After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 770 Yan Yuan’s clamor
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 overpowered 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. The host of this meeting, thank God, 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 before the New Year, Nan Song basically stayed in the study reading materials. 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 here with me, you should practice your T language."

Luo Junheng was required 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 from 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 was no longer ruthless, so he snorted, "Don't worry, I won't be embarrassed. Besides, you won't come."

Luo Junheng was noncommittal about this. There was no such thing as Spring Festival in Country Y. He had no leisure at all and was busy with endless work every day.

"Okay, stop pestering 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 it up.

"Xiao Nan Song."

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."

"Happy wedding?"

Most people would just say "Happy wedding", but when it came to Yan Yuan, it was a serious question.

Nan Song also answered him seriously with a declarative sentence, "I am very happy to be married." Yan Yuan paused for about five or six seconds, and then raised his voice, "That's good. After getting married, little Nan Song will grow up."

The two exchanged a few simple words and then automatically switched into T language communication mode.

In fact, when hosting international conferences, especially those from many countries, Chinese and English are the main languages ​​used throughout the entire meeting. However, there will be a process of communication and questions in the middle. Nan Song must also be able to understand it and convey the process and atmosphere of the entire venue. It is the responsibility of the host to have control and control.

People may speak their mother tongue differently from how they speak other languages. Fluency and confidence are certain. Yan Yuan's Chinese level is not bad. There are no problems in daily communication, but he is also slow and sounds like a crooked person at first glance. But T-slang is very calm, and even mixed with some humor.

When she complained to him that her eldest brother disliked Yan Yuan and refused to contact him, Yan Yuan said, "Maybe his brain grooves were burned out by alcohol and he lost his memory."

He had obviously contacted Luo Junheng, but he always ignored him.

Nan Song was inexplicably made to laugh by this "brain groove". Just as he was bending over with a smile, Yu Jinwen walked in with a fruit plate.

Seeing her smiling so happily, he laughed too, wondering which country she was connecting with friends from again.

Yu Jinwen forked a piece of cantaloupe for Nan Song and fed her to eat. She squeezed his hand and said to the other end of the phone: "Brother Yan, aren't you busy?"

She asked in T language, but the phrase "Brother Yan" was pure Chinese.

Yu Jinwen froze on the spot and widened his eyes.

Brother Yan!

Yan Yuan!
She is calling Yan Yuan!

Three thunderbolts struck his head, and barrages flashed through his mind. Yu Jinwen felt inexplicably nervous.

Yan Yuan said: "I'm not busy right now."

He paused slightly and then asked, "Is Yu Jinwen beside you?"

"Yeah." Nan Song said, "Do you want to say hello to him?"

She handed the phone to Yu Jinwen and said, "Brother Yan Yuanyan."

Nan Song's expression was quite natural. She was just talking on the phone with an ordinary friend, completely unaware of Yu Jinwen's inner turmoil.

She also didn't know that Yan Yuan had openly proposed to pursue Nan Song in front of Yu Jinwen, and she didn't know that Yu Jinwen had regarded Yan Yuan as his biggest rival.

After all, these things happened quietly in private, and Nan Song knew nothing about them.

Yu Jinwen took the call, took a breath to suppress the various emotions in his heart, and said calmly: "Mr. Yan."

"Hello, Mr. Yu." On the other end of the phone, Yan Yuan had the same business tone.

The two grown men were obviously not familiar with each other, but it was not embarrassing. They were both people who had seen big scenes, and they were both good at whitewashing the peace.

"Xiao Nansong said that her newlywed life is very happy."

Yan Yuan said: "It seems that you take good care of her."

Yu Jinwen stood by the window, looking at Nan Song who was sitting cross-legged on a chair eating honeydew melon, and said: "How can you not cherish the treasure that was lost and found?"

"That's good."

After a while, Yan Yuan said slowly and leisurely: "Life is still long. What I am best at is fighting a protracted war, and... taking advantage of opportunities."

Under the twilight, Yu Jinwen's dark eyes instantly darkened.

(End of this chapter)