Slightly sweet when I first heard it

He only spoke half of the word 'deaf', and Yan Jinghuai said coldly: "Mr. Wen!"

He made a loud voice, trying to cover up the word so that Wen Qingyin could not hear it.

Wen Yuming also calmed down.

He knew he was wrong, but he refused to apologize, and only said to Wen Qingyin: "Come to my study."

Wen Yuming's study is on the second floor.

In Wen Qingyin's memory, Mr. Wen's study room always smelled of moldy ink and paper. Wen Yuming's was different. His study room smelled of new wood, and the books on the bookshelves were also new.

Mr. Wen always thinks that he uses books to decorate his appearance, so he refuses to read a single page.But the reality is that he doesn't have much chance to use this study room.

Wen Yuming's time in the old house was very short.

The old house was built when he was studying abroad. He thought it was too deserted, so he didn't live there for a few days, and after divorcing Ms. An, he seldom came back.

Ever since Mr. Wen handed over the 'Wen's Group' to Wen Qingyin, except for the reunion dinner on New Year's Eve, he hardly showed up in the old house.

Yan Jinghuai followed behind Wen's father and daughter, and when he reached the door of the study, he hesitated whether to go in or not.

What Wen Qingyin said just now reminded him that he is only Xiao Wendong's 'husband', not her lover.

Wen Yuming quickly made a decision for him.

Wen Qingyin just entered the study, Wen Yuming immediately closed the door, and even took the time to glare at Yan Jinghuai.

Yan Jinghuai touched his nose, leaned lazily against the wall, and waited outside to hear the voiceless sound.

Wen Yuming was very unfamiliar with the study room. He lit a cigarette but couldn't find the ashtray.

Wen Qingyin found an ashtray for him from the bookshelf.It's a round and rumbling skeleton, and you can tell it's something from Wen Qingyin at a glance.

Wen Yuming pays the most attention to taking care of his body on weekdays, and basically does not touch alcohol or tobacco.I was really angry today, I smoked a cigarette to the end, and my anger finally calmed down a little.

But he really overestimated his self-cultivation, and he still got angry with his mouth: "Wen Qingyin, you are really amazing. Although you are usually willful and lawless, I think you have a sense of proportion. Tell me, are you going to kill someone next time!"

"I know you don't like it. She has tried to avoid you. Why are you targeting her?"

"Yes, it's not her fault if you can't hear her. You hold grudges against her and trouble her, but can you hear me in this way? I'm also responsible if you can't hear me. Tell me, how do you want to deal with me!"

"I know, you are angry that your grandfather didn't give you the position of president. But don't think about it. The old man is so partial to you. If you are really suitable, can he not give it to you?"

Wen Qingyin felt bored.

Wen Yuming was bored, and she herself was bored.

Wen Yuming has never been willing to listen to others, and he is self-centered in handling all affairs, and he is never willing to accept things beyond his cognition.

And she still has expectations for this kind of person.

I hope that one day he will realize his conscience, be a good father, and make up for his lost fatherly love.

Wen Qingyin was in a bad mood, and her tone became harsh:
"You're right, my husband was kidnapped and abused, and almost died, but Wang Yizhi lost her hair."

Wen Yuming refused to believe it: "What nonsense are you talking about? Yizhi just came back from a business trip and doesn't know anything."

He stared at Qingyin: "Yizhi is not you, so he wouldn't do such outrageous things."

Wen Qingyin really didn't know if he was really stupid or just pretending.She sneered, "Do you believe this yourself?"

"Also, I have Wang Yizhi monitoring it, do you want to watch it?"

Wen Yuming was at a loss for words.

He knew that even though Wen Qingyin was arrogant and arrogant, she did not lie.

He believed that Wang Yizhi was innocent, but Wen Qingyin was obviously angry, and he didn't dare to provoke her anymore, so he changed the subject:
"What husband, you quickly deal with the [-]th-line starlet to me."

Wen Qingyin opened her eyes and said nonsense, "I'm sorry, I didn't sign a prenuptial agreement, so I can't leave it."

Wen Yuming originally wanted to save the country with curves, but he didn't want to burn the company camp.

"Wen Qingyin, you're out of your mind. I think you're fascinated by that vixen! Let me tell you, marriage is a big deal. Don't put yourself in it for the sake of getting angry with me."

He spoke loudly, afraid that Yan Jinghuai outside would not be able to hear him.

Of course Yan Jinghuai heard it, but he couldn't quarrel with his father-in-law across the door.He touched his nose in embarrassment, and muttered: "Actually, besides being good-looking, I have other advantages. For example, I have a good figure, and I have abs."

When Wen Yuming was unhappy, Wen Qingyin became much happier.She followed Wen Yuming's words and said back: "What's wrong with the vixen, I like it."

Wen Yuming got even more angry, and scolded: "I like a fart, and I don't think about what will happen to you later!"

"Wen Qingyin, you are 28 this year, he is only 24!"

"You dominated the kindergarten, and he only served moon wine. You went to Shaolin Temple, and he learned how to tie his shoes. You went to Wen's for an internship, so he learned mathematics, physics and chemistry."

"In another ten or twenty years, your hair will be all gray, and his charm will not diminish. Yes, you like him, and he, does he like you?"

"Think about it. At that time, your skin was wrinkled and your face was full of age spots. How could he like you!"

Wen Qingyin was stunned.

Regarding the relationship between her and Yan Jinghuai, she didn't think about it so long ago.

She doesn't care about wrinkles, who doesn't have shallow lines on his face over time?
She knew it could be eliminated with some medical means, but she felt it was unnecessary.

The face is not a balloon, how could there be no folds at all.

But she hesitated now, she didn't seem to want Yan Jinghuai to see her aging.

She looked towards the door, she knew that Yan Jinghuai was at the door, she hoped that he would come in and say something.

When they get along, Yan Jinghuai is always very reliable.Wen Qingyin believed that he would come in and stand on her side.

Of course Yan Jinghuai didn't mind Wen Qingyin's wrinkles, nor her white hair.In the long life of human beings, four or five years are really nothing.

More importantly, Wen Qingyin's genes are too powerful.According to Mr. Wen, Wen Qingyin's grandmother was the first to pass away in her family. The old lady was free from illness and disaster all her life, and lived to be 89 years old.

On the other hand, their old Yan's family, alas, let's not talk about it.

Yan Jinghuai even secretly thought that Wen Qingyin's physique is so good, when they are old, she will have to help him push the wheelchair.

His hand was already on the doorknob, but he refused to push it away.

He didn't know if he was qualified to go in.

Wen Yuming regarded him as a decoration, but Wen Qingyin did not refute.

There was no movement at the door, and Wen Qingyin's heart sank a little.

She became irritable for no reason:
"There is no age difference between us. If you say that, then there is a ten-year difference between you and your little wife."

"You send a love letter to a female classmate before she puts out full moon wine. When you study abroad, she learns to tie her shoes. When you have daughters, she wears a red scarf."

Wen Qingyin pretended to be surprised: "Based on this, after you die, she will still be juicy. Maybe she will wait to boil you to death, and then find a young boyfriend."

Wen Yuming regretted provoking her.

There are two things that he cares about the most in his life, one is age, and the other is sagging skin.

Worried about his cerebral thrombosis, he quickly took out two bottles of Jingxin Oral Liquid from his pocket and poured it down for himself.

He was so angry that his hands were trembling, and he pointed at Wen Qingyin "you" for a long time before choking out a sentence: "My birthday is young, we are only nine years apart."

Wen Qingyin snorted coldly, "Go back and tell your little wife that there is a deadline of two days to tell her to leave. This place belongs to me now, and I don't want to see the garbage, so I tell her to quickly tear down that gatekeeper."

She turned around to leave, but Wen Yuming called her to stop.

He lowered his voice, and there was a hint of expectation on his face: "Did your mother let you do this?"

Wen Qingyin really didn't know what was in his mind.When she thought that half of her genes were the same as his, she worried that she would become demented one day.

She opened the door and bumped into Yan Jinghuai who was at the door.

Yan Jinghuai wanted to say something, but she gave him a hard look and left.

This father and daughter are quite alike.

Yan Jinghuai wanted to chase after him, but Wen Yuming stopped him, "The [-]th line, come in."

In the study, Wen Yuming and Yan Jinghuai sat opposite each other on the sofa.

Wen Yuming stared at him for a long time, then took out a check from his wallet.

"There are 100 million here. Divorce my daughter. If you hesitate, deduct [-] in a second."

Ah, what a familiar question.

Yan Jinghuai smiled decently, "I'm sorry Mr. Wen, it's time for me to see Director Xiao Wen."

"Hmph, you're quite greedy." Wen Yuming disdainfully said, "Do you think Wen Qingyin likes you?"

"She doesn't like you at all. You see, she said she hates Cui Jie, but in fact, when they were dating, they went out in pairs all day long, for fear that others would not know. Look at you again, who did she show you to meet?"

Wen Yuming complained, "I am really fascinated by ghosts, I am too embarrassed to talk to Lao Cui now."

Yan Jinghuai clenched his fists, feeling suddenly in a bad mood.

When he went back, he got out of the elevator and was stopped by the old housekeeper.

The old man with a kind smile led him into the guest room, "The guest room has been tidied up, and I didn't take good care of it just now, please forgive me."

guest room?

It turned out that I was just a guest.

Yan Jinghuai laughed at himself.

Otherwise, what else do you want.

The next day was to smell the old man's first seven.

Wen Yuming decided to move Mr. Wen's ashes home early in the morning.Although the country advocates economical use of land, the entire mountain belongs to the old Wen family, and no one cares about where they like to dig a hole to bury the old man.

Wen Qingyin was quiet all the way, it was rare that she didn't contradict her father.

The old man's grave is on the hillside, under an old tree with thick arms hugged by two people, and He's bedroom is far away from each other.

I didn't find a feng shui master, so Wen Yuming chose the place himself.

Only Wen's father and daughter and Yan Jinghuai participated, and Wang Yizhi didn't even have a chance to meet.

Wang Defu led people to dig the hole the first day, and Wen's father and daughter were in charge of burying the soil today.

Wen Yuming put the urn in with a solemn face, chattering non-stop.

Yan Jinghuai couldn't help taking a peek at Wen Qingyin.

The old man threw half of his body into the sea for her, and the other half was about to become a big diamond ring. I don't know what she put in it to fill it up.

If it is milk powder, it will have to be eaten by ants tomorrow.

Since last night, the two have fallen into a delicate cold war, and neither of them wants to talk to each other first.

Wen Qingyin noticed Yan Jinghuai's gaze, and looked back calmly.That gaze was empty in all directions, no different from looking at mountains, rivers and graves, which made Yan Jinghuai a little annoyed.

He withdrew his gaze and continued to listen to the cheap old man.

Wen Yuming's resentment towards Wen Bada was no less than Wen Qingyin's towards him.But he prides himself on being a filial son, he pays attention to being a "parent who is everything in the world", and he never talks back to his father.

Now that his father is gone and he will never see him again, he poured out the words that he had held back all his life.

He was not allowed to buy firecrackers when he was a child, and he was not allowed to buy a private jet when he grew up. One by one, the time and place are clearly remembered.

At the end, he did not forget to add: "Dad, I never blamed you."