Chapter four hundred and twentieth can not be replaced
Qin Feng used his dark pupils to discern the secrets of the blood vine.
I originally wanted to make a fortune in silence, but I couldn't stand Yaoshen Pavilion's aggressive attitude.
So I don't mind teaching them a lesson, then take the things and leave.
Back at the mansion, he began to make final preparations for Jiang Rubing without any distractions.
After Jiang Rubing recovered from his injury, he asked Sun Zhengxing to take the ancestral root back to Nandu and ask Shen Xue to plant it in the yard.
Night, Jinling No. 7 Mansion.
In a restaurant full of Republican style, you can enjoy delicious wine and delicious food in a beautiful environment, and the dinner atmosphere is very harmonious.
A lady in a black dress elegantly cuts the steak on the plate and puts it into her mouth to chew:
"Wen Lan, you should be used to living here."
Wen Lan put down her knife and fork: "Very good."
"The Wen family came to see me a few days ago and said they wanted to see you, but I refused."
"They are very eager, but it is because they know that they have sinned deeply and are afraid that they will be liquidated after you marry into the Song family."
The lady smiled charmingly: "When you and Zi Lun get married, the Wen family will leave no one behind. You have the final say on how to deal with it."
"Of course, if you want to meet them, I won't object."
"No."
Wen Lan wiped the corners of her mouth with a white cloth and said without concealment: "I don't want to see them."
"The Wen family sat back and ignored the death of your father and brother back then, in fact, it was because they did not want to cause trouble."
The noble lady chuckled: "It's a pity that Wen Hualong is too useless. He gave birth to nine sons, but none of them can take the lead in the Wen family."
"Once your father dies, the Wen family will quit one emperor and three kings in five years, and they will be close to death in ten years."
"Fortunately, you also left a seed for the Wen family..."
Wen Lan tightened her grip on the fork.
"Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and the mouse's son can make holes."
"You have inherited Wen Guochang's excellent genes, and your daughter will surely be as good as you in the future."
The noble lady smiled peacefully: "She will grow up in the best environment abroad, receive the best education, do the most decent job, get married and have children, but you will not be able to participate in everything in her life."
"Do you know why I like you?"
Facing Wen Lan's angry gaze, the lady smiled:
"You are beautiful and excellent enough."
"I have never met a finer woman than you."
"In ten years, we have created tens of billions of assets and established a separate power in Nandu without relying on any man."
"It reminds me of my past self."
"You know, Zi Lun is destined to need to be taken care of in this life."
"And once I die, he will be bullied by the Song family. I'm afraid even my natal family won't be able to tolerate him."
"That's why I like you."
The lady held the back of Wen Lan's hand: "Using some small means to prevent you from leaving my son in this life is the last guarantee that I, as a mother, leave to him."
"You are also a mother, so you should be able to understand my difficulties, right?"
She patted the back of Wen Lan's hand: "Eat, your daughter is very good. If you are obedient, she will grow up safely."
Wen Lan clasped the tablecloth with her five fingers, her eyes cold.
"correct."
The lady lowered her head to cut the steak: "Your friend has arrived in Jinling."
"But we ran into a lot of trouble."
"He saved the woman Tianyang wanted to kill. Tianyang was very angry. You know his character. He won't give up until he kills or maims the other person."
"He has been practicing hard in seclusion at Wanluomen these past few days. The master of the sect personally went out to provide guidance."
"Just to beat that woman to death at tomorrow's martial arts conference and vent my anger."
She smiled: "You know, no one in Jinling dares to disobey the Song family's will. Anyone who disobeys will die."
"And he died miserably."
Wen Lan wiped her mouth and stood up: "I'm full, please take it easy."
After saying that, she turned around and left the restaurant and walked toward the room upstairs.
The lady also put down the tableware and stared at her back with a smile.
In Mansion No. 7, Wen Lan has a room of her own.
She has been living here without anyone disturbing her.
Jin Ling gave her enough freedom, a mansion, servants, absolute freedom and private space.
A maid accidentally knocked over her makeup box and lost her hairpin. Jin Ling almost drowned her in the river.
However, this good relationship is based on the premise that her daughter is under her control.
Her eyes and smile made Wen Lan feel as if his whole body was wrapped in mucous membranes and he was having difficulty breathing.
It was so heavy that it made her feel uncomfortable.
She lowered her head, took out the silver sachet from her neck, and held it gently in her hand. A hint of refreshing fragrance came over her, and her restless mood gradually calmed down.
This was given to her by Qin Feng, and it was also her most precious jewelry. Because of the poor packaging, it had never attracted Jin Ling's attention.
However, when she holds this sachet, some fragments of her life with Qin Feng will naturally flow into her mind...
"Dong dong."
There was a knock on the door.
"I'm going to pick out a wedding dress tomorrow."
Jin Ling's gentle voice came from outside the door:
"My servant will pick you up in a car and have lunch at Song's house at noon."
"Don't get up too late."
"good."
Wen Lan smiled and responded.
No matter how kind Jin Ling was to her, she still had a deep-seated loneliness and hatred.
There is a kind of feeling that is irreplaceable, more peaceful than love, more lasting than friendship, and more moving than family affection.
