Chapter 320

Lying in bed, Zhao Xiaomeng recalls what happened in France during this period. It's like playing a movie. It took only three days from unmarried to married, from France to China. Zhao Xiaomeng tugged at the corners of her mouth, shook her head and said to herself, "I don't want to. I don't want to. It's time to go to bed."

After putting out the light, I soon fell asleep.

At this time, Zhang Wenxuan, who was separated by a wall, turned over and over and couldn't sleep.

In fact, during his time in France, when Zhao Xiaomeng was not around him and pestered him, he also felt very unaccustomed, but he turned people out, so no matter how unaccustomed he was, he had to bear it,. It was not until these days that Zhao Xiaomeng came back to him that he felt that life was not so boring.

But today, when he introduced Tang Chenxiao and Ren Dongping that she was just an ordinary friend of his own, Zhao Xiaomeng's disappointed eyes stung him. That expression often appeared in Zhang Wenxuan's mind, which made Zhang Wenxuan now late at night and unable to sleep.

Zhang Wenxuan stood up, went to the balcony and opened the window to one side. In the window lit a cigarette, let the cold wind constantly hit in his face, perhaps only in this way he will be more sober.

Soon, the lit cigarette burned out, and Zhang Wenxuan lit another one, leaving the smoke around him. Men and women are different. When women are unhappy, they mostly cry to vent their anger. When men are sad, they often smoke one cigarette after another. The so-called "cigarettes understand men's heart best" may not be unreasonable.

When this cigarette also smoked, Zhang Wenxuan wanted to take one, but found that there was only an empty cigarette box left.

Zhang Wenxuan bumps the cigarette case into the garbage can, closes the window and goes back to bed.

Lying in bed, Zhang Wenxuan is still very upset, but after lying for a while, he gradually sleeps and turns out the light. After a while, Zhang Wenxuan finally falls asleep.

The next day, Zhao Xiaomeng's alarm clock called her up. Zhao Xiaomeng took a look at her mobile phone. It was already 7:30. Zhao Xiaomeng cleaned up, washed her face, brushed her teeth and went out. She saw the servant downstairs who was busy all the time,

"miss Zhao, are you awake? Why so early? "Said the servant.

"I'm used to it. Hasn't Wenxuan woken up yet?" Zhao Xiaomeng said.

"The young master hasn't woken up yet, but he should be about to," answered the servant.

"Well, I'll wait for him here for a while." Zhao Xiaomeng said.

After half an hour, the servant had finished all the meals, but Zhang Wenxuan still didn't wake up,

Zhao Xiaomeng said, "I'll go upstairs and call him."

"Good. Thank you, Miss Zhao, "the servant replied gratefully. After all, they are all new people. I don't know what the young master's temper is and whether he is angry. So everyone dare not call him rashly. However, Zhao Xiaomeng offered to help them call him. Of course, the servants were very happy.

"Dangdang..." Zhao Xiaomeng knocked on the door and no one agreed.

"Dangdang..." She knocked on the door again,

"in" came a lazy voice. When Zhao Xiaomeng enters Zhang Wenxuan's bedroom, she can't help blushing when she sees that Zhang Wenxuan's upper body is exposed and her hair is slightly messy, just like a picture of a beautiful man.

"That, that, morning, morning, the meal is ready, I, i. Come and help the servant tell you to eat Zhao Xiaomeng kowtowed.

"OK, I see," said Zhang Wenxuan.

"I'll go downstairs first," Zhao said.

"Well, you go down," said Zhang Wenxuan.

After Zhao Xiaomeng went out, his face was red. He had seen all kinds of Zhang Wenxuan, but he had never seen such an attractive Zhang Wenxuan.

Zhao Xiaomeng went downstairs and looked at her face in the mirror. It was still so red. Zhao Xiaomeng quickly patted her face with water, but it was not so red.

Then he went back to the dining table and continued to wait for breakfast. Soon, Zhang Wenxuan came down from the second floor, sat down next to the dining table and said, "have a meal. If I get up late later, you don't have to wait for me. You can eat first. "

"It's OK, I'd better wait for you to eat together," said Zhao Xiaomeng.

"After dinner, you and I will go back to the old house and let you see my father." Zhang Wenxuan said.

"OK, do I need to prepare anything?" asked Zhao Xiaomeng.

"No, I've prepared everything for you. You can go alone." Zhang Wenxuan said.

"Well, when will it be over?" Zhao Xiaomeng said.

"Let's go after dinner." Zhang Wenxuan said.

"Well, I'll clean up after eating, and we'll go." Zhao Xiaomeng said.

Breakfast atmosphere is still harmonious, and not as low pressure as before, at least now they can sit quietly together to eat and chat.

Soon, they finished their meal,

"come and clear the table," Zhang Wenxuan said to the servant.

"Yes, sir, I'll do it right away," replied the servant,"I'll go upstairs and change first." Zhao Xiaomeng said.

"Well, OK, you go," Zhang Wenxuan replied.

After Zhao Xiaomeng went upstairs, Zhang Wenxuan also went upstairs, but when she went downstairs, Zhang Wenxuan was faster than Zhao Xiaomeng. After all, every girl has to put on make-up and powder in front of the door. Zhao Xiaomeng is no exception, let alone the first time to "see parents," so Zhao Xiaomeng is more serious.

Make up quickly. Zhao Xiaomeng looked in the mirror and went downstairs.

At the moment, Zhang Wenxuan had been waiting downstairs for a long time, a little impatient. But when I saw Zhao Xiaomeng come out, there was a touch of surprise in my eyes.

Zhang Wenxuan knows that Zhao Xiaomeng is a beautiful woman, but she hasn't seen her carefully. In addition, Zhao Xiaomeng doesn't usually make up much, so Zhang Wenxuan doesn't know that Zhao Xiaomeng's makeup is so beautiful. For a moment, all the impatience disappeared and did not speak out.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Zhao Xiaomeng said.

"It's OK. Let's start after we've finished packing up," Zhang Wenxuan said..

"Let's go," said Zhao.

Zhang Wenxuan drives out the car, opens the door and signals to let Zhao Xiaomeng sit in the co driver's seat, because there are many gifts in the back seat of the car, which are prepared by Zhang Wenxuan for Zhang Feng and his stepmother Li Fang.

Although Zhang Wenxuan doesn't like his stepmother very much, she has many things to do on the surface. In order not to let her father worry, she can make the rest of her life more comfortable, so she also prepared a gift for Li Fang.

On the way, Zhang Wenxuan said, "I'll see you later. You're carrying me, pretending to be very loving, you know "

" well, you know, "said Zhao Xiaomeng. In fact, Zhao Xiaomeng doesn't need to pretend anything at all. As long as she shows her true feelings, or has a look in her eyes, as long as she is beside Zhang Wenxuan, others can see at a glance that Zhao Xiaomeng is deeply in love with this man.

The car soon arrived at the old house of Zhang Jia. Before getting off, Zhang Wenxuan once told him, "don't forget what I just told you in the car."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it," said Zhao Xiaomeng. Originally, Zhang Wenxuan wanted to ask for something else, but looking at Zhao Xiaomeng's expression, he swallowed all he wanted to say without too much advice.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Wenxuan put his arm beside Zhao Xiaomeng and motioned for Zhao Xiaomeng to hold his arm. Zhao Xiaomeng was very cooperative and held him. Although it was just a play, Zhao Xiaomeng still liked this feeling.

At the door, Zhang Wenxuan knocked, "dangdangdang..."

The people in the room heard the knock and asked the nanny to open the door, because according to the estimated time, it should be Zhang Wenxuan.

Although the old man didn't care much about Zhang Wenxuan from a long time ago. But after all, there is only one Zhang Feng. So now the body is not good, called Zhang Wenxuan back. The wise man knows what the old man is doing. Only a few people who don't know what to do are still aiming at Zhang Wenxuan.

"Young master, are you home?" Asked the servant.

"Well, I'm back," Zhang said. "Where's my dad?" Zhang Wenxuan asked,

"at home. He just finished a cup of porridge downstairs. Maybe I went back to rest. "

"Well, arrange where we live. I didn't stay at home for a few days to accompany my father," Zhang Wenxuan said to the servant.

"Is your previous room OK?" Asked the servant.

"Yes," Zhang said.

"OK, we'll arrange it right away, young master. Just a moment," the servant replied.

Finish saying, take a few people to tidy up the room that Zhang Wenxuan lives before.

After all, it's a mansion. Every once in a while, a servant will come to clean every room. So the rooms are clean.

"Come on, I'll take you upstairs to see my father," Zhang Wenxuan said.

"Let's go," Zhao Xiaomeng took things and went upstairs with Zhang Wenxuan.

"Dangdang..." There was a knock at the door.

"Please come in" there was an old voice in the room.

"Dad, I'm back," Zhang Wenxuan went in and saw the old man lying on the bed. He had already lost his high spirits, leaving only his emaciated body tormented by the disease. He couldn't help crying out heartily.

"Wenxuan, Wenxuan, you are back at last. Dad, I miss you so much. Seeing you back, I will die without regret." Zhang Feng said.

"Dad, what are you talking about? You will live a long life. Don't think about it blindly," Zhang Wenxuan comforted.

"I know my own body, I know it in my heart," Zhang Feng said with no care.

In fact, when people are old, what they care most about is not life and death, but the precious family affection. Just like Zhang Feng before, he didn't like Zhang Wenxuan very much, and he didn't care much whether Zhang Wenxuan would go back home or not. However, now when he is out of health, what he wants most is his only son.

"Don't say these bad words, Dad. Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Zhao Xiaomeng. We got married in France." Zhang Wenxuan said.