Soul of the rich

"What did you say?" Wen Song's eyes seemed to be bloodshot for an instant, "That brat Qi Jingyan?!"

Wen Dingchuan laughed loudly, "Isn't that brat? People don't believe you."

Wen Song's irritable mood suddenly calmed down amidst his laughter. Wen Dingchuan wouldn't be so relaxed without a backup. He deliberately said this to see his ugly appearance, "What do you want?"

"What?" Wen Dingchuan took a sip of the wine, squinted his eyes and swallowed enjoying it, "Helping a mother and child who have been separated for nearly 20 years reunite, what a warm thing."

Believe you, the stars will explode tomorrow, Wen Song sullenly looked at Wen Dingchuan on the screen with his chin slightly raised, for a while, he couldn't resist, "...Do you want to kill the people over there directly?"

Wen Dingchuan didn't answer directly, but just lay back and half-lyed comfortably, "It's a pity that good chess pieces are not used to their full potential." After speaking, the communication was cut off without warning.

Wen Song sat down slumped, put his hands into his hair and rubbed it a few times. He originally thought of exchanging Bai Si for Qi Jingyan's favor, but now it seems that he still has to be at the mercy of old man Wen Dingchuan.Wen Zhiyuan was indeed a white-eyed wolf like his mother.Unfamiliar things!If you really treat yourself as a dish, I will see how long you can live? !

When I was worrying, the people in the study were rang. Wen Chengyue came in with a tea tray, and showed the things in his hand with a charming smile, "I made black tea for you, the dim sum made by my mother."

Wen Song's downhearted heart lifted up again, it's better to bring him up with his own hands, now that I think about it, Wen Zhiyuan, that brat, was always gloomy when he was a child, he didn't need food or clothes, he hid in the corner all day long It seemed as if the whole world owed him money, and sure enough, he was old at the age of three.

Sighing, he picked up the teacup, the temperature was just right, and the tea soup was clear. Wen Song looked at Wen Chengyue's delicate skin like petals, and thought of the diligent Charles, stroking Wen Chengyue's head in relief, "You will become a big girl in the blink of an eye. It's time for Dad to consider your dowry."

Wen Chengyue shook her head, worried that the blown hair would be messed up, but she gave Wen Song a coquettish look, "The star calendar is more than 500 years old, Dad, how can you think about getting married at the age of 17."

Since entering the era of technological civilization, women have the same right to study as men, and now the star history has been more than 500 years, and no one cares about early marriage and late marriage. As long as you feel happy, no one cares.

However, early marriage usually means spending more time in family life, especially for women, and childcare will take up a large amount of time, so the vast majority of people do not marry early, at least not before the age of 20. The vast majority hadn't even completed a college education before.

But for the aristocratic family or the wealthy class, the restrictions are just floating clouds.Most of the yellow people in the empire are descendants of China. There is an old saying among them that they cannot be rich for three generations.

This is not absolute, but no matter how many generations are rich, there are only a few people who are impeccably excellent in all aspects, and considering the wealth and background, excellent partners are always in demand.Therefore, the wealthy class began to look for a marriage partner when their children were around 15 years old. Even if they didn't get married, they could get engaged first, move around more, and it became a relationship.

This is the fact, everyone tacitly said it, but it seems to be a shame to say it.

So Wen Chengyue was dissatisfied with acting like a baby, and Wen Song also understood her daughter's thoughts, and rubbed her head again, "What are you embarrassed about with Dad? Come, tell Dad about that kid Charles."

"Father!" Wen Chengyue stomped her feet, "I'm ignoring you." She turned and went out.

Wen Song laughed loudly, "If you don't want to share the secret with your father, it's better to talk to your mother."

Wen Chengyue ran out briskly, pulled her face down as soon as she walked out the door, straightened her hair with her fingers as she walked, rushed to the cloakroom and looked in the mirror, and sure enough, the fluffy hair that had been carefully blown in the morning was deformed by Wen Song's pressing.Immediately, his face became more serious, and he complained while rearranging, the old man is really annoying, how can someone else's father be like this.

She is actually in the second stage of middle school, and she pays special attention to personal space and privacy. Because she was spoiled and grew up blindly confident, and because the empire has a higher class that cannot be touched, she has blind inferiority complex. Recently, she has been suppressed by Wen Zhiyuan several times. However, none of the things he thought about came true, and his temper became more and more irritable.

Charles sometimes sends three messages in 5 minutes in a gentle and affectionate way, and sometimes he doesn’t contact him for a whole day. , Many of the things Wen Chengyue was proud of were crushed into slag.

Under such circumstances, Wen Song asked me how to resist it, and it is already a great improvement to hold back and not turn my face on the spot.

If Wen Song knew what was going on in his daughter's mind, which he placed high hopes on and "brought up by himself", he would probably have a deeper understanding of what it means to be old at the age of three.

In the vast universe on the other side, Wen Zhiyuan was vomiting in a mess, Qi Jingyan's battleship speed was not comparable to that of ordinary civilian spaceships, and Wen Zhiyuan, who was dizzy even from high-speed airships, completely stopped.

If it wasn't for the spacecraft's built-in gravity system, it is estimated that vomit is floating in the entire space now. Seeing his heart-piercing appearance, Liu Fei Kaiser and the others feel lingering fear.

All of them were born with excellent qualities. When they were children, they would get into the chariots of their father and brother to fight, and they would follow them to participate in the exercises when they were not as tall as the driving platform. The people who would get airsick are simply legendary creatures.

The robot cleaned up the dirt and opened it for ventilation. Wen Zhiyuan held a glass of sour juice in a collapsed state. Not to mention the physical discomfort, the psychological depression was hopeless.

Everyone around is alive and kicking like walking on the ground, only myself is half dead, it feels terrible.

Without a bite of lunch, Liu Fei and the others went to space adaptation training and hadn't left Star S for a long time. They also needed to find the feel of various weapons.

Qi Jingyan stayed in the warehouse, Wen Zhiyuan waved to him disgruntled, "Go, get busy, I'm fine."

"I'll take care of you." Qi Jingyan sat beside him, putting his warm hands on the side of his sweaty face, "Is it better than in the morning?"

Wen Zhiyuan half-closed his eyes, pointing weakly at the housekeeping robot, "It's enough."

"There is no shortage of training for a while." Qi Jingyan gently picked him up and put him in his arms, "You can think of something interesting to divert your attention."

Hey, it's really rare to say such a long sentence, Wen Zhiyuan smiled ugly, his attention has been dizzy, he can't concentrate at all, what a distraction.

Being pampered is a bit self-willed, Wen Zhiyuan pouted, a little maliciously, "...Think, don't move, you sing for me, right?"

Qi Jingyan looked down at him once, and got a hot towel to wipe the cold sweat off his clothes.

"Sing, one, well~" The sound of the last word changed to be lingering, Wen Zhiyuan put his hand into Qi Jingyan's lapel, pressing against his dry and warm skin from his heart.

Qi Jingyan paused, but actually agreed, "What are you singing?"

"Ancient ones," Wen Zhiyuan staggered and half propped himself up. He studied ancient documents, but he had seen many songs that others had never heard of. For a long time, he pointed to the longest one, "...this!"

"Song of Everlasting Regret" is an ancient poem with more than 1000 years in the earth age. As a descendant of the Chinese family, Qi Jingyan certainly knows it. The moment he saw the name, he smiled and pinched Wen Zhiyuan's chin, "You are the daughter of the Qingguo Yang family ?"

Wen Zhiyuan fell back into his arms in a daze, and waved his hand randomly in the air, "You don't care, will I~ sing?"

Well, a manly man keeps his word, and Qi Jingyan is not mean-spirited. Although he didn't know it before, it's almost the same with the score. He read the score twice in his mind before opening his mouth. Wen Zhiyuan patted his chest, "Record, record! I Yes, keep it."

This time, the veins on Qi Jingyan's forehead twitched, but looking at Wen Zhiyuan's red eyes that were uncomfortable before, and his posture like soft noodles, he sighed deeply, "It's up to you!"

Wen Zhiyuan stood up again, and struggled to choose the software, Qi Jingyan couldn't see it, and pushed him back into his arms, "Be good!" His subordinates quickly selected the electronic soundtrack synthesis.

The melodious music reverberated in the small cabin, Qi Jingyan opened his mouth, and it turned out to be a slightly higher and clearer voice than usual, which was surprisingly nice and pleasant. Wen Zhiyuan's eyebrows were slightly relaxed, and he felt that the discomfort in his body seemed to be in the old soundtrack Fade like the tide.In addition to the slight vibration of heartbeat and resonant resonance, the chest cavity with the ear attached to it also has a surging mental power.

Wen Zhiyuan fell asleep. In Qi Jingyan's voice, his mind was full of jumping notes. With the change of consciousness, the mental power in his body ran forward spontaneously with the flow of the music score, and his breathing gradually became deep and long. constantly.

Qi Jingyan, who was holding him, felt a little shocked in the interval between the lines, and touched several paths of spiritual power in his body, then he sank his mind and continued to sing slowly.Once finished, play in a loop.

More than an hour later, Liu Fei, who came back from training to see Wen Zhiyuan's state, stood at the door dully. Lin De, who was approaching behind her, wondered, "Why are you standing at the door?" His smile suddenly became obscene, and he aroused two The thumbs are right, "The two are inside?"

"My head is full of rubbish!" Liu Fei lowered her voice, kicked him, and raised her index finger, "Shh..."

The gap in the door widened and the music flowed out. For a moment, Linde felt that he could put his fist into his open mouth. He tried his best to gesticulate with Liu Fei and whispered to Liu Fei, "Damn it, the boss is singing!!!!"

Grandfather of the Qi family can only coax him to sing once after his birthday. It really is true love! ! ! !

Qi Jingyan inside saw two psychopaths standing at the door killing chickens, wiping their necks and gesticulating from the surveillance. He snapped his fingers, and there were a few large characters on the light screen at the door, "Shut up and come in!"

The two went in with their hands together. Liu Fei looked at Wen Zhiyuan's sleeping state. It turned out that there was a recording in the room. Why did my mother go to training just now? , Writing a report on the optical brain, "The Academy of Sciences sent a team over, Junxing sent a message, and they turned to the old independent database. Xiaoyuan's mother may have something to do with Mohai when she was young."

Qi Jingyan raised his eyebrows, "Family?" It's not like Mo Hai hasn't received new blood in the past 1000 years.

Liu Fei was silent for a while, "...there are only sporadic fragments of records, and the complete ones are still being searched." In order to prevent data from being stolen, Mohai's highly encrypted data is not connected to the central optical brain search engine.