After marrying into a wealthy family, I became popular

After Qi Xiaohe left, Wei Wen arranged all the stools in the conference room, emptied the ashtrays, and then went downstairs to the common elevator for ordinary employees, and walked out of the company slowly.

For Wei Wen, what happened today was too sudden.Marriage, this once so distant vocabulary is like a final exam, which comes unexpectedly.

At this moment, only the phrase "family" that Qi Xiaohe said when he left, was left in his mind.

...Maybe it's time to give them a call.After all, why is that person Qi Xiao? Wei Wen still had some vague expectations in his heart: people with blood relationship sent blessings from far away across the ocean, even if it was only a perfunctory sentence, it would be fine.

Thinking of this, Wei Wen pressed a string of phone numbers with his fingers.

Then the bell rang for a long time, until Wei Wen almost hung up, before he was connected.

It wasn't his father who responded from the receiver, but a woman's voice that Wei Wen had heard for more than ten years but still wasn't used to: "Wei Wen? Your father is sleeping and it's inconvenient to answer the phone. What's the matter with you?" ?”

go to bed?

Wei Wen sneered, it's probably eleven o'clock noon in the U.S. right now, his dear father is really dreaming of getting up early and rushing through the night, racing against the clock.If you simply don't want to answer his phone call, you can just say it directly. Who are you fooling with such a reason for not being distracted?

Wei Wen lost any urge to confide in almost an instant, he kicked the pebbles on the ground: "It's okay... since he's sleeping, let's forget it."

"Wait a minute." The woman's voice said hurriedly: "Don't worry, you haven't called back for a long time, and you don't know the situation at home. Your brother changed to a private high school, and the tuition is very expensive; the mortgage bill has been sent for two weeks , haven't dealt with it yet; also, Weiwei's medical expenses are also..."

"Auntie!" Wei Wen interrupted unbearably: "Wei Wei has to ask you to take care of her recently, and I will definitely pick her up after a while. I will transfer the living expenses to your account tomorrow. If there is nothing else, hang up first. "

Wei Wen threw the phone into his jacket pocket, raised his head, and the corners of his mouth curved into a bitter arc.

——As a cheap son left by his ex-wife, he just needs to be a good cash cow. As for who to marry and when, maybe no one really cares.

After a high-intensity meeting all night, with a huge amount of information and difficult decision-making, Qi Xiaohe felt exhausted, both physically and mentally needed a space to be alone, and his brain clamored to let go, let go.

So when he came out of the office, he didn't call the driver and assistant, but came to the underground parking lot alone, got into the Maybach in the president's parking space, turned on the stereo, and what he was familiar with was Ida Haendel's violin solo, Qi Xiao He closed his eyes and sat for a while before feeling a little better.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out and pressed AUTO to start the car engine.

The car came out of the basement, and as soon as it drove to the building downstairs of Lingxiao Media, Qi Xiaohe unexpectedly found a figure in the rearview mirror that was very eye-catching in the dark.

Not because you're still wearing sunglasses and a depressed baseball cap most of the night.It's because of her tall figure and her skin like curdled fat.His fair and translucent skin almost seemed to be a halo under the dim streetlights, and his figure was extremely thin, covered in a large white T-shirt, making his appearance even more slim.

That was Wei Wen who had just separated ten minutes ago.

At this moment, he raised his head high, staring at the moon in a daze.

That thin back looks a little lonely...

Qi Xiaohe started to reverse the car almost subconsciously.

The Maybach parked steadily beside Wei Wen, and then lowered the car window: "Wei Wen? Why are you here alone?"

"Ah? Oh, Mr. Qi!" Wei Wen, who was staring at the moon with all his attention, looked down and saw Qi Xiaohe in the car. A smiling face that doesn't look too good: "Sister Chan is going to stare at the studio and make a statement, let me go back first..."

Qi Xiaohe slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Didn't I ask you to call the assistant to pick it up?" You can emphasize the words "call the assistant", and the tone sounds a little displeased.

Qi Xiaohe didn't think he was a meddlesome person, but at the moment he couldn't help but feel genuinely worried about Wei Wen: Why doesn't this kid have any safety awareness at all, as a traffic star, standing alone in the middle of the night like this How dangerous is it under street lights?

"It's too late...I'm sorry to wake him up." Wei Wen explained softly.

The second half of the sentence he swallowed was: Your boss, why don’t you eat minced meat? How can a little artist like me who is confused to the core of the earth have an exclusive assistant for the "007" service, and the company has provided them with the one The assistant has a bad temper and is angry about getting up.

Qi Xiaohe pondered for a moment, but did not speak.

He turned sideways and fumbled to press the central lock, then tilted his head to Wei Wen: "Come up, I'll take you back."

Wei Wen was flattered and waved his hands again and again: "No, no need... I can call a car myself, it's very convenient. It's so late, you, you should go back and rest early..."

Qi Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Can I eat you?"

Wei Wen looked forward to it: "If you really eat it, that's good. Braised in brown sauce or steamed, it's up to you..."

In the end, Wei Wen got into President Qi Da's car half-pushed.

The black car is speeding in the dark night.

Qi Xiaohe kept holding the steering wheel with one hand, while resting the other hand casually on the car door.He fell silent, his face was expressionless, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't look like the kind of person with a good temper.

Wei Wen was sitting in the co-pilot, but he felt a little distressed - he must have been burdened a lot by traveling alone in a high position.

"Marrying me makes you sad?" Qi Xiaohe suddenly broke the silence.

Wei Wen shook his head desperately: "No, no." Where did you say that?

"What were you thinking just now?" Seeing the young man's terrified expression, Qi Xiao's long-lost empathy suddenly popped up, and he decided not to ask any more questions, even though there were still traces of tears from the corners of Wei Wen's eyes when he looked at the moon just now. .

"Oh, I've been thinking about that Weibo post you just posted." Wei Wen really didn't want to tell the truth.

So he found a topic that resonated more, but he couldn't restrain the joy in his tone: "This kind of public relations is really good! A light sentence diverted the fans' attention. Comments The district is so lively, they are all guessing what is the meaning of your Weibo!"

"Oh?" Qi Xiaohe raised his eyebrows: "What did I post?"

It was only then that Wei Wen realized that Qi Xiaohe didn't have his own Weibo account, and that Weibo post was just the business of the public relations department.

The originally shining stars in his eyes dimmed a lot, and it was short: "I didn't say anything, but you reposted a promotional copy of my new play, and then added the text 'Come on'."

Qi Xiaohe nodded unsurprisingly: "Oh, nothing new. There is always another wave of warm-up before the official announcement, and it's a routine operation."

Wei Wen took a deep breath. He didn't know whether it was the moonlight that was too beautiful or the starlight that was too alluring. He couldn't help but said, "Mr. Qi, do you know? Ever since I debuted, I've imagined countless times in my heart that if one day You mentioned me on Weibo, how should I respond. Really, I have designed many versions, some are flattered, some are humble and eager to learn, and some are excited... Unfortunately, I can't use it, and I don't need it at all. I respond..."

Qi Xiaohe's hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly.

He didn't expect Wei Wen to say these words suddenly, and he really couldn't understand what the child was thinking about without thinking.However, there is a real sense of honey sadness, is this the legendary empathy?

Qi Xiaohe, at a loss for words, said for a while, "From now on, don't call me Mr. Qi."

Wei Wen: "Huh?"

Qi Xiaohe: "It's easy to take it out when it's called Shun and it's open for business, and it will reveal your secrets."

"Oh, that's right. Mr. Qi, I will pay attention to it in the future." Wei Wen nodded suddenly: "I will remove the word 'Qi' when there is a camera in the future, and say that you are my husband. Is this appropriate? "

"Sir..." Qi Xiaohe touched these two words, it was the first time someone called him that...it was kind of interesting, why was it itching in his heart.

The two soon arrived at the place where Wei Wen lived. It was not too far from the company. It was a mixed-use apartment complex for rental and commercial use.

Qi Xiaohe frowned 108 times tonight:

This place, how should I put it, according to the consumption standards of ordinary working-class people, the living conditions are already pretty good, but isn’t it too shabby for a traffic star like Wei Wen with a salary of 7 or 8 figures? a little bit?

"Why live here?"

"What's wrong with living here? It's pretty good? The security guards and cleaning are very dedicated, the property is 24 hours a day, and the room is not small." Wei Wen smiled very calmly, not knowing why Qi Xiaohe asked this question: "And this is What about our group's property?"

It is because it is the property that Qi Xiaohe invested in himself that he is confused, because he clearly knows that all the apartments here are only rented and not sold, this kid?Don't even have your own property yet?Want to rent a house?

Qi Xiaohe waved his hand thoughtfully: "It's nothing, go upstairs quickly. Rest early."

Wei Wen jumped out of the car, waved his hands sweetly, and said with a smile: "Thank you Mr. Qi for taking me back, you go first, drive slowly on the road!"

Qi Xiaohe nodded and turned the steering, too lazy to waste his saliva on trivial matters like who would go first.

Then, he accidentally looked at Wei Wen in the rearview mirror, waving his hands and looking towards him, until the car turned out of the way and didn't go back.

Well, how should I put it—Mr. Qi feels full of heart, a kind of warmth that has never been felt before is spreading...