The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

Xie Jinchen stood in front of the tombstone. There were more people worshiping than when he came last time. Looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, there was not much sadness in his eyes.

In my impression, parents are always busy with various experiments, spending less time together and more separation. The most common thing they say is, "When mom and dad finish this experiment, they will take Chenchen to the amusement park."

But he could never wait for them to finish.

The man and woman on the tombstone still smiled warmly, "Bring her to see you next time. You should like her very much."

The sound was like a gently plucked cello. Xie Jinchen raised his head and looked into the distance, and the wind and clouds gradually gathered.

"Boss, some of Wu's Entertainment's loose tickets have almost reached their lowest point." Lin Dong reported one by one to the indicator documents.

"Divide into 3 accounts to acquire individual shares."

The stamens of the daisy swayed in the wind, and the man in a black trench coat turned and left. In the calm capital, the wind began to rise.

"Beast, kneel down for me!"

In the old house of the Wu family, Wu Jingsong received a stick directly on the crook of his leg.

The middle-aged man next to him had some gray hair on his temples. He glared angrily at the young man kneeling on the ground, holding a cane in his hand. His chest was rising and falling because he was so excited, "What a shame!"

"Dad, I know I was wrong. I will definitely handle this matter. Don't be angry. Your health is important."

The anger on the man's face was still there, but looking at the man kneeling on the ground, who was full of care and concern for his body, his breathing gradually calmed down.

"The thing has happened, and now we just need to find a way to solve it." The woman sitting on the sofa pulled her hair, and the bangs on her forehead were tidied up. "It's useless if you beat your son to death now."

Wu Jingxing stood aside, obviously they were his biological children, but his mother would never speak for him, and his father never bothered to discipline him.

The Wu family only needs one heir, and the person kneeling on the ground is the eldest son they have trained as an heir since childhood. Unless they have to, they will never watch their best heir become a waste. .

Therefore, there is no reason to talk about favoritism.

"Get up and go to Meng's house with your mother tomorrow to get engaged."

The Meng family is already considered a third-rate family. If this incident had not happened, the Wu family could have negotiated a better marriage. Thinking of this, Wu Jiang first complained that his eldest son was not living up to expectations, and more importantly, he was angry that he had been The initiator of the exposure of his son's secret.

"Meng Family?"

Even though he was calm outside, the person kneeling on the ground still looked decadent.

"You know now that you despise the Meng family?" The walking stick thumped on the ground.

Naturally, he looks down on the Meng family. Now that the entertainment industry is developing rapidly, in his eyes, the Meng family is just a wholesale factory, "a small family with a small door."

"Now only those from a small family are willing to marry their daughters to you!" How could those families with the same power as the Wu family let their daughters be with a homosexual.

"This matter is settled! Go back to your room and think about your mistakes behind closed doors!"

He was just playing with those people. Anyone who comes to their house can firmly take the position of the head of the house as long as he gives birth to a child. There is no need to worry about him messing around with other women to create children who will divide the family property. Some women are eager to do so, but Wu Jingsong no longer dared to talk back.

"Jing Xing, go to the company tomorrow to help your brother." This is an order that cannot be refused.

"I have a job."

Wu Jingsong stood up from the ground. If he hadn't known that his brother was very thoughtful, he would have regarded him as a useless waste. "Ah Xing, come up with some ideas to expose my affairs, and now you say you don't want to go to the company," he said. It’s not necessarily too fake.”

Wu Jingxing was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"Jing Xing, I don't blame you for this matter. You don't have to pretend to be confused because you understand."

"I do not have..."

"Pah!" A slap had already been thrown over. Thinking that brotherly fratricide must be nipped in the cradle, the man shouted sternly, "Kneel down!"

His face burned, and there was a ringing in his ears.

The woman stood up indifferently, with a look of disgust on her face, "When you said you didn't want this child, your parents still didn't agree."

These people were the people closest to him ethically, but they judged themselves guilty without even giving him a chance to hear a question from him.

"Wu Jingxing, I want you to kneel down."

Enduring the calm for a while, taking a step back to see that his grandparents were no longer alive, Wu Jingxing stood there blankly, trying his best to convince himself that if he broke up with them, he would really have no home.

"Did you hear?!"

"I'm right! I don't know anything about my brother!" He would rather not have such a family!

"Take the second young master to his room. No one can open the door for him without my order!"

"I really regret giving birth to you."

He had heard this sentence countless times, and it sounded especially harsh now, "Then you will pretend that you don't have me as your son."

"Wu Jingxing! Don't come back after you leave this house!"

"Stop all his cards for me. If he's about to starve to death, you'll know he's wrong."