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

Wen Zong and Wen Huahui stayed in the hospital for two days. After the doctor confirmed that there was no problem, Tan Jingyao helped them to be discharged from the hospital.

On the way back, Tan Jingyao drove the car himself, and when going to the nursing home, Wen Zong suddenly changed his mind.

"Grandpa, do you want to go back and live with me?" Wen Zong finished speaking, afraid that the other party might misunderstand, he added, "I mean...my mother's house."

Wen Huahui knew that Wen Zong's thoughts were nothing more than fearing that something would happen to him in the nursing home, but he didn't want to disturb the life of the younger generation: "No, the nursing home is pretty good."

Wen Zong frowned slightly, not quite agreeing: "Go live with me, I don't see you a few times a week in the nursing home, I'm really worried."

Tan Jingyao rarely chimed in: "I can help you move things."

Wen Zong glanced at him gratefully, and continued to persuade Wen Huahui.

In the end, Wen Huahui was still moved.He has lived in the nursing home for too long. Although old friends come to visit him, grandsons often come, and people take care of food and drink, but the nursing home is definitely not as good as home.

"OK then."

With Wen Huahui's approval, Wen Zong finally swept away the gloom of the past few days and put on a smile.

Tan Jingyao helped them pack their things together, and then sent them all the way to Wen Zong's current living place.

Wen Huahui doesn't have many things, except for a few books and clothes that he often reads, a sword is the heaviest.

This sword is an heirloom handed down from generation to generation by the Wen family ancestors. It is said to be the sword of the ancestors in ancient times. It was appraised by an appraiser before. It is invaluable. There are also many antique collectors who want to buy it from him. Wen Huahui has never touched it for sale. thought.

Wen Zong temporarily made room for Wen Huahui in Wen Huahui's room on the second floor, and planned to renovate the corridor on the second floor in the future before placing it outside.

Because Tan Jingyao had helped them too much in the past two days, Wen Zong politely asked him to stay and planned to treat him to a meal.

It just so happened that Jin Liangce also came back from other places, and he went straight to Wen Zong's side in a travel-stained manner.

"I heard Cong Cong is going to cook?" Jin Liangce looked for Wen Zong with a smile as soon as he entered the door.

Hearing the voice, Wen Zong poked his head out from the kitchen, and said in embarrassment: "Well, but it might not be that delicious."

"As long as there is something to eat, hahaha." Jin Liangce was overjoyed, "Where's old man Wen?"

"Grandpa is upstairs in the study." Wen Zong replied obediently.

"Then I'll go up and have a look." After Jin Liangce finished speaking, he walked upstairs with a cane.

Aunt Yao was worried, so she followed her all the way and took him upstairs before giving up.

In the kitchen, Wen Zong looked at the ingredients on the table, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Originally, he was going to cook in person, not only to celebrate himself and his grandfather being discharged from the hospital, but also to thank Tan Jingyao for his help, but the other party took the initiative to enter the kitchen.

At the beginning, he said to help, but now after 10 minutes, Tan Jingyao has become the one in charge.

"Brother Jing Yao, let me do it." Wen Zong stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the spoon again.

However, Tan Jingyao was indifferent: "You have just been discharged from the hospital, rest, I will be fine soon."

Seeing him busy, Wen Zong blushed a little: "Then I...then I'll help you chop the vegetables."

Fortunately, the carrots and potatoes hadn't been cut yet, so Wen Zong quickly found something to do for himself.

He is good at cooking. He used to live alone, so he learned to cook without knowing it.So far, I haven't entered the kitchen to prepare a big meal. At this time, the movements are a little rusty, but they are still very meticulous.

The potatoes with spots and bumps on the surface are peeled warmly like a work of art. After cutting, the potatoes are sliced ​​with uniform thickness.

Tan Jingyao saw it and asked, "The potatoes are cut well, do you often cook them?"

"No, it's been a long time since I cooked anything myself." Wen Zong was a little overwhelmed by the praise.

"En." Tan Jingyao responded, and continued to focus on the stir-fry in his hand.

Wen Zong fiddled with the potatoes and carrots, stared at Tan Jingyao's skillful action of tossing the pot, and praised back as if he was a business bragging: "Brother Jingyao, you seem to be very good at cooking."

"A few years ago when I was studying abroad, I lived alone." Tan Jingyao explained, "If you eat too much Western food, you will get tired."

"really."

The two of them worked silently for nearly an hour, Wen Zong was holding the soup bowl in heat-insulated gloves: "I'll take it out first."

"Well, this side will be ready soon." Tan Jingyao stirred the stewed curry in the pot, and it will be ready soon.

"it is good."

In the study on the second floor, Wen Huahui sat at the table, and the materials that Jin Liangce gave him were spread out in front of him.

Jin Liangce took a sip of the hot oolong tea and said, "What should I say now?"

"I didn't want to tell Congcong, but he saw it." Wen Huahui rubbed his brows, "The water is too deep for Zhengya."

"What's more, after so many years, she has already been cremated. It is impossible to dig out the evidence of Li Donghui's medication." Jin Liangce breathed a sigh of relief, "But you have to know, you ran three times for this matter." It has been several years before we discovered such clues. We are already old, and there are not many three years to go on.”

"...I know all of this." Wen Huahui coughed twice, "I don't worry, it was because of my negligence that Zhengya...now I can't let Cong take this risk anymore."

"But you told him everything, don't you still hope that he can be the leader?" Jin Liangce stood up angrily, and his crutches made a "dongdong" sound on the soft carpeted floor.

"He's a 20-year-old, too, not that puny kid anymore."

"And do you really want to watch Li Donghui continue to be so rampant? That's a murderer!"

"You must know that she doesn't just want to kill Xiao Yao! Cong Cong is Xiao Yao's child!"

"Also, when did you, old man, Wen Huahui, become so anxious? I never saw you so frightened when I went to the battlefield. Why don't you just wait for a woman to overthrow your Wen family?" Jin Liangce would say when he lost his temper. non-stop.

Wen Huahui is often at a disadvantage at such times.

"Based on the friendship between your family and my family, the big deal is to let my brat help you. Although my brat keeps a straight face every day, he has a good brain. No one can play with him. Be careful."

Jin Liangce thought about it, and then said: "You don't need to tell that brat too much, borrowing some manpower and material resources is a matter of minutes, I don't want to wait until I have stepped into the coffin, that woman Li Donghui hasn't been arrested yet stand up!"

Wen Huahui's hand next to his side slowly clenched into a fist. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Although I won...the match for Xiaoyao back then, I still lost after so many years."

Lost a life, lost a son, and lost the precarious family relationship of the Wen family for so many years.

Jin Liangce waved his hand: "Old man, you really don't know which pot to open and which pot to pick up. If I really want to connect Xiao Yao with the brat's father, how can it be your turn?"

After the words fell, the two old men looked at each other and laughed in unison.

"However, to be honest, this guy Wen Junchen... is either out of his mind, or something has fallen into Li Donghui's hands, otherwise he can just leave his son alone." Jin Liang moved his mouth, "Anyway, you have already driven him out. Now that Wen’s home, I’ll think he’s out of his mind!”

Wen Huahui pursed his lips, and said after a long time: "I will check his matter again, but no matter what the result is, he has stepped on countless mistakes and cannot recover."

At the dining table, Wen Zong looked at the table full of dishes, took a photo on a whim, and subconsciously sent it to the "richest man".

Tan Jingyao, who was serving curry in the kitchen, felt the vibration of his mobile phone, changed the soup spoon to his left hand, and took out his mobile phone to take a look.

[From]: [Image]

[Cong Cong]: We have guests at home today!Feast!

Tan Jingyao put down his spoon and replied the message in a good mood.

[yao]: Very rich.

[yao]: [like]

[Cong Cong]: There are a lot of things at home recently, let's celebrate with something good.

[Cong Cong]: What do you have for lunch?

[yao]: I also eat big meals.

[Cong Cong]: Wow, you are not socializing outside, are you?

[yao]: To be a guest at a friend's house.

[Cong Cong]: What a coincidence!I am inviting friends to dinner today! [Ha ha]

[yao]: Well, it’s a coincidence.

[Cong Cong]: It's almost time. I'll go see if the curry is ready.

[Cong Cong]: I originally invited someone to come as a guest, but in the end I let him cook. I'm so embarrassed.

[yao]: Go ahead.

After Tan Jingyao finished sending, he quickly put away his phone and continued to pretend that nothing happened.

As expected, Wen Zong pushed the door open and came in after a while: "Brother Jing Yao, do you want to help?"

"No, it's ready." Tan Jingyao finished the last spoonful of curry, "Go and call Grandpa and Mr. Wen."

"Okay." Wen Zong was very obedient, turned around and ran to call someone.

A few minutes later, the two families sat down around the dining table lively, and at Wen Zong's insistence, they added more bowls and chopsticks to Aunt Yao.

However, Aunt Yao still felt that there was a difference between master and slave, so she put away the bowls and chopsticks after eating early, and went to the kitchen to prepare afternoon snacks.

Because they were still eating, even though Wen Huahui and Jin Liangce pretended to have something in their hearts, they didn't say it out, for fear of affecting their appetite.After eating, Wen Huahui called Wen Zong to the study alone.

"After I chatted with your Grandpa Jin today, I want to confirm your thoughts with you." Wen Huahui didn't intend to beat around the bush, as Jin Liangce said, Wen Zong has grown up.

Wen Zong knew what Wen Huahui was referring to, so he faced the question directly: "I want to investigate the matter of my mother and Li Donghui. If she is really the murderer, I will let her be executed."

"Any plans?"

"Find out the background and the relationship between her and my mother." Wen Zong knew that what he said was not convincing, "Although this sounds like empty talk, Grandpa, I will not do things that I am not sure about, nor will I Lose your cool."

"I am a writer of crime novels. I never thought that this kind of thing would happen to me. From the past to now, I am a creator. From now on, I don't want to be just a creator, I also want to be a breaker , the truth will always surface one day.”

Wen Huahui's eyes were warmed by Wen Zong's words. After a long time, he choked up and said, "Even if this may send your father to jail together?"

"Grandpa, you have already made a choice, and I can do it too." Wen Zong didn't have any feelings for Yuanchen's father, let alone the other party was a hidden criminal.

"Okay." Wen Huahui was very pleased, "Come in."

Wen Zong was stunned, turned around and saw Jin Liangce and Tan Jingyao pushing the door and walking in together.

"From now on, Grandpa Jin didn't intend to eavesdrop on purpose, but this matter... I have investigated with old man Wen early on, and I can be regarded as an intruder. Old man Wen and I are best friends. Please allow this kind of thing Let's do our part." Jin Liangce is very sincere, "Your grandfather knows your temperament and is afraid that you will suffer, so..."

"I'll help you." Tan Jingyao didn't want to ask any more questions, but he wanted to help.

Wen Zong opened his mouth, and smiled lightly as if relieved.

This was not the world he lived in, and he shouldn't be responsible for it, but as Grandpa Jin said, he is also an intruder, and he must bear and shoulder this responsibility.

He didn't feel offended when someone was willing to come out and share the burden of having to bear it on him, an unexpected entrant, but a sense of relief that he wasn't going to be alone.

really good.

The author has something to say: Tan Jingyao: Defeat criminals with Cong Cong!

Wen Zong (laughing): You are so stupid.

Tan Jingyao: Brain melon seeds are the best!

感谢在2021-04-1320:58:00~2021-04-1420:59:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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