Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 135 Preparing to Move

Yan Liang was a man of action and efficiency, and he started packing up to move the next day.

Jiang Xiaomei leaned against the door frame and looked at her for a long time, her eyes complicated: "Have you talked to Mr. Sheng? Did he agree?"

Yan Liang remained silent and just nodded.

Jiang Xiaomei sneered: "Didn't try to keep you at all? Ha, I thought Mr. Sheng liked you, but it turns out that you two are just a pair of drama queens, both acting! I had a daydream for no reason."

Yan Liang ignored the sarcasm in her words and said, "Sorry, you should clean up as well. I called the cleaning staff today to clean the old house and replace some furniture. We will try to move in within a week."

"What's there to pack? Do you want to take all the clothes and jewelry in the cloakroom?" As he said this, he walked away swayingly.

Yan Liang felt choked and felt a sense of suffocation in his heart. He stared at her back and took a few deep breaths before calming down his fluctuating emotions.

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Now she finally sees clearly that it is not just because of Chenchen that Jiang Xiaomei finds it difficult to wake up from this luxurious dream, but because of herself.

It was all her fault. In the future she should share more of Xiaomei's burden so that she could adapt to the new life as quickly as possible.

She looked down and saw a message from Sheng Boyan, telling her to have a companion wherever she went, not to go to remote and crowded places, and not to meet with the Wang brothers and sisters alone.

The corners of her lips curved up slightly, and she felt sweet and sour in her heart. Did he think she was a child? He had to give her instructions on every detail.

It was not until I checked the news during lunch break that I discovered that the Wang Group had been acquired by Sheng Boyan. Wang Qinghai was kicked out of the company, and there were many records of Wang Qinghai's past misdeeds on the Internet. Overnight, he became a stray dog ​​that everyone wanted to beat.

Yan Liang understood that Sheng Boyan was afraid that Wang Qinghai and his sister would take revenge on her, and he couldn't help but become more alert.

Shao Qianyi called her to have dinner with him and asked Shao Qianmin to come too. Yan Liang thought about it and refused. She didn't want to see anyone now. If possible, she really wanted to go back to the old house and live in it.

The old house, like a secret base, gives her a sense of security.

Although Sheng Boyan's Dongfu Mansion was luxurious, she always felt like she didn't belong. The house was too big and had too few people, so it was empty and she felt more and more unsettled.

Especially now that she and Sheng Boyan have divorced, she doesn't want to stay there for even a single day.

I thought about going to check it out and clean it up after get off work, so I rejected the senior’s suggestion.

Shao Qianyi hung up the phone with some disappointment, and then Shao Qianmin called. Yan Liang smiled suddenly. The brother and sister were bombarding her in turns.

"Yanliang, my brother and I are worried about you staying at home alone, come out and spend some time with us."

Shao Qianmin's enthusiastic voice warmed Yan Liang's heart. For a moment, he couldn't bear to refute her. After a moment's silence, he said, "I want to go to the old house tonight. I have to live broadcast when I come back. I really don't have time."

"Well, okay," Shao Qianmin didn't insist too much and sighed, "By the way, why are you going to the old house? You won't live there, so why not just rent it out."

Yan Liang smiled faintly: "No, we will go there and live there soon."

"What do you mean? Why do you want to live there?" Shao Qianmin raised her voice a little exaggeratedly, and said half-jokingly, "What's wrong with you if Mr. Sheng's house is not open?"

"No..." Yan Liang bit her lip and didn't answer. She didn't want to tell others about the divorce so soon, as if it wouldn't become a fact if she didn't say it for a day.

"I have something to do, so I'll hang up first." She was afraid that Shao Qianmin would continue to ask questions, so she quickly hung up the phone.

He Xiaoyun handed over a few freshly printed paper patterns, and Yan Liang was very satisfied after seeing them.

"Sister Yan, these models have received good responses online. The number of fans increased significantly yesterday. It's all thanks to you, Sister Yan!" He Xiaoyun said excitedly, "Someone asked if it was a pre-sale. I said no, I'll sell it online after a few days. It's definitely ready. The person cheered and said that she ran away as soon as she heard about the pre-sale. Fortunately, ours was not."

There is indeed a growing aversion to pre-sales online. It’s not that the previous fast pace cannot be sustained, but if you want to build a brand, you can’t just rely on quick and easy methods.

"Sister Yan, do you know? Director Han secretly signaled the pattern maker to buy us some time, but the pattern maker ended up making ours first. Didn't you see that Director Han's face immediately turned as black as charcoal?"

Yan Liang glanced at He Xiaoyun and said, "Don't talk about these nonsense."

He Xiaoyun immediately shut up, stuck out his tongue, and returned to his workstation.

She was so busy that she barely had lunch. In the afternoon, Yanliang returned to her old house. The housekeeper she hired today cleaned up the place very well, and she simply made up for it.

Looking at the old furniture at home, she was reluctant to throw away any of them, but she had to make a small room for Chenchen alone. The child was growing up, and he was a boy, so he should have an independent space.

I reluctantly picked out a few items and planned to sell them as scraps another day.

She curled up her legs on the sofa. The glass coffee table was transparent and shiny, with a half-drunk bottle of mineral water on it.

The dim yellow light gave everything in the room a layer of warmth. At this moment, Yan Liang seemed to have returned to the days when he and his adoptive mother depended on each other as children. He seemed to see his mother busy in the kitchen again, and the kitchen was filled with the hot steam of cooking food.

It seemed like a lifetime ago. She wished that everything she had experienced before was just a nightmare. When she woke up, her mother brought her a delicious dinner and called her in a gentle voice, "Yanliang, stop doing your homework and eat first."

A layer of fog gradually covered my eyes, and in the mist, my mother's loving smiling face appeared.

Yan Liang blinked hard, wiped away the tears that had fallen unconsciously, opened his phone and saw that it was seven o'clock!

He stood up quickly, put on his off-white windbreaker, put on his bag, locked the door hastily, and ran downstairs in a hurry.

The live broadcast will start at 8 o'clock, she can't be late.

The car was going faster than usual and a figure suddenly appeared around the corner and almost hit her windshield.

Yan Liang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and looked at the person opposite him in fear. The car lights illuminated the person's appearance.

Shen Jiannan?

Yan Liang was startled and quickly opened the car door and got out.

"Are you okay? Were you hit?" Yan Liang asked anxiously.

Shen Jiannan raised his arm to block the car lights and squinted his eyes before he could see Yan Liang clearly.

"Oh, it's you. I'm fine!" Shen Jiannan waved his hand. He didn't plan to say anything more to Yan Liang. He took some shaky steps to cross the road.

He seemed to be drunk, and Yan Liang was a little worried when he saw his unsteady steps.

"Where are you going? Shall I take you there?" Yan Liang chased after him and asked, "How about I call Qian Min and ask her to pick you up?"

Shen Jiannan was stunned for a moment, with pain flashing in his eyes. He waved his hand without looking back: "No need! She won't care about me. We have broken up!"