Nan Song felt very guilty after being asked by Yu Jinwen. She couldn't say that she had a brain cramp just now and thought he was carrying her behind someone else's back.

Is it okay if there is no trust between husband and wife?

She avoided his gaze and said, "No, I didn't think about anything."

"Think nothing? Huh?"

Yu Jinwen was the roundworm in her belly. Seeing her guilty expression, he knew it was strange that she was not thinking about things, so he immediately suppressed him and found a solution!

"Well...I was wrong, I was not clear-headed."

Nan Song quickly begged for mercy in a low voice.

Yu Jinwen snorted, a rare example of being unreasonable and unforgiving, "Then I'll let you sober up."

...

Nan Song was kissed so hard that she felt like the oxygen in her brain had been sucked out of her.

After finally struggling to get up, she was so weak when she called Yu Fanyin. Basically, Yu Fanyin was talking excitedly, and then she hummed a few times, but for Yu Fanyin, her sister-in-law was able to agree to take the call.

Thank goodness the host of this meeting could not have been better!

A time has been set for a trip to the capital after the new year. Not only do I need to participate in meetings and discussions, but I also need to gather for special training.

These processes are not much different from previous years, and are not unfamiliar to Nansong.

So in the past few days when the New Year was approaching, Nan Song basically stayed in the study and read information. The rest of the time was to contact friends from the other four countries and do some oral training. Of course she had no problem with English, but she still used work as an excuse to give Luo Jun

Heng called him several times and got tired of calling him.

"It's just an international conference. Instead of wasting your time with me, why not practice your T language?"

Luo Junheng was asked by Nan Song to speak English when calling her these days. Since he is his mother tongue, he spoke naturally and smoothly without any pause. The authentic London accent came out of the eldest brother's mouth, with that mellow and magnetic voice.

It sounds like whiskey that has been buried for a long time. It sounds great.

Nan Song remembered that her sister-in-law Yan Xi used to smile and say to her, "Your eldest brother's voice is as if it has been kissed by an angel, with some kind of magic power. Every time I get angry, he comes to comfort me, and I am quite angry.

I didn’t want to pay attention to him at all, but as soon as he spoke, I relented and surrendered. There was really nothing I could do.”

But before Nan Song was immersed in his voice, Luo Junheng said: "If you lose someone at the meeting, don't say that I am your eldest brother."

"..."

Nan Song knew that his eldest brother had become ruthless, so he snorted, "Don't worry, I won't be embarrassed. Besides, you won't come."

Luo Junheng did not comment on this. There is no such thing as Spring Festival in Country Y. He has no leisure at all and has endless work to do every day.

"Okay, don't pester me. If you want to practice T-speak, go find Yan Yuan."

Nan Song wanted to contact Yan Yuan, but was embarrassed, "Will Brother Yan be very busy?"

"how could I know."

Luo Junheng said very coldly: "I have no contact with him."

Nan Song: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Song was speechless for a while. How could she hear a hint of resentment towards Yan Yuan for not contacting him in her elder brother's words?

She turned on her computer and sent an email to Yan Yuan, briefly explaining the situation and asking him if he could recommend a reliable speaking teacher to her.

Yan Yuan replied quickly and concisely, "Me."

Nan Song was in a daze when Yan Yuan's voice call came over. She was so shocked that she almost threw the phone away and then picked up.

"Ode to Xiaonan."

Yan Yuan's voice reached her ears across the ocean, still as clear and smooth as ever, "How are you?"

Nan Song smiled, "I'm fine, Brother Yan."
Chapter completed!