Dressed as the hero and his uncle

Luan Mingli didn't get involved in what happened next, and quickly took an opportunity to say goodbye and leave, waving his hands, hiding his merit and fame.

When he was about to go out, he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, so he stopped again.

...Remember, that woman named Bai Lu seems to be still under Li Xinzi's desk?

I don't know what will happen if other people find out about that woman?

Luan Mingli thought about it, but he still didn't choose to let himself be the revealer.

He can bet with his own eyes that Bai Lu can't persist until everyone leaves without being exposed.

That woman is not completely stupid, she has a little cleverness.It's just that this little cleverness is too insignificant, which makes her look even more funny.

When Luan Mingli left, he ran into Secretary Wang standing at the door.

The female secretary with a better face pursed her lips and showed a commercial smile, but her eyes were full of gratitude.

She took a step back politely to make way, with her back straight and extremely confident.

----

Luan Mingli went straight back to the villa.

In the past two days, he has figured out the assets under his banner, there are all kinds of mess, and it seems that there is not much difference from before wearing the book.

The only difference is that Luan Mingli is a standard hands-off shopkeeper, while "Luan Mingli" is a good president who strategizes.

This is easy to handle, Luan Mingli has enough hands-off experience, and quickly selected a few more reliable subordinates based on his years of experience as a hands-off shopkeeper, and let them take over the business with full authority--reliable is right, just ask No fault, no merit, do you understand?

Therefore, after settling his personal affairs, Luan Mingli did not stay outside for long.

He still has a half-drawn drawing in his hand, and he is still thinking about how to color it, which is the most important thing in his heart.

When passing by the neighbor's house, Luan Mingli found that Wen Hejun was watering the flowers in the yard.

His movements are very elegant, and every move reveals good breeding, but the movements are too graceful-a bit like an old man watering flowers trembling.

Luan Mingli couldn't help laughing at this thought, his voice was not heavy, but he was heard by the person involved somehow.

Wen Hejun put down the kettle: "Mr. Luan? Why is it so hard to get out today?"

I seldom paid attention to this neighbor before, but recently I discovered that he seems to rarely go out, and I don't know why he went out today——

Wen Hejun had some guesses in his heart, but he wasn't very sure.

Luan Mingli smiled slightly.

"The weather is fine today, so let's go out for a walk."

Wen Hejun glanced at the gentle and not too glaring sunshine, and couldn't help nodding: "Indeed, today is a good weather..."

He glanced at the villa behind him, and thought for a while: "Speaking of which, I was nagging a lot last time, and the weather is just right today, why don't you come and try my handicraft."

It's three or four o'clock in the afternoon, just in time for afternoon tea.

Luan Mingli ate lunch early just to spare time to catch Li Xinzi. Now that he was a little hungry, he nodded happily: "Okay."

He had a good impression of this neighbor.

Afternoon tea is also a social way to strengthen ties. Maybe you can find a friend and reassure the worried housekeeper, Uncle Wang. Why not do it?

Wen Hejun smiled slightly and opened the door of the villa yard.

Luan Mingli stepped in and looked around suspiciously: "Hey, does Mr. Wen live alone?"

As if he knew what Luan Mingli wanted to ask, Wen Hejun replied gently: "Yes, I don't like to hire housekeepers and servants very much, so I live alone. The cleaning is done by part-time workers."

In other words, this is a big guy who can cook and basically eats the meals he cooks.

Luan Mingli was in awe.

Although there is no lack of guys who can cook among people of the same age and status, they mostly eat meals cooked by servants and chefs, or directly order meals every three days, and there are basically no real frequent cooks.

People like Wen Hejun are an absolute minority.

Half an hour later, Luan Mingli sat in the well-tended garden, with exquisite black tea and small cakes in front of him, feeling so emotional.

There is also a portable refrigerator next to the small European-style tea table. Through the transparent glass door, you can see a few small puddings or cakes inside, which were also prepared by Wen Hejun and stored in the refrigerator.

Luan Mingli took a bite of the cake at hand.

The rich matcha fragrance is delicate and delicate, and it is especially delicious when it spreads between the lips and teeth.

Luan Mingli took a sip, waited for the taste in his mouth to dissipate, and drank the black tea again.

The aroma of tea is also rich and delicate. Luan Mingli has tasted many well-known black teas, but somehow he can't taste the variety of this black tea.

Could it be that Wen Hejun did it himself?

The thought flashed by.

"Your dim sum is really good... especially the knife skills. I guess your food is not bad either." Among other things, the skill of slicing fruit should be a must when cutting vegetables.

"...This lemon was sliced ​​with a slicer." Wen Hejun was silent for a moment, and explained with a subtle smile, "The blade of the slicer is a little crooked, so it doesn't look very neat, but looks like It was cut by hand."

Luan Mingli: "...Pfft. You don't need to explain it, so your image in my heart will be much stronger - in terms of cooking."

The two laughed together.

Luan Mingli withdrew his smiling face and put on a serious look: "I'm serious, your craftsmanship is really good, and I can't catch up with you."

Luan Mingli thinks that his hands-on ability is not bad, but whether it is food or desserts, there are always problems of one kind or another, and the ones he makes are more difficult to swallow than the other.

The smile on the corner of Wen Hejun's mouth deepened: "You know, I once had a down and out time, and no one came to cook for me at that time."

Luan Mingli stiffened for a moment.

That's right, Wen Hejun is still different from ordinary peers in the circle.

He is a model who once fell down and climbed up again. Many elders of the aristocratic families in this city use him as an example to inspire future generations - from the information collected by Luan Mingli.

"Don't worry, this is a thing of the past for me, it's not a scar." Wen Hejun added with a smile as if he noticed Luan Mingli's stiffness.

"Want to hear my story?"

"Okay...huh?" Luan Mingli was taken aback.

Is this relationship progressing a little too quickly?

Although I do feel that Wen Hejun likes me, maybe I can become friends...

Wen Hejun held the black tea cup with both hands, as if lost in thought.

"When it comes to telling a story, there seems to be a lot to say... Let's tell the most suitable content to listen to."

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When Wen Hejun was seven or eight years old, he was the little prince in the city's upper-class social circle.

The ancestors of the Wen family were high-ranking officials, and later a generation of squires. Even wars and policy changes did not have a very serious impact on the Wen family.

By the time Wen Hejun was born, the Wen family had almost become the biggest behemoth in Wucheng.

As the heir of the Wen family, he also grew up as the center of attention.

But later, I don't know where the snowflakes started to have problems. Bankruptcies, closures, auctions, and disasters rolled in like an avalanche, completely crushing the Wen family.

One moment heaven, one moment hell.

Wen Hejun's 9th birthday party had already been arranged. In the largest viewing restaurant in Wucheng, there were countless ingredients brought in from overseas chartered planes, and it was a top-notch buffet that was just popular at that time.

But no matter how good the planning was, there was no chance of holding it. He and his grandma became the only people in the Wen family who could still have a life——

Father Wen and Grandpa Wen went to prison, while Mother Wen went crazy because of her emotions, and jumped off the building late at night.

Overnight, the prince was even worse than a commoner.

Wen Hejun and Grandma Wen had nowhere to go, and after seeking help from many sources, they were taken in by the Fu family.

When Luan Mingli heard this, he was slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect that there was something about the Fu family in it - although only the surname was mentioned, Luan Mingli intuitively felt that it probably referred to his grandma's Fu family.

That's exactly what happened.

Wen Hejun was taken in by Fourth Grandpa Fu.

Grandpa Fu used to be Grandma Wen's senior, and the team the two belonged to had produced many important research results, so there was a kind of sympathy that belonged to researchers.

Although he knew that it would be troublesome to take in the Wen family members, he still took the grandparent and grandson in.

"I know that old man is sincerely kind to us." Wen Hejun looked a little reminiscent.

Fourth Grandfather Fu is not young anymore, and his health is not very good. He has been living on the island for recuperation since the past two years, and he will only come back when he is in good health during the Chinese New Year.

"He valued my education as much as his own grandson."

"But I know that I'm dependent on others, and I can't forget about it just because Grandpa Fu treated me well."

"So, at the age of 14, I finished all my high school subjects at that time and took the college entrance examination early."

Luan Mingli: ...

Although what you said is very difficult, I always feel that something is wrong.

Did the neighbor's children use you as a template to draw?

"Later..." Wen Hejun showed a reminiscing expression, as if remembering something, with a cold look in his brows and eyes.

The words that he opened his mouth twirled around his lips for a while, before being swallowed back.

"In short, it took me a long time to start from the grassroots level of a company and return to the current circle with venture capital."

The top circle in Wucheng.

"So I've always been better at cooking for myself, and that goes a long way."

Luan Mingli opened his mouth, wanting to ask about Grandma Wen Hejun's situation, but vaguely felt that it was not a good question to ask, so he curled his lips into a chuckle.

Although his face hasn't changed much, his demeanor has changed a lot in the direction of sickness. When the corners of his mouth are raised, his smile is extraordinarily shallow, which definitely won't make people feel uncomfortable.