thinking?

That day, she clearly heard Nan Sheng's son calling Wen Rong and his father ...

Black Cayenne stopped by the road, Assistant Jiang respectfully said, "Miss Shu, here."

Although Shu Tong smiled, "I will go back then, Mr. Wen."

After that, she turned her gaze on He Li again. "Miss He, good night."

Out of courtesy, He Li also said to her, "Good night."

When Shu Tong was in the car, she kept talking, so the atmosphere was harmonious.

After she was gone, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fortunately, the road is not blocked at this point, so in less than 20 minutes, we arrived at the apartment where He Li temporarily lives.

It was already eleven o'clock. He Li was too worried about scrolling, thanked him, and hurriedly got out of the car.

At this moment, the man said, "Can I borrow the bathroom?"

He Li looked at this, she said quietly, "Walk 30 meters forward and there is a public toilet on the left. Mr. Wen can go there if he can't help it."

To be honest, she would agree to borrow if she was a stranger.

But if this person is Wen Rongyu, then he cannot.

When Assistant Jiang heard these words, he smiled.

His boss ca n’t use this method if he wants to talk?

Borrowing a toilet? How old-fashioned!

He Li did not go to see how the man reacted and got out of the car.

The expression on Wen Ronghe's face was a bit dark. He glanced at the assistant who wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, and said coldly, "Go back by car."

"Okay, boss."

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On the way back, Wen Rongyu leaned back, pulling his tie a little irritably.

He did not expect He Lihui to relentlessly refused.

Indeed, his intention was not to go to the bathroom, but to take a look at the child.

Thinking of the children I saw that day, Wen Rongyu's eyes were a little dark.

At this moment, the mobile phone in the mobile phone pocket vibrated, and Nan Sheng called it.

Wen Rongyu rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Rong Yu, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. It's like this, Zigan always shouted to see you, otherwise I won't be able to hit him ...

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Half an hour later

Royal Palace

Wen Ronghe looked at the sleepy child on the sofa and said blankly: "Nan Sheng, next time you call me, don't use your child as a shield."

Nan Sheng's expression was awkward. "Rong Yu, I don't know if this guy will wait for you."

Wen Rongyu said, "If nothing is wrong, I'll go back first."

Nan Sheng was anxious to see him leave, "Rong Yu, I do have something to find you--"

Wen Rong walked slightly with his footsteps.

Nan Sheng bit his lip and said, "Rong Yu, can you lend me some money?"

"How many?"

"Five million." Nan Sheng's eyes were red. "My dad lost business again and owes a lot of debt. I have no way to find you."

Wen Rong and his slender hand took the phone out of his pocket, manipulated it, and then looked up: "It's turned over."

A smile appeared on Nan Sheng's face. "Thank you for your help, and I will return it to you when I have money."

Wen Rong said, "Get off early."

When the man disappeared into sight, the smile on Nan Sheng's face disappeared instantly. She sat on the sofa and passed the money to a person on WeChat.

The opponent's hand speed is fast, and the payment is received in seconds.

Seeing this, Nan Sheng sent a message to the past: [I transferred the money to you, don't contact me in the future. 】

[I have several brothers under my hands, and it's only enough for me to spend a few months on this money. 】

Nan Sheng stared at the message in the dialog box, his face was ugly. [What do you want? 】

[What do I think? Aren't you clear? 】

This time, Nan Sheng didn't return. He just smashed the phone and sat on the sofa, his shoulders shaking with trembling.