Soon the car drove into the wealthy area, and a single-family villa came into view.

Han Zichuan parked the car, opened the car door for Wen Yu, and made a gentlemanly "please" gesture: "Here we are, Xiao Yu."

Wen Yu got out of the car and looked around: "Is this your home?"

Han Zichuan smiled and said, "Yes."

Wen Yu looked at the houses on the left and right. Although they were newly renovated, they kept the original style, simple and elegant, clean and beautiful.

Han Zichuan handed over the key to the butler, then turned around and showed Wen Yu a tour of his private house.

"This is the house my mother left me. I usually work in the company and rarely come back to live." Han Zichuan pointed to the stairs, "There are bedrooms, study rooms and a gym on the second floor, and fitness equipment on the third floor. The chef andThe servants are ready, just tell me what you need."

Wen Yu looked around and praised sincerely: "This house is very beautiful."

Han Zichuan slightly hooked his lips: "Thank you for the compliment."

After a pause, he added, "My parents immigrated abroad in the early years, and I grew up in England, so I prefer Western styles."

"Hmm..." Wen Yu nodded, "Actually, the Chinese style is also good, your family atmosphere should be good."

"It's not good." Han Zichuan smiled wryly, "It's just that our living habits are completely different."

Wen Yuruo realized something: "No wonder I always feel that your temperament is relatively cold, but in today's society, more and more people pursue Western-style culture and Chinese-style culture, but it makes people feel like traveling through time and space."

"Yes." Han Zichuan said with emotion, "I didn't believe in fate before, but now I believe in fate."

Turning her head and looking at Wen Yu with burning eyes: "Xiao Yu, after meeting you, I believe in fate."

Wen Yu lowered his eyelids, avoiding his burning gaze, and changed the subject: "Didn't you say you're going to cook yourself today?"

"Yeah." Han Zichuan smiled, "Let's go."

The crisp sound of pots and pans colliding came from the kitchen. Han Zichuan stood in front of the stove, rolled up his shirt sleeves, washing and chopping vegetables, with the attitude of a virtuous husband.

Wen Yu was dragged by Xiao Yuyang to the entertainment room to play games, and the two had a great time.

The warm and soft orange light shone on them, warm and peaceful, like the most beautiful picture scroll in the fairy tale world.

After some time, Han Zichuan called them to eat.

The restaurant is very large, with luxurious and noble layout. The tables and chairs are all made of top-grade wood, and the tableware is exquisite and elegant. It is pleasing to the eye at a glance.

Han Zichuan put the meal on the table, went to fetch a bottle of red wine, poured it for Wen Yu, and said, "This is a wine from a vineyard imported from France. I bought one to bring back."

Wen Yu smelled the mellow and rich aroma of red wine, and resisted the urge to take a sip. He knew that he could not hold enough alcohol, so he didn't dare to try it indiscriminately.

How could he not understand Han Zichuan's express confession just now?

"I'll just have a drink." Wen Yu raised his cup and touched him lightly, "Congratulations on your company's success."

"Thank you for your kind words." Han Zichuan took a sip of red wine, raised his eyes to stare at him, and said sincerely, "Xiao Yu, thank you for your encouragement."

His eyes were focused and fierce, as if they could melt his whole body.

Wen Yu hurriedly avoided, coughed a few times in embarrassment, and lowered his head to drink the juice.

"Why are you so nervous?" Han Zichuan smiled softly, "I just want to thank you, there is no malice."

Wen Yu didn't dare to look directly at him, lowered his head, and pretended to ask casually, "How did you and Xiao Yuyang's mother separate?"

Han Zichuan's expression suddenly turned sad: "She suffers from depression. Not long after giving birth to Han Yuyang, she divorced me and immigrated to Canada to live."

Wen Yu was surprised, he didn't expect him to be so honest.

"Sorry." He said apologetically, "I mentioned your sadness."

"It's okay." Han Zichuan shook his head, "I've let go of it a long time ago."

The two tacitly stopped mentioning this matter, and chatted about trivial matters at work, and the warm and happy atmosphere gradually disappeared.

After dinner, Wen Yu proposed to go home first, Han Zichuan offered to send him back, but Wen Yu couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

He got in the car and went downstairs soon. After waving goodbye, Wen Yu took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Mo's number. For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly wanted to hear Jiang Mo's voice, as if onlyHis voice is what soothes him.