Chapter 329

Just turn a blind eye to live in peace. Don't want to spend time and energy on people and things that are not worth her waste.

As a child of high-ranking cadres, Han Wenqing received the most orthodox and severe education since childhood. She is really at the top of the pyramid.

Her father brought her glory. From the moment she was born, it was destined that every descendant of the Han family could enjoy this honor. Although Han Wenxuan is engaged in business, he is also a typical red enterprise, which is inseparable from the authority of the Han family.

Everyone in the Han family will make unremitting efforts to protect the family glory. Their marriage and their work are all chips for their rights.

In her heart. She is deeply proud of her class. Her innate sense of superiority has been imprinted on her since childhood, including every member of the Han family.

They are proud of that identity.

In every marriage, they need to be well matched to consolidate their core position. But the superior life inevitably breeds arrogance and corruption. Thinking of Han xiaduo and Han Jingyu, Han Wenqing has a look of awe. There are still several men in the Han family who have entered an important department according to their preset life path. As for the series of laughable behaviors Han xiaduo did for Fu Yunqian, she was willing to help Han xiaduo in those years because she thought it was necessary, but today Han xiaduo inherited the shortcomings of Han Wenxuan and Hu Yalan, but did not inherit the wisdom and bearing that he should have. As for Han Jingyu's character

No top-notch ability, no outstanding talent, Han Zhijing and Xu Yining, one is full of talent, the other comes from a famous family, if they really have any shortcomings, they should not be so arrogant and reckless

She had never doubted before, because there was no place to doubt, but now, the appearance of Peng Yuan and Tang Xiaoyan makes everything complicated.

Perhaps, only her keen insight into the first opportunity, of course, this matter may not have an impact on the overall situation, but, her more serious character, not to find out all the details, how can you be reconciled.

Another point is that between Xu Yining and Peng Yuan, she is naturally more inclined to the beautiful Xu Yining.

Nanny helps Han Wenqing open the door and invite her into the room.

Han Wenqing smiles faintly. There is a kind of aloofness and indifference. This woman who holds power and is used to mediating in power is born with a sense of arrogance.

As the sun sets, the dim afterglow slants over the woman sitting on the sofa with a plain shawl.

The shadows in the cupboards are overlapped, and the static sketches swing back and forth on their hearts.

Seeing Peng Yuan, Han Wenqing quickly realized that she was restrained but still sad. She didn't speak and just looked at Peng Yuan sitting on the sofa.

Her eyes are very sharp, but Peng Yuan just sat there, quietly looking at her, calmly accepting her examination, for a long time, slowly stood up, called people, gave Han Wenqing tea, and asked her to take a seat.

Han Wenqing sat down on the single sofa opposite Peng Yuan. Facing this house which is already exquisite for ordinary people, her expression is very light.

Peng Yuan is not in the mood to play riddles with her, and she is really in a bad state, so she just wants to make a quick decision: "Han Jukai, I don't know when, please come to visit."

The nanny brought up the tea, which was the first-class Biluochun. Han Wenqing did not answer her question after smelling it. Instead, he said, "the tea is very good. It's said that old lady Fu has sent a lot of betrothal gifts. This is one of them."

The best Biluochun, even Han Wenqing rarely get, let alone Peng Yuan.

Peng Yuan listened to her, her heart trembled slightly, but her performance was calm: "so what, so what."

"If so, it's just like a little banquet. It's like the Fu family."

Peng Yuan did not speak. For a moment, she could not understand Han Wenqing's intention, so she simply kept silent.

Han Wenqing dragged the lid of the cup and slowly sipped a sip of tea. Then he put down the cup and said, "I want to know something."

Peng Yuan almost invisible pick eyebrows, fingers but clenched the sofa towel at hand, but on the face, is still quiet: "what can I do for you, Han Jukai."

Han Wenqing picked the corner of his mouth, and a deep sneer appeared in his eyes: "I want to know why you are sad these days."

Under the pressure of her fear, Peng Yuan's face became colder, and her eyes became more and more deep: "Han Jukai, I'm in a good mood. It's hard not to be sad. It doesn't matter to you. Do you come all the way from the capital just to care about me?"

Peng Yuan took the cup in front of her and took a sip.

Han Wenqing's smile was light, as if he had seen everything. He took up his tea cup and took a sip of tea: "since you say so, let me ask you another question, Mrs. Tang. Who are you guarding for?"

After hearing this, Peng Yuan's face changed, her breath was a little short, and her fingers clenched the sofa towel more tightly. However, in the face of Han Wenqing's fierce eyes, she slowly calmed down: "Han Jukai, I don't understand what this means. If you just come to visit me, thank you for your concern. If it's OK, I'll go upstairs to have a rest. It's not convenient to send you. Help yourself."Peng Yuan got up and walked toward the stairs with weak feet.

Staring at the teacup left in front of her, Han Wenqing quietly waited for her to go upstairs, packed the teacup with a thin plastic bag, slightly humming, with her inherent pride and paranoia. Although Peng Yuan's expression had told her everything, she still wanted to verify it and use evidence to prove her guess.

When Peng Yuan returned to her room, she was tottering.

What does Han want to do after all.

She felt cold to the bone.

If that thing is revealed, what will be waiting for her? Han Jingyu is dead. Will the Han family show mercy to her?

Outside the gate, Fu Yunqian's car just stopped. Tang Xiaoyan untied his seat belt and jumped out of the car. Then he saw Han Wenqing's strong figure in front of them.

Why is Han Wenqing here? This idea made Tang Xiaoyan stop and stop.

Fu Yunqian walked to Tang Xiaoyan without saying anything, but the meaning of maintenance was obvious.

They have no good impression of Han Wenqing.

Han Wenqing over there, looking at the figure of Fu Yunqian and Tang Xiaoyan standing quietly, for a moment, also had some difficulty in speaking.

Looking back on the past, she was so proud that she would not bow her head. It was just a Tang banquet She sighed, nodded, and passed them.

As soon as Han Wenqing left, Tang Zhenyuan came back from the outside. He bought a la carte, wore a loose polo shirt, a pair of brown casual pants, and carried a vegetable basket. He looked like a retired worker, living a comfortable and comfortable life.

Seeing Fu Yunqian and Tang Xiaoyan, Tang Zhenyuan said happily: "Yunqian, Yanyan, you're here. Please come in."

Tang Xiaoyan nodded and said, "Uncle Tang, how can you go shopping by yourself?"

Tang Zhenyuan laughs: "when you are old, you should have more activities. Your mother has been in bed for several days. I want to buy some bone soup to make up for her. It's not far away. When I walk, I exercise."

Tang Xiaoyan was very moved by this. If Peng Yuan was not well behaved in the first half of her life, then she was lucky to meet Tang Zhenyuan in the second half of her life: "well, I'll help you." She reached out to help, but was stopped by Tang Zhenyuan, "no, it's rare to eat at home. Go sit down. I'll let my aunt do it in the kitchen. If you have time, go upstairs to see your mother."

There is no Peng Yuan in the living room.

Nanny aunt said, the wife down, but went upstairs to rest.

Tang Xiaoyan thought about it and went upstairs alone.

It's been a long time since she came here. The corridor has become a little strange. Looking at the painting hanging in front of the Tardigrade, she feels as if it is her past, with a sense of vagrant sadness.

Standing in front of Peng Yuan's bedroom door, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. There was no response.

Some difficult, but Tang Xiaoyan pursed his lips, or opened his mouth: "Mom."

Peng Yuan still didn't respond. Tang Xiaoyan was hurt. Thinking of her sadness and resentment about Han Jingyu, she raised her hand and knocked on the door twice: "Mom, can you open the door? Can we talk about it? Why are we strangers when we are mothers and daughters? Don't you think you are a stranger to Han Jingyu Do you care more than me? "

In response to her, it was still a dead silence.

An absurd and strange idea suddenly flashed away from her mind. She caught hold of it for a moment: "Mom, I don't think Han Jingyu is your daughter. You won't swap me for two years."

Still, there is no reply.

She just said it casually to vent her inner dissatisfaction. Although she was sad, she was not so sad. Her sorrow was not greater than her heart's death: "forget it, then you have a good rest. I'll go first."

She came downstairs and said to Fu Yunqian, "let's go."

Her face is not happy, Fu Yunqian has guessed the result.

Tang Zhenyuan left them for dinner. Tang Xiaoyan shook his head: "no, uncle Tang, please take care of her. I'm not welcome. I'd better not show up. Let's go first. Take care."

No matter how Tang Zhenyuan advised, Tang Xiaoyan left.

She sat in the car, looking a little ugly, ten fingers tightly, as if she was yelling at herself.

The car shuttles through the dim neon lights of the night, and the streets of the city are full of strange and bustling. She sniffs. There is some loss that she can't help herself, mixed with strong nasal sounds. The car just passes by a newly opened bar, and she suddenly shouts: "stop!"

In the cold night, the car slowly stops at the roadside green belt. She looks at the sign flashing blue light in the evening fire, and then looks at him. The man in the dark has three-dimensional and distinct facial lines, clear and mature eyebrows, white shirt and black suit, so long body and jade stand, and the dark and deep eyes also fall on her white jade face.

Without waiting for her to speak, he had untied his seat belt: "Oh, I suddenly want to have a drink. How about a drink?"Her black eyes grunted around, a little hesitant: "but you'll have to drive later."

His eyes contain only she can see the deep feeling: "never mind, I find someone to come and drive away."

Fu Yunqian undoubtedly connived at her.