He can't read my heart today

"You must give me a reasonable explanation and tell me why Zuo Taihe is speaking on behalf of you in today's board meeting!"

When Zuo Taihe carried Xi Jun, who was so drunk that he couldn't even walk steadily, back to the main courtyard, Xi Xiang stood at the door and yelled at his ineffective son.

Seeing such an angry chairman, Zuo Taihe didn't dare to do anything, he could only support Xi Jun who kept falling down, and the two of them swayed together.

Shiliu stood aside and wanted to persuade Xi Xiang, Xi Xiang waved his hand to tell Shiliu not to interfere.

"You must give me a reasonable explanation!"

Holding the empty foreign wine bottle in his hand, Xi Jun looked up at Xi Xiang dazedly, with a disdainful expression on his face.

Zuo Taihe failed to wait for Xi Jun to come back before the start of the board meeting, so he took the documents and acted as Xi Jun's home, speaking on behalf of the president, but this behavior caused a lot of discussion among other board members. After all, someone with sharp eyes saw Xi Jun After running out, and contacting the previous lace news, it is inevitable that the guesses fall on those aspects.Although Zuo Taihe's explanation was that he was suddenly unwell and therefore could not participate in the meeting, it was still not convincing.

Later, after Zuo Taihe had dealt with the board members' difficulties with trepidation, he received a call from the bartender in a bar, saying that he had opened several bottles of foreign wine and drank badly, and asked Zuo Taihe to quickly pick him up.

When Zuo Taihe drove to the bar, he saw Xi Jun lying on the bar counter, drunk and falling asleep.The bartender was standing at the bar, wiping wine glasses.Although Xi Jun had already fallen asleep, he was still holding an opened bottle of foreign wine in his hand.

"I called the recent call records, but no one answered." The bartender thought for a while, "It took me a long time to find your phone number. Hurry up and pick up the person. It's easy to cause trouble if you drink too much."

Zuo Taihe took Xian Jun's credit card without a password and paid for him.

"***, we have to go." Zuo Taihe patted Xi Jun's shoulder lightly, "***, I know you are feeling uncomfortable now, but you have to give the chairman an explanation."

Silently, Xi Jun raised his head, his eyes were barely open, he looked at Zuo Taihe's face, and shook his head slightly, "I don't want to go anywhere, and I don't want to see him."

It is rare for a person to speak clearly when he is drunk.Zuo Taihe could only hold Xi Jun's arm, supporting Xi Jun to let him go quickly.But Xi Jun seemed to be determined, he refused to move half a step, sitting on the chair and refused to get off.

"Xi Jun!" Zuo Taihe was also pissed off by Xi Jun's tantrum, and shouted his name loudly, "What's wrong with you! You can't live without him, can you?"

"I've been your assistant since you started working on Wall Street, and now it's been ten years, ten years!" Zuo Taihe gritted his back teeth and shouted, and the people around the bar also looked sideways at this Two people.

Although dizzy and still not awake, Xi Jun opened his eyes and reluctantly looked at Zuo Taihe, "What?"

"It's just Wen Xiangwu, just someone you can't keep! He's gone, what do you think? Who are you here to show? You think you're so drunk today that you're going to the hospital , you don’t need to continue to be the CEO tomorrow?” Zuo Taihe picked up the empty bottle that Xi Jun drank from the bar and smashed it heavily on the table, “Have you figured out your position yet?”

"I see you are crazy now!"

These words made Xi Jun show a smile of approval, a bright smile, so bright that Zuo Taihe was surprised, "Really? Then I might be crazy!"

"I'm crazy! Yes! I'm crazy!"

Xi Jun gritted his back teeth and said this.

Xi Xiang grabbed Xi Jun's shoulders and pushed him down heavily. Xi Jun's back fell hard against the wall, and he frowned for a moment because of discomfort.But then, Xi Jun showed a sarcastic smile.

"That's it?" Xi Jun grabbed Zuo Taihe's arm twice, and stood up with force, "Is that it?"

"You bastard!" Xi Xiang grabbed the book at hand and threw it at Xi Jun's face, and it really hit Xi Jun's face.

Zuo Taihe panicked, "Chairman! You can't hit someone even if you are angry, fuck is your own son!"

Shiliu, who stood aside and dared not speak out, also came out to defend her son, "Yes, Mr. Xi, no matter how wrong Xiaojun is, he can't really hit the child. The child is already 30 years old!"

Zuo Taihe tried to take off Xi Jun's hand to check the injury, but Xi Jun pushed his hand away, shook his head lightly, and said in a low voice that it was all right.

"Xiao Jun, just speak soft words to your father and beg for mercy. Your father is really angry this time!" Shiliu hurriedly ran to her son, grabbed his arm, and gave such a suggestion.

Xi Jun looked at his incompetent mother silently, without saying a word, and looked up at his father, whose face was flushed with anger, and the expression on his face was even more indifferent.

"Stop fighting?" Xi Jun's mouth smelled of alcohol, but his words were very clear, "Stop hitting?"

"You hit me, what can you do if you hit me?" Xi Jun had a cold smile on his face, "Hit me, drive me away? Then you become the president yourself, just set me free, right?"

"Xiao Wu has been driven away by you, you'd better drive me away too. Then I can go to him. If the two of us who annoy you are away, your life will be happier and happier! What? Like? Is it a good deal?"

Even Pomegranate backed away after hearing this, with a face full of disbelief that her own son could say such a thing.

Xi Jun shook off Zuo Taihe's hand, who had been supporting him, with a mocking look on his face.

"What Xiao Wu said is right. Hypocrisy is extremely extreme! If you don't want me to be with Xiao Wu, you don't have to drive him away. Just tell me and it's over? Pretend to be generous, and then make Xiao Wu You have to leave your hometown and go abroad, this is what you do."

Xi Xiang gave Xi Jun a backhand.

Country S is in the middle of Europe, the weather is not too humid, but very quiet.

Wen Xiangwu got out of bed on time, opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows silently, looked at the gloomy weather outside, and sighed slightly.

When I finished washing and went downstairs, I saw that the landlady had already prepared meals.

"Good morning, Mama Meierli." After Wen Xiangwu said hello, he helped her set the dinner table.

Mei Erli's mother is Wen Xiangwu's landlord in country S. He is about to enter the art college of country S university. Before officially moving into the dormitory, he lives here temporarily.

The landlady is a good-natured old lady. The house was left by her when she lived with her children. Since the children all went abroad to study or work, and the ones who were close were also working in the neighboring province. Come out and live with someone.Wen Xiangwu was the first Chinese student she received.

"Good morning, NOON. Come and have some breakfast, I made some crepes."

Wen Xiangwu walked to the dining table, and Mei Erli's mother cut off a piece and fed it to Wen Xiangwu's mouth with a fork. Wen Xiangwu sighed at the craftsmanship while chewing.

Frankly speaking, apart from the incomparability of different cuisines, Wen Xiangwu seriously felt that the chefs hired by Xi's family in other courtyards were not as skilled as Meierli's mother.The chef in the other courtyard only cooks according to the requirements, but Mei Erli's mother prepares every meal carefully, taking nutrition and vision into account.And seriously, there's a real sense of family in Mama Mellie's meals.

Wen Xiangwu has no family, so he can't say what family is, but he vaguely remembers the dishes his grandma made when he was alive, and the taste is very similar to that of Mei Erli's mother.

"Is it tasty?"

"Yeah! It's delicious!"

Wen Xiangwu had never eaten crepes before, and it was also on the night when he came to Switzerland. The crepes made by Mei Erli's mother were not considered a main meal, but just a little food to fill his stomach before the meal, but Wen Xiangwu was very happy. Love this food.

Meierli's mother was also very happy when she saw Wen Xiangwu enjoying breakfast.

To her, Wen Xiangwu's age is really too young for a son, around 20 years old, thirteen or fourteen years younger than her youngest daughter.If it is counted, it is the eldest daughter's son and his own eldest grandson, so it is reasonable.

Coming from a distant country, personable, looks like a well-educated tutor, very smart, polite, and very cautious in doing things.The most important thing is that he doesn't look like a kid from a rich family who comes to mess around, but he really comes from a very good family.

When the child first started painting on the terrace, he was surprised. How could he paint so exquisitely at this age? If you are doing indoor painting, you should also invite friends to watch it, so that it is not a waste to that extent.Many of the drawings contained in the drawing book were design drafts of jewelry, which surprised Meierli's mother even more.

Although such a request is a bit cheeky, Mei Erli's mother asked for the manuscript left by Wen Xiangwu when he was painting here for indoor painting.

"When I was in college, I would also mail you my new paintings that I thought were beautiful!"

Sitting quietly on the rocking chair and watching Wen Xiangwu draw, Mei Erli's mother showed sadness on her face.It wasn't until Wen Xiangwu stopped writing that he noticed the old lady's expression.

"Ah... I just feel..." Mama Mellie hesitated for a moment, frowning slightly, rubbing the handle of the cup, feeling a little uneasy, "I always feel that you are a sad child, maybe it's not enough time, but there are some things Can't just hold it in my heart, if you want, can you talk to me?"

These words caused the kind smile on Wen Xiangwu's face to stop abruptly. He stared at Mrs. Mellie's face, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to make would be appropriate. Just the right sense of avoidance.

"Ah..." Meierli's mother looked at Wen Xiangwu's embarrassing and stiff expression, and she was unwilling to really force the child to say anything.

After all, they haven't known each other for a long time. If they really forced the child, it would be their own rudeness.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk about it. I just feel that things are always in my heart. You are alone in a foreign country with no one to rely on. You are always lonely."

These words made Wen Xiangwu feel warm and real.He lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and finally threw the brush dipped in paint into the bucket of clear water.Slowly, I began to tell my own story.

"...didn't care about my life or death, just for that damn face."

"...to take me in for my grandfather's sake. It's all a lie. If you keep me, you won't be able to eat much, and you can still be famous."

"They haven't seen me once, and they don't like trouble when dealing with it."

"Because I am afraid that I will delay their heir's affairs, the heir will not tell the other party about me when his depression recovers."

"...Take me as a gauze to protect that little face."