Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

: "" Bai Nuannuan said "thank you" to the old housekeeper and walked in first.

Bai Nuannuan's eyes were dazzled as soon as he walked into the old-fashioned European-style bedroom. All kinds of exquisite and expensive antiques were placed with great care.

Bai Nuannuan paused. She looked at Mr. Wen who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating. She didn't know how to call him for a moment.

Grandpa?

But Mr. Wen has already come forward to recognize Wen Yang as his son and train him as the head of the Wen Group.

Call me old man?

The relationship on the surface has not been broken up yet, and it is not easy for Bai Nuannuan to open her mouth.

Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Wen opened his eyes. When he looked at Bai Nuannuan, he looked very calm, and his attitude could even be considered kind.

"Sit down and have a cup of tea with me, an old man."

Bai Nuannuan's eyes fell, and she realized that Mr. Wen's favorite set of teapots had been taken out by him.

The fragrance of Darjeeling black tea wafts on the tip of my nose.

"Yes."

Mr. Wen sat up straight and personally made another cup of black tea for Bai Nuannuan. His technique was very exquisite.

But Bai Nuannuan is a person who doesn't like to drink tea.

Without even glancing at the cup of black tea placed in front of him, Bai Nuannuan said, "Thank you," without raising his head.

"When did our grandfather and grandson become so different from each other?"

Mr. Wen calmly picked up his cup and took a sip. The fragrance filled his nostrils.

He looked very satisfied.

With her hands folded and placed on her knees, Bai Nuannuan subconsciously followed the rules set by Mr. Wen in the past.

Behaving like a maid in the old days.

After realizing this, Bai Nuannuan frowned almost imperceptibly, withdrew his hands from his knees and leaned on the armrest of the sofa.

As expected, Mr. Wen's face changed in displeasure, showing no anger or authority.

If it had been before, Bai Nuannuan would have been scared out of his wits by this time. He apologized carefully and then sat upright again.

Now, there is a smile on Bai Nuannuan's lips, which looks very hypocritical: "I am just the adopted daughter of the Wen family, how can I have any kind of relationship with the old man?"

"Yi Nuan, don't be angry with grandpa," Mr. Wen sighed in a pretentious manner, his eyes showing nostalgia for the past, "Grandpa still remembers that when you were first brought back to the Wen family, you were only seven years old and so small. "

Listening to these words, Bai Nuannuan inevitably felt a little irritated.

"If the old man came to me today just to say these things, then we might as well wait until the shareholders' meeting ends this afternoon and then we can talk in detail."

She mentioned it so obviously. If Mr. Wen doesn't take advantage of it, Bai Nuannuan will become suspicious.

Seeing Bai Nuannuan's anxious expression, as if he couldn't bear to wait impatiently, Mr. Wen smiled confidently.

This adopted daughter still has feelings for the Wen family, so she is so eager to achieve something for him.

It was wrong to use this to provoke him to cultivate Wen Yang as his successor.

Mr. Wen was obviously not in a hurry and leaned back. He clenched the snake-print crutch in his hand tightly and knocked it on the dull floor.

As if it was a signal, the old butler outside the door immediately walked in with two contracts.

After placing the two contracts on the tea table in front of them, the old housekeeper bowed respectfully and exited the bedroom.

Mr. Wen seemed very confident: "This is the distribution contract regarding the transfer and inheritance of Wen Group's shares. You and Qiao Yi each hold one copy. You can take a look."

Bai Nuannuan glanced at him suspiciously, and did not reach out to pick it up. Instead, he directly pretended to be reckless and asked: "Since the old man has already chosen Wen Yang, why should he do such self-deception again? "

"To put it nicely, the old man feels sorry for his grandson, but to put it at a worse level, isn't it just that person's money that helps others to eliminate disasters?"

Facing Bai Nuannuan's questioning, the old man obviously seemed very calm.

"All the money and property I own personally have been distributed to you two siblings. As for Wen Yang," Mr. Wen paused slightly before saying with a smile, "there is only one Wen Group."

But now the Wen Group is like a hot potato!

Bai Nuannuan was stunned for a few seconds, obviously not understanding Mr. Wen's sudden operation.

Wen Yang, who didn't know the seriousness of the matter, was still showing off his power to her just now, worried that the Wen Group would be snatched away by him.

However, most of Mr. Wen's private property is not disclosed to the public and few people know about it.

Bai Nuannuan really couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"why?"

Bai Nuannuan asked this question sincerely.

Mr. Wen smiled nonchalantly: "Maybe it's because we are getting old and we can't bear to see our children and grandchildren suffering outside."

Bai Nuannuan sneered, feeling that this sentence was extremely ironic.

"I don't think there is any need for us to continue talking."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Nuannuan stood up instantly. As soon as he took a step forward, Mr. Wen's extremely confident greeting came from behind his ears: "Do you think you can still leave?"

Bai Nuannuan turned around and looked at Mr. Wen calmly.

The latter didn't seem to have any objection to his words, but it should be that for Bai Nuannuan, it was pie-in-the-sky.

Mr. Wen, who had always been moody and angry, showed confusion in front of Bai Nuannuan for the first time.

Bai Nuannuan smiled sweetly at him: "I can try."

Not even half a minute after finishing speaking, the door of the study room was knocked eagerly by the old housekeeper.

Mr. Wen was obviously in a bad mood: "Come in."

The study door was opened by the old housekeeper, who was quite old and ran up to the third floor panting.

"Old man, Mr. Song's people are here."

While getting up in a hurry, Mr. Wen accidentally knocked over the cup of black tea that Bai Nuannuan hadn't even taken a sip of, and fell onto the soft and delicate retro carpet.

There was no sound, and there was a wet mark in the silence.

"Who?"

The old butler hurriedly stepped forward to support Mr. Wen and gave him the answer repeatedly: "He is the chairman of the Chow Chow Group."

After saying this, there was a blank silence in the study room for nearly three minutes.

Bai Nuannuan stood up straight and faced Mr. Wen's scrutinizing gaze fearlessly.

"I underestimated you."

Mr. Wen laughed in anger.

Bai Nuannuan smiled softly at him, and elegantly pushed the hair behind her ears: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Mr. Wen."

The old man couldn't laugh anymore.

As soon as he walked out of the study room, Wen Yang's screams were heard.