489 has driven me to a dead end, and no one can have an easy time!
489 has driven me to a dead end, and no one can have an easy time!
Aunt Wen Rao disagreed with her mother's statement. She felt that Zhan Yan was one of the best in a million, but she just didn't see Wen Rao's true face.
"I lost money again on my trip today! If I had known better, I would have asked that little bitch for 100 yuan!"
The more Grandma Wenrao thought about it, the angrier she became.
"Mom, this Wen Rao is in trouble right now! I still hope she can find a job for Hong Xi, even if it's a part-time job. But I think Zhan Yan looks capable, so I'll try to get close to him. .”
Wen Guihua developed a keen interest in Zhan Yan.
She is a typical person who has high ambitions but low ambitions. She always feels that she is as beautiful as a fairy and has an outstanding figure. Wherever she appears, men can't take their eyes away.
Blindly confident that she can have something happen with Zhan Yan.
"Okay, do you think I don't know about your little tricks? You can try it if you want! As long as it doesn't make things easier for that little bitch!
I gave her a chance today, but she didn’t want it!Don't blame me for being rude!If you drive me to a dead end, no one will have an easy time! "
Grandma Wenrao gritted her teeth secretly.
Next time, she won't be so polite.
She can't deal with Wen Rao, and she can't deal with Wen Xiao'er? !
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After Wen Rao and Zhan Yan went back, they didn't tell Xiaoer what happened before.
Xiao'er has been busy painting every day recently, and he is also very cooperative with his treatment and taking medicine. When he has nothing to do, he chats with Zhan Buyan and Zhan Chengqi, and now there is another Zhan Sen.
Although the conflict between Zhan Yan and Wen Rao was resolved and he knew who A Qiang was, Zhan Sen still felt that his cousin's progress was too slow.
In this case, when can grandpa hold his great-granddaughter in his arms?
So Zhan Sen set his sights on Xiaoer.
He asked Buyan and Cheng Qi to ask Xiaoer out.
While Xiaoer went to the bathroom, Zhan Sen sent Wen Rao and Zhan Yan a WeChat message on Xiaoer's mobile phone, and ranh turned off Xiaoer's mobile phone.
Wen Rao and Zhan Yan received Xiaoer's WeChat messages.
Xiaoer: Sister, I'm not feeling well. I was sketching outside and now I'm lost. I feel very bad. My phone is out of battery.
When she saw WeChat, Wen Rao had just gotten off work and suddenly lost two and a half of her three souls.
Zhan Yan happened to pick her up and saw WeChat.
"Zhan Yan, something happened to Xiaoer! But he didn't say where he went." Wen Rao's voice was trembling and his face was pale.
After Zhan Yan took her into the car, he first fastened her seat belt and immediately started the car.
"Don't be afraid. I know the place where he usually goes to sketch. I will drive you to find it."
Zhan Yan was also worried in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face, otherwise it would affect Wen Rao's mood even more.
"The weather forecast says it will rain tonight. He is too weak and will easily develop a fever if he is exposed to the rain. It will also cause other complications."
As Wen Rao spoke, he called Xiaoer, but the call could not be connected.
Wen Rao's heart sank deeper and deeper.
"I'm contacting Zhuang Tao now and asking him to help us look for it. In just those few places, there will be news soon."
Zhan Yan patted Wen Rao's hand and gave her enough support and strength.
But in my heart I thought this was very strange.
When Xiaoer goes out to sketch, he usually comes back at two or three in the afternoon.
Because the temperature difference between day and night is large now, it is too cold at night, and Xiaoer's body cannot bear it.
So he always rushes back at noon when the sun is at its best.
But today he went out with Buyan and Cheng Qi, so Zhan Yan didn't arrange for bodyguards to keep an eye on him secretly.
But now Fuyan and Chengqi's phone calls can't be reached either.
Wen Rao also called Chunfeng and asked her to help find him, thinking that there was strength in numbers.
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