As the saying goes, "Eat people with short mouths, and use people with short hands."

Although the other three Taoist priests were in a competitive relationship with Wen Yinuo, facing the table full of delicious food and the other party's kindness, even Mr. Zhuge had to praise Wen Yinuo for being a human being.

Besides, what kind of grudges and revenge are there at the wine table?

All of them are "deep feelings, boring in one mouthful; shallow feelings, lick them."

Because everyone lives close to each other and doesn’t have to drive, they can raise their glasses and drink.

With Wen Yinuo's careful greeting, he quickly fell down one by one.

Finally, even Mr. Zhuge had his tongue wide and pointed at Wen Yinuo with a flushed face: "I thought... I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Wen would drink so much... I am so good at drinking! I, Zhuge, have really misjudged the person!"

Wen Yinuo smiled, his face did not blush or turn white, and he was still like a normal person.

Only those who are particularly familiar will see that her eyes are unusually bright, with water in her eyes, as if she is filled with the entire Slender West Lake. With the blink of an eye, she will see the beautiful mountains and rivers, which are a bit foul.

Fu Ningjue fell asleep on the dining table.

Mrs. Fu was a little conscious, but she was limited to calling her own people to send Fu Ningjue to the second floor bedroom to rest.

Soon she was a little drifting when she walked, but Wen Yinuo helped her back to the master bedroom.

Along the way, Mrs. Fu grabbed Wen Yinuo's hand tightly and repeated: "Miss Wen... Wen Yinuo... Yinuo, our Aning is a good child. He really fell into it this time. Give him a chance..."

Wen Yinuo felt embarrassed, but also sighed at Mrs. Fu's kind motherly heart.

Sure enough, there are some things that only mothers can do for their children.

...

It was already late at night when Han Qianxue came back.

She pushed open the door and entered the hall, smelling the faint smell of wine in the air, which was not unpleasant.

It seems that these people have drunk a lot of wine for dinner.

She doesn't like drinking, one is because she drinks lightly, and she pours her glasses and looks ugly. The other is because she is worried that drinking will make things worse.

She was drunk and there would be no fragments the next day, and she was not used to this feeling.

However, she has no objection to others drinking. This is personal freedom. As long as you don’t drive, sometimes it should be quite interesting to get drunk once.

Everyone slept very sweetly that night, without dreaming, and without being unable to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, everyone felt energetic.

Wen Yinuo even changed into running shoes and casual sportswear and went out for a run.

The Meilanni community in the early morning was shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

The vegetation is lush and the shade is everywhere, and crystal dewdrops are wafting on the green leaves and petals.

Colorful hydrangeas, snow-white magnolias, bright red roses and roses, as well as golden osmanthus, crimson begonias, and pink hibiscus, bloom under the windows of each mansion with different shapes or in the flower beds in front of the door.

Along the black soil next to the sidewalk, the community has planted purple-white platycodon and slender hibiscus in public areas.

Decorate the community as both elegant and prosperous.

Wen Yinuo does not know all plants and flowers, but when she opens the app to identify plants on her mobile phone, she will take photos of those flowers, plants and trees that cannot be recognized, the software will automatically recognize them.

She jogged all the way, and was having a lot of fun while holding her cell phone.

The sidewalks in the community are not horizontal and vertical, but extend along the dividing line of building houses for everyone.

Wen Yinuo turned a corner and could feel that the vegetation in front of her was obviously not as crowded and lush as the land behind her.

But the trees on the roadside are taller than the land behind her.

The green trees are tall and straight, as tall as a cover, and can block the sunlight.

The breeze blows through the treetops, and the leaves rustle, like the sound of tides and white noise.

It can calm down the impetuous mood.

Wen Yinuo looked at his watch and found that he had been jogging for almost fifteen minutes, so he slowed down and walked around.

There are not many people in the community, and most of the people who can come out at this time are doing morning exercises.

Wen Yinuo met several people who were also running in the morning.

They all wore sunglasses and forehead protection, sportswear with vests and shorts, and sports watches on their wrists. When they saw her, they greeted her with a friendly smile.

She also wore sunglasses, and nodded and smiled.

When she saw a BMW 7 Series luxury sedan driving in from the asphalt road outside the community, she suddenly felt very disharmonious with the picture in front of her and couldn't help but look at her side.

The windows of the car were brown and dark, so I couldn't see who was inside.

However, the car drove very slowly, and the direction was consistent with the direction she was running.

In front, Wen Yinuo looked forward with his hands, which was Mrs. Fang's Spanish-style white villa.

Wen Yinuo's pace became slower and slower.

She watched the BMW park at the door of the white villa, and then the door opened and a tall man in a suit got out of the car.

He looked a little haggard, with his blazer open, his tie was torn apart and hung around his neck.

The suit pants are also wrinkled, with obvious wrinkles.

After getting off the car, he turned around, just so that Wen Yinuo could see his face.

He is an elderly man, absolutely not young, but he does not look old, but is very mature and steady. The slightest bits of beard on his lower jaw show that he may not sleep all night.

His facial features are softer and have a gentle and well-mannered and bookish spirit, so from his haggardness and fatigue, he shows a decadent laziness, and his demeanor and temperament are all first-class.

Is this the man that Mrs. Fang and Miss Tang are fighting for - Mr. Yu?

As if echoing Wen Yinuo's heart, the door of Mrs. Fang's white villa opened and Mrs. Fang came down from the house.

She looked like she hadn't slept all night, but she was dressed neatly and looked retro in a slightly swaggery dress, but with her slightly round face, her curly hair, and elegant spine lines, it was not out of date at all.

Like a lady who came out of a foreign pictorial in the 1950s and 1960s.

That era was the most open and disorderly era abroad.

Mrs. Fang ran down the steps, her wide skirt swaying in the wind, like a sail unfolding on the ocean.

She threw herself into the man's arms and hugged him tightly.

The man also lowered his head, kissed her on the forehead, and then exchanged a kiss with her before hugging her and staggering into the house.

Wen Yinuo stopped and couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.

This is a woman whose husband has an affair...

Is it really just blamed others for seducing her husband? Is that man not having any problems at all?

Wen Yinuo shook her head, which was why she did not accept the entrustment on both sides.

She just wanted to find out the truth. She was not interested in whether Mr. Yu "deserved his guilt" or Miss Tang "showed his true colors".

But today it seems that the man shouldn't have gone to Ms. Tang's house because his car obviously drove in from outside the community.

Miss Tang’s house is in the community and the direction is different.

Wen Yinuo prefers Mr. Yu, who has been working all night or socializing all night.

She waited for the two of them to enter the room and even closed the door before continuing to run forward.

As a result, after not running a few steps, I saw Miss Tang standing under the shade of a big tree, wearing a sports and casual outfit, holding a snow-white pug in her arms, and also looking towards Mrs. Fang's house.

When she came over, the pug head noticed her and immediately barked at her.

Miss Tang caressed the hair on its back casually, and the pug's crisp chirping turned into a low-pitched "whimper" sound, which was obviously very comfortable to caress.

Wen Yinuo saw that he was discovered, but he had no intention of hiding.

She walked over with a smile, nodded and greeted Miss Tang, "Good morning Miss Tang."

Miss Tang looked back at her and smiled politely at her: "Is it Master Wen Tian? Get up so early..."

"Get to bed early and get up early... It's very comfortable to run in the morning. The air here is so good and the oxygen content is also very high." Wen Yinuo spread his arms and took two deep breaths.

Miss Tang nodded reservedly, "That's good, Master Wen will continue running, I'm going back."

She should have been out for a run, with shiny sweat beads on her forehead.

Of course, maybe it was the water droplets, because under the tree where she was standing, the dew was very rich.

Not long after Wen Yinuo stood there, his head was dripped several times.

She was a little annoyed and ran away quickly.

Looking back, I saw Miss Tang holding a snow-white pug alone, inexplicably pitiful.

Wen Yinuo shook his head, feeling that he was getting older and becoming softer.

What does these people have to do with her?

She is a master of the celestial master, or is it better to be "too supreme and forget about love".

...
To be continued...