The Female Partner is the Most Beautiful, But the Male Lead is Not Worthy

"Wow", like pouring a bucket of cold water over his head, Wen Yilang instantly calmed down.

He lost his temper.

Just now, he shouldn't yell at her.

No, from the beginning, he shouldn't put on a posturing, squirm, and refuse to say what she wanted to hear.

Lips pressed tightly. Anger flashed through the man's glazed pupils, and then he was suppressed by restraint and calmness.

Redial the call.

He has already done so much, and he cannot fail at the last moment.

"Dududu-"

No one answered.

Wen Yilang made three calls, but no one answered. Annoyance crept onto his handsome face again.

The emotions that had calmed down became angry again. She didn't answer his call, just because he said "what do you say", she refused to answer his call!

Shouldn't he yell at her, but he's already said so much, enough to express his heart. Isn't it just one sentence missing, why didn't she even answer his phone?

This woman is simply too arrogant!

Thick anger filled his heart, he put away the phone, looked forward coldly and said, "Go back to Hongye Mountain."

Have a meal? What to eat!

Full of gas!

The driver responded cautiously: "Yes, sir."

Adjust the route and head towards Hongye Mountain.

After returning to the villa, Wen Yilang's mood did not improve at all. With a gloomy face, he went upstairs.

The housekeeper is not there. The other male servants were not smart enough, and they didn't dare to touch his bad head. Therefore, Wen Yilang didn't even eat lunch.

It was still in the evening when the housekeeper came back and asked about the situation of Mr. Xia, only to find out that he did not have lunch.

Headache.

"Sir, what would you like to eat tonight?" The housekeeper asked when he went upstairs and knocked on Wen Yilang's room.

Wen Yilang is having a video conference with someone. Looking up at him, he looked back and continued to discuss with others.

The butler waited quietly.

After fifteen minutes, Wen Yilang finally hung up the video. Rubbing his temples, his voice was a little tired: "What did you just say?"

How bad is Mr.'s memory? The butler looked at his tired face and couldn't help sighing.

The usual gentleman, full of energy, energy that can't be used up every day. But now, he can't even remember what happened fifteen minutes ago.

What was draining his energy? Without even thinking about it, the butler came up with the answer.

"I want to ask Mr., what's for dinner?" he said respectfully.

Wen Yilang said: "Whatever."

What to eat is not to eat?

What to eat differently?

For Wen Yilang, it doesn't matter what he eats, as long as he can fill his stomach.

This made the butler even more sad.

He remembered that a few days ago, the husband would also ask for meals, want to eat this, want to eat that. Will name which dish is done well, let him add bonus to the chef.

"Sir, did the appointment with Miss Ye go well at noon?" the butler asked tentatively.

After a sentence fell, Wen Yilang, who was sitting on the swivel chair rubbing his temples, stopped.

"Well." After a while, he said lightly. Put your hands down, sit up straight, put your hands on the keyboard, and start typing, "Go get busy."

The housekeeper opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Wen Yilang didn't lift his head, he was already busy, he had to endure the sadness: "Yes, sir."

Turned around and walked out.

Close the door.

As the door was closed, Wen Yilang, who was typing on the keyboard, paused for a moment.

Thin lips pursed.

Several emotions flashed through his eyes, and they were all suppressed by him.

His eyes became focused again, staring at the laptop screen, his fingers flying up and down, and working on his work.

The lines of the man's face are calm and rational, as if made of sculpture, so composed and immobile.

"Is he just accepting it like this?" Mr. Hui reported his reaction to Shaoyin, a little surprised.

I didn't expect it! Wen Yilang is quite tough!

"He wants face." Shao Yin smiled slightly. Not too surprised by this result.

Wen Yilang is a very respectable person. If he didn't want face so much, he wouldn't hurt others and himself after she said "break out of marriage". Not only did he not agree to break off the marriage, but he also approached her as "white will".

He wants face, so after the loss, he acted as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had been affected.

"Then what are you going to..." Mr. Hui asked.

Shaoyin smiled.

That smile was anything but good.

Wen Yilang was busy until the middle of the night, and finally felt a strong exhaustion. His head was so heavy that he didn't have the energy to think about messy things.

When you're done with your last job, close your laptop, stand up, and get ready to rest.

"Buzz."

The sound of vibration came from the coffee table.

Wen Yilang was startled.

Looking up, I saw a mobile phone spinning on the coffee table. He lowered his head again and looked at the phone on the table.

The slightly sluggish brain, turning slowly, quickly came to the result of information processing—it was "Bai Yi"'s cell phone ringing.

He has an exclusive mobile phone for "Bai Yi", and there is only one contact person on it, that is Shao Yin.

So, she contacted him?

His feet were nailed to the ground, and he didn't move for a while.

The mind was overwhelmed by exhaustion, and his sanity was subdued.

He didn't want to contact her at the moment. He didn't want to get any news from her either, so he stood still.

"Buzzing."

The phone is still ringing.

When it rang for the second time, Wen Yilang pursed her lips and walked over slowly. He bent down and picked up the phone on the coffee table.

Look at the caller ID, swipe slowly, and connect: "Hello."

"Why didn't you send me a message?" On the other end of the phone, there was a woman's coquettish voice, resentful and strange, "You always message me before going to bed."

Her voice was lazy, with a natural coquettishness, as if she was blaming him for not sending her a message, causing her to wait until now.

Wen Yilang never thought that when she called him, she would say something like this and use such a tone.

It may be that his mind is too tired, and his thoughts are a little sluggish.

Listening to the other end of the phone, the woman said lazily, "Hello? Why don't you talk?"

say? say what?

Wen Yilang didn't want to say anything. She was only angry with him during the day, so hateful, so stubborn, so irritating.

Intellectually, he should have said something at the moment. However, the emotion made him pursed his mouth tightly and didn't say a word.

"You're not going to be mad at me, are you?" On the other end of the phone, the woman seemed to pouted, and her voice became more coquettish, "What's wrong with me, are you mad at me?"

What's up with her? She was embarrassed to ask him what happened? Wen Yilang's tongue almost poured out these words, but because he was too tired, he moved half a beat slower.

The time bought by this, let his reason temporarily prevail: "No."

He wasn't mad at her.

"Aren't you mad at me? Then why are you so cold?" The woman's coquettish voice came.

Wen Yilang wanted to ask her what she was thinking? Why did you suddenly get close to him?

Even if his thoughts became dull, he gradually realized one thing, this woman was playing with him.

"Didn't you promise someone else?" he asked with his eyes down.

When the words fell, hee hee laughter came from the phone: "How is it possible? Didn't you say you like me? How could I promise others?"

Did he say he liked her? Wen Yilang remembered clearly, but he didn't say it.

Because of this, she hung up his phone, and no matter how he called back, she would not answer.

"Hmm." He said lightly.

He should be angry and annoyed, but... Wen Yilang lowered his head and looked at the hand that was clawing at the corner of the table unconsciously. He couldn't lie to himself, and his mood was suddenly stirred by her.

She spoke to him in this tone of voice, took the initiative to look down the steps, said that she did not promise anyone, and faintly hinted that she wanted to be nice to him... After a dull day, the haze disappeared suddenly, and the clouds and mists were cleared to see the sky.

He hates this feeling.

Wen Yilang hates such unreasonable and uncontrollable emotions.

"Why are you still so indifferent?" The voice from the phone seemed a little unhappy, "I've already called you, what else do you want?"

Wen Yilang pursed her lips and said lightly, "I'm a little tired."

"Okay then." The woman said quickly, "Then you have a good rest, I'm going to sleep too."

After speaking, he simply hung up the phone.

Wen Yilang pursed his lips, took down the phone, and looked at the interface of hanging up the call.

The interface goes to the homepage of the mobile phone. No unread messages, no missed calls. She hadn't contacted him all day.

Wen Yilang looked at the time, 00:07.

He guessed her intention to make this call and choose this time to call.

That sly woman.

She must be uneasy.

However, she hung up the phone coldly and let his mood, which had started to pick up, go down again.

With pursed lips, he turned off the phone and threw it on the coffee table at will.

Never look again.

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed.

Shaoyin has been busy for a week, the design and decoration have been settled, and the progress is going smoothly. She gave herself a day off and plans to go to the billiards hall to relax.

"Sister Yin, long time no see." Several familiar faces gathered around and greeted her.

Shaoyin smiled back to say hello: "Long time no see, the style is still the same."

"Not as good as Miss Yin."

"Where did Sister Yin make a fortune recently?"

Shaoyin laughed, shook her head and said, "Partnering with friends, I plan to open a beauty shop. I'll open it later, please come and experience it."

"Okay, I'll be there when the time comes."

As he spoke, Shaoyin had already touched the club and regained his feel.

After just playing two games, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He straightened up, looked up, and raised his brows.

Standing beside him is a tall and straight figure, a simple white shirt, the top button has been unbuttoned, and the cuffs are rolled up to the elbow.

The slender and beautiful fingers caressed the club, the delicate face had a cold expression, and the whole body exuded the aura that strangers should not approach, it was Wen Yilang.

When did he come?

Why not play ball, but stand by her side?

They have already come to her side, why don't you speak?

Shao Yin didn't ask a word.

I didn't even say hello to him, as if I saw a stranger, I looked away and continued to play.

She didn't look at him again until the end of the game.

Of course, he didn't mean to talk to him.

"Sister Yin's ball skills are still so good!" A young boy came over, held a glass of orange juice, and handed it to Shao Yin.

Shaoyin took it and said with a smile, "Isn't it worthy of your orange juice if you don't play well?"

The boy suddenly laughed, with a bright smile, and said, "If Sister Yin doesn't play well, I'll invite Sister Yin for two drinks."

The two of them didn't speak to anyone else. In Wen Yilang's ears, it was almost no different from flirting.

He walked over, grabbed the cup in Shaoyin's hand, and drank the remaining orange juice.

Hand the empty cup to the boy.

"This..." The young boy was a little confused, looked at him and then at Shaoyin.

Shaoyin doesn't want to talk to Wen Yilang. However, he didn't want to embarrass the boy, so he smiled and said, "I quarreled, sorry."

The boy's face suddenly realized, he nodded, took the empty cup, and walked away with interest.

As soon as Shaoyin waited for him to leave, he immediately lowered his face, put down the club, raised his feet and left.

"Wait!" Wen Yilang picked up his jacket and chased after him.

Shao Yinli ignored him.

But the man was tall and had long legs, so he quickly caught up with her, grabbed her wrist from behind, and whispered, "Why can't you see me?"

"Who can't see you anymore?" Shaoyin turned back and squinted at him.

Wen Yilang saw that she was finally willing to look at him and even talked to him, and his heart filled with joy uncontrollably. He felt that he had no bottom line, but he couldn't help but approach her and said, "Then you haven't talked to me?"

"How do I know, do you want to talk to me?" Shaoyin asked back, looking at him up and down, and snorted softly: "In the last phone call, you ignored me. I thought you were tired and didn't want to. Just ignore me."

She turned over the old accounts again.

But Wen Yilang didn't dare to shake his face anymore, his lips pursed, he whispered: "No."