After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

Chapter 196 Losing temper

The man who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment, holding a dry towel in one hand and wiping his wet black hair, was listening to the second call he dialed. As soon as the first ring rang, someone picked up the phone. As soon as he hooked up, he heard a few people on the other end showing a bit too obvious impatience, and his handsome face suddenly sank.

"Didn't I tell you to answer my call?"

The tone was a little cold, "You asked me to keep my promise to you, but you don't necessarily keep your promise to me. Nian Zhi, is it so difficult to answer my phone?"

"Yes, I don't want to answer your call. Last night, I just wanted you to send me back to Chenchen. I promised you on purpose. To put it bluntly, I just wanted to play with you! Okay? President Song, I still have There are a lot of things to be busy with, so I’m hanging up!”

"........."

Song Wenjing's face was green and black, she looked at the dimmed screen, frowned, and called Ji Yang, "Let's go find where Nian Zhi is."

At this end, Ji Yang was inexplicably hung up on the phone again, but he didn't dare to delay even half a minute of Mr. Song's order. It still had something to do with Nian Zhi.

In City C, it is naturally very easy to find someone. It took Ji Yang only 10 minutes to determine where Nian Zhi was. After he reported it to Song Wenjing, Song Wenjing paused before hanging up the phone and pondered for a moment. , then said, "Go check the license plate."

After reporting the license plate number to Ji Yang, the other end suddenly said cautiously, "...Mr. Song, today's gossip headlines contain your content. I specially asked someone to investigate. It seems... someone specially asked someone to investigate." Posted such a report.”

Song Wenjing frowned, holding the phone in one hand, throwing the dry towel on the sofa beside him, walking towards the table with long legs, the computer was always open, he clicked the mouse with his long and sharp fingers, and soon what Ji Yang said The "Gossip Headlines" came into view.

Looking at those pictures and words, Song Wenjing's sharp eyebrows tightened even more, and her voice was deep, "Have someone deal with this report, and do it quickly!"

"Yes, I understand."

Ji Yang had actually already started working on it. He had been with Song Wenjing for so many years, so it was impossible for him not to know what Song Wenjing was thinking.

Of course, he also knew about Situ Yan. Mr. Song only had the most ordinary brother-sister relationship with Situ Yan. Such reports would probably be directed at Miss Nian.

So Ji Yang checked it out as soon as he saw it. Sure enough, he was related to the British lady, and he probably understood.

He understands it, and Song Wenjing naturally understands it, so they both understand it tacitly.

Song Wenjing hung up the phone and changed into a set of casual casual clothes with a serious expression. He picked up his mobile phone and car keys and prepared to go out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure walking to the corner of the corridor. Song Wenjing's eyes flashed, she closed the door and walked out.

Aunt Bao was standing in the living room. When she saw him coming out, she asked with a smile: "Master, do you want something to eat?"

"No."

Song Wenjing glanced at Aunt Bao. Her exquisite facial features were calm, and her tone did not reveal any emotional ups and downs. "I have to go back to Ye's house these two days, so I won't come over. Aunt Bao, if you find it convenient here, you can Just stay here, if you find it inconvenient, you can go back to your residence."

Aunt Bao's expression changed slightly.

"Master, please wait a moment."

Song Wenjing had already reached the entrance. Aunt Bao couldn't hold back, but stepped forward and cautiously stopped him.

Song Wenjing held the doorknob with one hand and glanced sideways at her, "What's the matter?"

Aunt Bao lowered her hands on her chest very cautiously, paused, and then said: "...Master, I know you must be blaming me for secretly telling Madam about you and Miss Nian, but...Master, I, it's really for your own good. I know I'm not qualified to say such things to you. I'm just a servant, and I can't rely on my old age to show off. But Master, I really... It's for your own good. Madam, she is very worried about your situation, even if I If you don’t tell her, she will know sooner or later. Master, I..."

"Aunt Bao, I know."

Song Wenjing stretched out his hand to indicate that she didn't need to say any more. His deep, ink-like eyes only glanced at her quickly, probably because he saw the tension and uneasiness in the aunt who had taken care of him since he was a child. His thin lips curled up, and his tone was quite gentle, "I didn't blame you, you don't have to take it too seriously. Now that I've said it, let's say it."

In the final analysis, this matter is still his own responsibility. He did not handle it properly at the beginning.

I thought about asking her to come over and take care of Nian Zhi, but I didn't want to ignore that and look at the whole thing from Aunt Bao's perspective, just like what she said - one day, mother will know too. And whether she is a servant of the Song family or an aunt who has watched her grow up, she will probably not choose to ignore it due to emotions and reasons.

Holding back the desire to sigh, Song Wenjing grew up in the UK. He did have a gentlemanly demeanor. No matter how tall a man stood, he would also know how to respect the old and love the young. This aunt, he had always regarded her as his She treats her as her own relatives, so she doesn't want to put too much pressure on her.

With a relieved smile on her thin lips, Song Wenjing just said: "As you said, my mother will know sooner or later, and I really don't blame you. During this period, I have to go back to the Ye family to live, and Ye Lingjun may have to come back from the UK. , so you might as well stay here.”

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Nian Zhi dialed Ye Lingjun's number for the second time.

The first time it rang, but no one answered, she refused to give up. In fact, Ye Lingjun told her before leaving that she could call him if anything happened. Nian Zhi didn't really want to disturb him. After all, he I also went to the UK to take care of my health.

During the years when she was studying in the UK, Ye Lingjun would go there once a year. At that time, he would go over to see her and stay for several days, so Nian Zhi didn't suspect anything, thinking that the other person had gone away, and then She was worried about her father, so when one phone call failed, she dialed another one.

Unexpectedly, someone actually answered the call this time, but as soon as the person on the other end made a sound, Nian Zhi knew that the person who answered the phone was not Ye Lingjun.

"Hello, young mistress."

It must be the old housekeeper who followed Ye Lingjun. After Nian Zhi greeted him politely, he asked: "...Is dad here?"

"The master is checking up on his health. It's not convenient for him to answer the phone. Is there anything wrong with the young lady? I can tell you on your behalf."

Nian Zhi bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "...I just wanted to ask when dad will be back."

The old housekeeper said solemnly: "Young lady, if you tell me, it will take about four days before I can return to City C."

"Oh, then I'll call him later. Please tell dad that I have something to ask him." After a pause, he added, "Well, I have to tell him in person."

"Okay, the young lady will call you later."