must divorce

"my son."

Sheng He's tone was flat, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation on his face, as if it was something that couldn't be more ordinary.

But the heads of the two bosses in front of them were blank, and their bodies were stunned.

Sheng He ignored them, and passed between the two of them on his own.

Wen Luo looked curiously at the ashen faces of the two, and smiled slightly.

After walking a few steps, Wen Luo could still hear the intermittent voices of the two behind him.

"Hasn't Boss Sheng been childless all his life? Why did he suddenly have such a big son?"

"Who knows... I've never seen this before..."

"Probably some kind of illegitimate child..."

The intermittent voice reached Wen Luo's ears, and the latter snorted coldly in disdain.

It turns out that in the eyes of these people, he is just the illegitimate son of Sheng He's romantic night...

"You care?" Sheng He squinted at him.

"No." Wen Luo replied lightly.

Sheng He turned his face stiffly: "If you care about it, don't hold back, you can take two plates of cake and wine on their heads."

Wen Luo's eyes flickered twice: "No, spoil the atmosphere."

"Master, here is the list of gifts for the guests." The butler handed over a booklet, and pointed to a place where a pile of gift boxes were placed not far away.

Wen Luo glanced lightly, there were generally some famous watches and jades, and some big-name ones actually gave away villas in prime locations, or priceless luxury yachts, or even jewelry designs from famous masters abroad, and so on. The gifts are endless.

Wen Luo was shocked again in his heart, and couldn't help wondering what this Shenghe did, why even the gifts sent by the guests were priceless things, and more importantly, he was so disdainful The expression of Gu Gu...seems to regard money as dung...

"Is there anything you like?" Sheng He glanced at the mountain of gifts, then turned to look at Wen Luo.

"Ah? Me?" Wen Luo pointed to himself, then laughed.

These are all priceless things, and if you sell any of them, you will be a millionaire. If you say you don’t want them, you’d be lying, but saying you want them would be a little too reserved.

"I'll send these things to the young master's room later." Sheng He looked them over, ordered a few priceless jade and diamond watches on the list, and then fished out a few car keys from the table. After a long while, he shook his head and threw it back.

Wen Luo suddenly felt that his heart was bleeding. He seemed to have seen the act of throwing money, and silently added in his heart: Can't you be gentle?It's all money?

"Although these cars are new products released recently, they are too ostentatious and the material is not very good. If you want, just drive the Porsche in my garage."

Yu Luo, as if afraid of Wen Luo's dislike, Sheng He added: "After modification, the performance is much better than that of ordinary sports cars, and the bulletproof performance is also good."

Wen Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, it sounds weird to do so many safety features.

"Let's go."

As Sheng He spoke, he immediately pulled Wen Luo to the chairman's seat, while taking the microphone handed over by the housekeeper.

"I'm very glad that you all came to Sheng's birthday party..."

It was still some cold polite words, Wen Luo stood aside and leaned on the chair, one after another, he glanced at the people who raised their necks and looked at Shenghe...

Sheng He talked for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Luo over, and said to the people below with no expression on his face: "By the way, I want to introduce to you, this is Sheng's son, Sheng Luo is also my future successor, Sheng He."

Wen Luo turned his head to look at him in surprise, pursed his lips and said nothing, but a faint anger could already be seen between his brows.

The crowd below was stunned, and they were whispering for a moment of shock, but no one dared to ask Sheng He directly, they just silently wondered in their hearts.

"Of course, if you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me directly. I don't like people lying behind my back."

After Sheng He finished speaking, he dragged Wen Luo down, sat on the chairman's seat and listened expressionlessly to the intermittent whispers of the surrounding crowd.

Wen Luo looked at him very annoyed, held back for a long time but still couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say you wouldn't force me to change my name?"

Sheng He took a sip of the wine and said lightly: "You can indeed decide not to change your name on the ID card, but you are still Sheng Luo to the outside world, and this has to do with the face of the Sheng family."

Wen Luo was furious, and slapped the table, causing the people at the same table to turn their heads frequently, with astonishment on their faces.

"Does it mean that nothing is important to you except the face of the Sheng family?"

Sheng He said flatly: "I just don't want everyone to rush to ask me why my son's surname is not Sheng, but Wen."

"Then you should ask yourself, why did you go there 20 years ago!" Wen Luo clenched his fists and left the table angrily for a while.

He is not a willful person, but he can't control his emotions in front of his father who abandoned him 20 years ago.

The housekeeper who stood aside laughed dryly, and said, "The young master must be in a hurry to go to the toilet."

Wen Luo turned around and left the table to stand on the balcony for a few seconds. When he calmed down, he returned to his seat with a glass of red wine indifferently.

Sheng He was talking to a bald man next to him. Seeing Wen Luo came back, he pushed the plate of lobster in front of Wen Luo calmly, then turned his head and continued to talk with the man on the right.

Wen Luo's heart softened inexplicably, and his face relaxed a lot. He spread his hands and picked the shrimp shell silently. After a long while, he quietly threw a shrimp meat into Shenghe's bowl.

Sheng He turned his head and glanced at him, still didn't say much on his face, but fortunately Wen Luo had gotten used to his character, and didn't care about the shrimp in his mouth silently.

"Boss Sheng, a few days ago I spent 200 million yuan to get a piece of porcelain from the Qing Dynasty, but there has been a lot of controversy, so please take a look."

The bald uncle smiled and pushed a wooden box in front of Sheng He.

Sheng He raised his eyes and took a look, opened the wooden box and took out the bright and smooth porcelain. Although it was well cared for and preserved, he could still see some sense of age from it.

Wen Luo lowered his head and looked at the two curiously.

Sheng He silently looked at it for a while, weighed it in his hand, and then put the white jade porcelain back, with an indifferent expression: "Suet white jade, the color is flawless, the bowl wall is thin and transparent, it does not seem to be artificially forged, look at the color and texture. , It is indeed from the Qing Dynasty, it can be worth about 600 million yuan, and the business owner is not at a loss."

"Then I would like to thank Boss Sheng. If Boss Sheng says it's not a loss, then it must be no loss."

The bald uncle was obviously very happy, and immediately handed over the treasure box to the bodyguard to take it down, and expressed his thanks to Sheng He again and again.

Wen Luo stared straight at his eyes. When he heard the valuation from the two just now, he was a little confused. He didn't expect such a small antique to be worth so much money, and why did this person trust Sheng He so much? Shouldn't you find a professional appraiser to appraise it?

Sheng He nodded lightly, took a sip of the hot soup, as if the incident just now hadn't caused the slightest disturbance to him.

Wen Luo became even more curious, and the driver behind Sheng He, Xiao Chen, hooked his fingers, leaned down and asked, "What exactly does Sheng He do?"

Xiao Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at Sheng Hedao: "Master, it's not good for you to call the master by his name so directly, it stands to reason that you should call him father..."

"Stop talking nonsense, if you talk too much I'll beat you up and call me dad!" Wen Luo rolled his eyes and gave him a vicious stare.

Xiao Chen was so frightened that his eyes widened again, and after a while he took a deep breath and said, "Master is the most reputable antique dealer in C City."

"Gu Gu Gu...Antique...Seller!" Wen Luo gasped, no wonder Sheng He was so rich, so it wasn't surprising at all.

Wait, are those in his house... actually... all antiques?

Wen Luo carefully paid attention to the cups he usually drank, the bowls he used for eating, the vases on the bed cabinet, the porcelain plates on the bookshelves...

It turns out that he has been surrounded by money without knowing it. This feeling is really... really indescribable...

Wen Luo glanced at Sheng He secretly, and saw that he was eating the cold shrimp in the bowl with chopsticks, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Xiao Chen, how long have you been following Mr. Sheng?"

Xiao Chen bent down and said, "It's been five years."

Wen Luo said: "Then do you know when he started collecting antiques? What did he do before that?"

"I don't know, the master just likes to collect some antiques, and then he opened several auction houses in various cities. The antiques that the master appraised have never been wrong, so they have always been famous in the circle. What, I don't know..."

Xiao Chen replied honestly.

Wen Luo waved his hand, indicating that he knew, and then glanced at Sheng He curiously.

The banquet lasted for a long time, Wen Luo sat on the stool bored for a long time, finally wiped his hands and got up.

Sheng He immediately gave him a look.

Wen Luo said with a dry smile, "I'm going to the toilet."

Sheng He waved to Xiao Chen, "Go with the young master."

Wen Luo's eyes widened, just about to get angry, but when he thought that this situation is really not good enough to save him face, he kicked the stool angrily and turned away

Sheng He's way of monitoring him for fear that he would run away is simply irritating.

Xiao Chen silently followed behind Wen Luo.

It wasn't until he got to the bathroom that Wen Luo turned his head and stared at him: "Do you still want to go in and help me pee?"

Xiao Chen took a step back in embarrassment: "Master, I'll wait for you at the door."