I just want to inherit the family property and don't want to fall in love

"where did you go?"

Wen Yi leaned on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man who crept into the room.

Wen Xing, who heard the voice, froze and turned around stiffly, only then did he realize that there was another person in the room.

Hehehe sneered, Wen Xing exclaimed: "My brother is my brother, I didn't even sense your breath."

"Tell me, where did you go and what did you do?"

Wen Yi asked while swiping his phone to browse Haicheng news.

"Uh..." Wen Xing blinked his eyes, looking innocent: "It's nothing, just walk around."

"Are the flower cakes in Baiyu Town delicious?"

Putting down the phone, Wen Yi blinked like him.

Wen Xing fell silent suddenly, he knew that his actions could not be hidden from his brother.

"Can't you just take a look?" Wen Xing, who had cooled down, was very dissatisfied with his brother's attitude this time.

He was not like this before!
Wen Yi sighed, he had already warned his younger brother on the way here, but he didn't expect him to be so frizzy.

"Feng Qingyun is not easy, don't provoke him for now."

"Of course I know that he is not simple. How can people who come out of there be simple?"

With a sneer, Wen Xing burst out with strong hatred in his eyes: "But he must die! It's not good to call his surname whatever, but the surname is Feng!"

"Enough! Xiao Xing, wake up! Stop being blinded by hatred! Not everyone with the surname Feng deserves to die!"

"Brother! The one who should wake up is you! Have you forgotten how the Feng family treated you? Did I say they should be damned wrong? Even if I kill them a thousand times or ten thousand times, it will not be able to dispel the hatred in my heart !"

Unexpectedly, his younger brother's hatred for the Feng family was so deep, Wen Yi felt very sad, and more of a self-blame.

"But at least there is little uncle..."

Hearing the words "little uncle", the hatred in the younger brother's eyes dissipated a lot, and his mood eased a little: "There is only little uncle. But he has fallen to the end he is now, and those self-righteous bastards of the Feng family are not the same Is it to blame?"

After all, the Feng family doesn't have many good things, so if you kill it, you will kill it.

"Then what if Feng Qingyun has something to do with my little uncle?"

Originally, Wen Yi wanted to wait for some results to be found before telling Xiaoxing. After all, many things were still guesses by him and Lei Ting.

But now it seems that if he doesn't know a little bit, maybe he will run over recklessly at any time.

If the final result is as he guessed, wouldn't it be a great tragedy?
"Brother, what do you mean?" Wen Xing was stunned, he couldn't understand what his brother said.

What does it mean that Feng Qingyun has a relationship with the little uncle?What does he have to do with the little uncle?
He had seen Feng Qingyun's photo before, but it was just a profile photo, with eyebrows and eyes somewhat like that of a little uncle.

But it's normal for people from the Feng family to be somewhat alike, which proves that Feng Qingyun is indeed from that Feng family.

"Do you remember the little aunt I told you about?"

Wen Xing was still young at that time and had never met his little uncle's wife, but Wen Yi was already more than ten years old at that time, and he still had a deep impression of what happened at that time.

"Actually, when my little uncle took her away, my aunt was already pregnant."

what?
Wen Xing was shocked and speechless.

Brother means...

"If that child can be born and grow up normally, it should be about the same age as him. Of course, this person also suddenly appeared in our sight, and there is not much information yet. Whether it is true or not, I am not sure."

Wen Yi didn't know how much Wen Xing listened to what Wen Xing said, at least he could feel that Wen Xing's hostility had dissipated.

"I hope it's true."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the lights come on.

When the glamorous Mu Qianxue appeared at the reception with the tall and handsome Mu Qiannuan on her arm, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The woman had a smile on her cheeks, her pupils were watery, and she was so glamorous that the entire reception was overshadowed.

The man is handsome, personable, and imposing, making all women crazy about him.

The picture of the two standing together is so eye-catching, everyone can't help sighing again, Mu Jia's genes are really excellent.

As the organizer of the reception, An Hexiang, the president of Pusheng Xintong, a middle-aged man in his 40s, greeted him immediately.

"Mr. Mu is good, Mr. Nuan is good."

"Boss An."

After exchanging some pleasantries, An Hexiang smiled and said, "Then I won't bother President Mu and Nuan Shao. I have prepared two rooms upstairs. If you two want to rest, you can ask the waiter to take you there."

"Thank you, Mr. An has a heart."

After An Hexiang left, Mu Qiannuan immediately became dishonest.

"Sister, standing with you is too stressful. I'm going to play first, call me if you need something."

"Want to pick up girls again? If you dare to harm the little girl again, I will tell the elder sister to castrate you!"

Mu Qianxue frowned, saying that it was more of a threat than a little girl involuntarily showing up in front of her brother, which intoxicated the men who secretly followed her.

After Mu Qiannuan and Mu Qianxue separated, many men were about to strike up a conversation, but found that the goddess followed the waiter upstairs.

A few bold and confident talents wanted to follow, but were politely stopped.

Coming to the room specially prepared for her, Mu Qianxue felt for the first time that the president of Pusheng Communication was really good.

She doesn't like socializing, but as the "spokesperson" of the shepherd's family, she has to attend such occasions often.

Unexpectedly, An Hexiang was so thoughtful, even taking care of her emotions.

"Mr. Mu, I won't go in. You can call the front desk directly if you need anything."

The waiter didn't even enter the door, so he left respectfully.

After closing the door, Mu Qianxue just breathed a sigh of relief when she was hugged tightly from behind.

The familiar aura instantly changed her expression from fear to disbelief.

"Yes, is that you?"

Mu Qianxue herself could feel her voice trembling.

She maintained this posture without daring to move, for fear that all this was her wishful thinking, for fear that if she moved, this gentle embrace would disappear.

"Little Xueer, you are so cruel that you actually abandoned me."

Quan Lukun's aggrieved voice rang in his ears, as if he had been bullied.

What a clear voice, what a real touch, all this is not her daydream.

In order to see his family, he actually chased him to the reception.

"I don't care why you left, anyway, I'm already yours, you have to be responsible to me!"

Seeing that Mu Qianxue was silent, Quan Lukun directly played a rogue, making Mu Qianxue speechless for a while, and instantly broke away from the emotion.

"Hey, why are you mine?"

"Why not? How dare you say that you didn't sleep with me?"

Quan Lukun's words directly brought her back to the passionate lingering night, making her heart beat faster and her blood rush up.

Who slept with you?What a thick skin!