After wearing the book, the richest man became my diehard fan

Wen Zong's re-entry exam results were released on the publicity corridor of the law school the following week. The full score of the four professional courses and two basic courses was 599. He scored [-] in the exam, which is roughly equal to the full score of all subjects.

Along with the grades, it was sent to his mobile phone, and there was also a notice to resume school.

On the school forum of Huayao University, because of Wen Zong's unbelievable results, there was a lot of trouble for a while.

Topic: So the legend of the walk is still alive

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There is nothing to say, just awesome b.

1l: This result... I couldn't get it, so I'll leave.

2l: Was Wen Zong's grades so good?

13L: Who gave the brainwashing package before, saying that he bought the guarantee?

65L: I can't blame everyone for spreading rumors. He hasn't taken the exam well since he entered the freshman year, and he has been on the way of getting sick all the time.

98l: I'm heartbroken...

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In addition to this, there are many discussions about when Wen Zong will officially return to school, and blind guesses about what Wen Zong has done at home this year. Various posts emerge one after another, but none of them are as good as the people in Yaozong CP Building. "Whimsical".

2980L: Seriously, after Wen Zong returns to school, will Tan Jingyao come with him?

3000l: The husband sings and the husband follows?

3021l: I can.

3217L: The richest man can't be so idle, right?But I think he would be so idle for the sake of being gentle (no

3398l: I bet a pack of spicy strips, the richest man will come here often.

3472l: Bet on two packs of spicy noodles!

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The posts are lively and lively, and the parties are peaceful at home.

Because I don’t report to school until May NO.15, Wen Zong spends the past few days at home reading manuscripts and sorting out materials with peace of mind, working hard to save manuscripts in the afternoon, and even going out for a stroll at night, which is extremely efficient and not tiring at all.

On weekends, he even rode his bicycle to visit Wen Huahui in a nursing home.

The weather has been getting warmer recently, coupled with the fact that it has been sunny, Wen Huahui's legs don't ache as often as before.

Wen Zong had learned some massage skills from Aunt Yao, and it happened to bring him to Wen Huahui to show his filial piety.

"Grandpa, how's your strength? Is it too heavy?" Wen Zong didn't have much idea about the strength of his hands, but his body was very fragile in his inherent impression, so the strength of his hands shouldn't be too strong. So he tried his best to massage Wen Huahui.

"Your hands are a bit weak." Wen Huahui endured pain, he suffered countless hardships when he was a soldier, and Wen Zong's strength was no different from a kitten's tickle in his eyes.

Wen Zong let out an "ah", let go of his hand and looked, his fingers were red from excessive force, he asked uncertainly: "Is the force really small?"

Wen Huahui felt sorry for his grandson, caught a glimpse of his red hands, and comforted him: "It's okay, we can make do with it."

Wen Zong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Forget it, Grandpa, you better stop comforting me, I'll plug in the massager for you."

Although he felt a little lost in his heart, it would be better to rely on the massager instead of trying his best to get no results. Holding the massager could be regarded as giving Wen Huahui a massage.

Wen Huahui's face was full of kindness: "I'll do it myself, don't make a fuss, just sit and rest for a while."

Wen Zong didn't want to, he just helped Wen Huahui to do it well, and finally let go after seeing the other party's movements skillfully operated by himself.

In the nursing home, the grandfather and grandson usually can't always chat for hours. Sometimes they play chess, and sometimes they read books with their hands in their hands.Wen Huahui likes to read books on military and politics, while Wen Zong reads about suspenseful cases.

Wen Huahui knew that Wen Zong was writing a novel, and saw that he had read another reasoning book that was different from the last time he came here, so he took the initiative to ask: "The last time I finished reading the book so quickly?

"Fortunately, I have been reading it for five days, and I made some notes in the middle." Wen Zong said, and praised the book in his hand, "I think this book is better than the previous one, the plot is attractive, and the reasoning is also standing. Hold your feet."

"I love watching these so much, it's a pity that I didn't become a criminal police officer."

"It's different. I'm talking about it on paper, but I'm definitely at the bottom of the rope when it comes to practical operation." Wen Zong is well aware that there is an insurmountable gap between writing and actually solving a case.

He feels that non-documentary crime-solving literature tends infinitely to reality but is not equal to reality. To put it nicely, these cases are actually perfect cases that the author imagined can form a closed loop, but are not realistic.

Every case in real life will have various variables, and as an ordinary creator, he cannot restore all possible variables, he can only restore as much as possible.Sometimes even in order to complete the description of a closed-loop case, he can only selectively discard some variables. He thinks this is what everyone commonly calls a BUG.

Wen Huahui simply thinks that he can write these things, and his grandson is already very good: "How is your writing performance now? Will you consider doing this kind of work all the time in the future?"

Wen Zong was stunned for a moment by the question, and after a while, he shook his head: "I haven't made up my mind yet, but if possible, I will actively strive to make writing a lifelong goal."

"Ambition!" Wen Huahui praised him excitedly.

The other party's voice was not low, Wen Zong was taken aback, and came to his senses belatedly, the grandfather and grandson looked at each other and smiled.

"Grandpa, sit down first, I'll wash you some fruit." When he came here today, he specially bought pears, which are juicy and tender, and should be very sweet.

Wen Zong was busy every time he came, and Wen Huahui didn't stop him. Seeing his grandson's filial piety, he was very upset.

However, after Wen Zong went out for a while, when Wen Huahui was reading a book and massaging, the door of the room was pushed open again.

At first, he thought that Wen Zong forgot something and came back.

"Why did you come back suddenly?" Wen Huahui raised his head, and when he saw that it was Wen Junchen, his face immediately turned cold, "Why are you here?"

"Dad, I'll come...to see you." Wen Junchen made a very filial look.

Wen Huahui didn't believe him: "If you really wanted to, would you just let me move to a nursing home three years ago? I'm afraid you can count the number of times you have come here in the past three years with one hand?"

Wen Junchen's face was flushed by what he said, and it took him a long time to move his feet, move a chair and sit by the bed: "I have something to tell you."

Wen Huahui didn't answer, and Wen Junchen immediately took the time to continue: "Can you lend me the funds I gave you earlier?"

"What do you want that money for?" Wen Huahui showed concern.

"It's just... the company's funds are a bit tight, and it needs some liquidity to adjust." Wen Junchen refused to say clearly.

Wen Huahui used to be a soldier. Although he didn't know how to do business, seeing Wen Junchen's faltering, he always felt that things were not as simple as he said.

Moreover, the money that Wen Junchen mentioned was given to him when Wen Junchen just made his first pot of gold many years ago, saying that he wanted to be filial to him and gave it to him.I really haven't been willing to use it for so many years, and it has always been there. Now that Wen Junchen says he wants it, he will not refuse to give it, but he doesn't want to give it.

"Tell the truth, otherwise you won't get it." Wen Huahui has a tough temper and always sticks to his principles in some matters.

Wen Junchen's face became a little ugly, and he said after a long while: "I have set up a fund pool plan with a few brother companies, and I can't get it out after I invest in it."

Wen Huahui didn't understand, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Where did the brother company come from? Is there anyone who can be a brother in business?"

Wen Junchen was left speechless by the question, and it took a long time before he said: "It was introduced by Donghui. The marketing department did a research to confirm that there is no problem before we dare to cooperate."

Hearing Li Donghui's name, Wen Huahui's face immediately changed: "You were tricked by that woman, now come to me for patching?"

"...Dad, can you stop saying that all the time?" Wen Junchen frowned, feeling gradually dissatisfied in his heart, "We have indeed done research, they are all regular companies, and they know everything, otherwise would I cooperate with them? "

Wen Huahui didn't raise his head: "Go out."

"Dad!" Wen Junchen was in a hurry, "I'm just an emergency about the money. I'll do the circulation, and I'll get it back when I use it up."

"Did you talk about money and that woman when you came to my place?" Wen Huahui sneered, "I think my dog ​​is more useful than you."

Wen Junchen's face was flushed by the scolding, but in order to get the money, he couldn't refute for a while.

"Wen Junchen, it's been so many years. Feel your conscience and ask, are you worthy of Zhengya? I, Wen Huahui, have never taught you the principles of being ungrateful and ungrateful." Wen Huahui's face was full of sadness, "If you weren't Zhengya back then, what did you do? neither."

"I'll give you the money. From now on, I'll treat you as if I never gave birth to your son, and you don't need to come to me anymore." Wen Huahui threw the passbook from the drawer in front of Wen Junchen, "Get out."

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about?!" Wen Junchen's face was full of disbelief.

"Get out!" Wen Huahui turned up his volume, blushing.

When Wen Zong walked to the door with the cut pears in hand, he heard this cry, and hurriedly opened the door and rushed in.After noticing Wen Huahui's expression and Wen Junchen's existence, he almost subconsciously rushed between the two, his eyebrows and eyes were sharper than ever.

"Who told you to come? Get out."

Wen Junchen never expected that his autistic and dull son would talk to him like this, and he was dumbfounded for a while.

Without further ado, Wen Zong pressed the call bell, and soon after, the nurse rushed in and dragged Wen Junchen out.

Wen Junchen shouted "What are you doing?" while pointing at Wen Zong from a distance: "You unfilial son! I haven't settled with you for your sister running away from home!"

This is a formal nursing home. Wen Huahui, as a senior general of Huaguo who retired due to injury, is highly valued here. After Wen Junchen was kicked out, he didn't dare to act too wildly, so he could only leave cursing.

Wen Zong turned around in a hurry, touched Wen Huahui's forehead to make sure that the other person didn't have a fever, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa, lie down for a while, your face is too red."

"I'm fine..." Wen Huahui sighed, and asked, "What's wrong with Shanshan's child?"

"When it comes to dating, I've met her boyfriend, he is a very good person." Wen Zong is not worried that Wen Huahui doesn't believe him, "Li Donghui disagrees, Shanshan moved out, don't worry, her boyfriend uses his scholarship bought a house."

As for Wen Junchen's open-mouthed statement that Wen Shan left Wen's house and wanted to settle accounts with Wen Zong, it was probably bewitched by Li Donghui.

"That's good, that's good, I don't worry about what you said." Wen Huahui smiled lightly, and slowly raised his hand to hold Wen Zong's hand, "Cong Cong, your mother's matter... I'm sorry for you... ..."

"Grandpa, you didn't do anything wrong, so..." Wen Zong held Wen Huahui's hand, before he could finish a sentence, he suddenly found the old man lying quietly on the bed, unconscious.

His mind was suddenly occupied by the scene of his grandfather's death before he passed through the book, Wen Zong's face was full of panic, and his hands were shaking unbelievably: "Grandpa, grandpa? Grandpa?"

The nurse who just came back noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "I'll call the doctor! Don't worry, Mr. Wen!"

The nurse rushed out all the way, bumped into a person, covered his head, and heard a cold voice asking a question.

"What happened?" Tan Jingyao came to the nursing home today to deliver a document for his grandfather on errands.Because the documents involved confidentiality, Jin Liangce happened to go to another place to do business, and he was worried about letting other people come, so the other party instructed him to come.

As a result, as soon as he arrived outside the nursing home, he saw Wen Junchen driving away cursing, and he always felt uneasy.

"Wen, Mr. Wen..." The nurse panicked, pointing to the room and stammering.

"Go and call the doctor!" Tan Jingyao gave the order calmly while dialing 120.

The nurse ran away quickly, Tan Jingyao walked quickly to the bed, quickly put Wen Huahui into a lying position, and unbuttoned his neckline, making sure that Wen Huahui was breathing smoothly, it should be just a temporary syncope caused by high blood pressure, hugged him Wen Zong squatted on the edge of the bed.

"It's okay, it's okay, listen, listen."

Wen Zong leaned against Tan Jingyao's arms, his face was pale, and he was out of breath from crying.

Tan Jingyao's heart was pierced, as if someone had cut him. The wound was not big, but it hurt.

After a long time, he patted Wen Zong on the back: "Trust me, it's fine."

The author has something to say: Tan Jingyao (holding Wen Zong): He doesn't want to talk today, there is no small theater anymore.

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感谢在2021-04-1123:21:44~2021-04-1216:43:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 3 pieces of Lanweilan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!