The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

After receiving the small gift from Mother Song, Wen Ci liked it with the naked eye. He no longer used the elegant, high-quality, diamond-crystal textured glass for daily drinking, and drank water every day with a peony flower thermos.

I drink it while reading a book, while watching TV, and during video conferences, like holding some kind of baby.

Wen Ci has never received a gift from his family in his life.

Although Song Yang's mother is not his family, but he likes that lovely aunt, this is also a special gift.

Sometimes Wen Ci couldn't help but go to the plate, propped his head with one hand, put the peony-colored thermos cup in front of his eyes, and looked at it closely, his slender and beautiful fingers pointed on the lid of the cup, pressed it down, and watched the lid bounce Get up, cover the lid again, press down again, and bounce up...

... Song Yang saw this several times, and felt that the awesome big boss suddenly looked like a naive child.

But don't know why.

Maybe it's too rare?

The look of this naive child is so pleasing!

Song Yang couldn't bear to go up and disturb him, just like an old father looking at his young son, lying quietly on the dining table not far away, with his arms resting on his chin, staring straight at his "children", how much Wen Ci can cover that cover Once, how long can the guy stare, his eyes are full of fatherly love (?)

Suddenly, the screen of Wen Ci's mobile phone lit up, and there was a call.

Wen Ci's hand holding the cup lid stopped, and after a while, he answered.

After a while, Lanlan lowered his hand supporting his head and squeezed it into a fist. The laziness and naivety that belonged to children in his eyes disappeared, and he said with a blank expression: "If you really can't stop, Just let them in."

"?" Song Yang woke up quickly, and changed from a dog lying lazily on the dining table to a spirited young man with a straight back, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ci: "Some outsiders came to the door, probably to quarrel. I don't want to see them, try to drive them away, just say I'm uncomfortable."

Wen Ci finished and went back to the bedroom.

With a silent back and lazy steps, Song Yang could feel the sudden boredom in Wen Ci's body, which made people feel distressed for some reason... wanted to coax him.

But not long after, the doorbell in the villa was rang.

With the sound of banging on the door and kicking, the person who came was like a bandit.

Song Yang also heard a woman's voice, vehement and vehement, with gentle words, the young man frowned, and opened the door with a cold face.

There are two people outside the door.

A woman with a loud voice, Song's mother also has a loud voice, but she has never seen such a fierce yelling before, her face is very mean, her thin body is wearing a beautiful middle-aged women's dress, Song Yang is very concerned about the brand of the clothes I don't know anything about it, but the bag in the woman's hand is a bit familiar, it seems to be the same brand as the one Zheng Xiaoyao was holding before.

There is another person who has no sense of existence. Behind the woman is a middle-aged man. He is a little handsome at first glance, but he can't stand careful scrutiny because his temperament is too inferior. He is a lot inferior to the woman in front of him. He squatted down, glanced at Song Yang, then put his pockets to look at his leather shoes on the ground, hung his head and said nothing, as if riding a giant on his head.

It looks like the two are husband and wife.

Sure enough, the woman gave Song Yang a few glances, and shouted: "Who are you, Wen Ci? I'm his mother, I have something to ask him, let him come out!"

Song Yang understood at the time, and put his arm against the door rail, "Which mother are you my boss? My boss' mother has passed away. Did you crawl out of the underworld?"

"..." Yang Shuzhen's eyes widened. She knew that Wen Ci was an arrogant brat, but she didn't expect that even the people under her command were so arrogant, and the boss's mother dared to be so sarcastic?It can be seen how Ye Xiaozi indoctrinates the poor parents who have never been filial to the people around them!

"Get away from me!"

The woman threw a handbag on Song Yang's chest, "Fucking dead, I, as a stepmother, have the obligation to discipline him, at least let him know what brotherly harmony and moral conscience are!

It's all a family, he's developed, so it's fine if we don't care about our parents, we are not people who cling to the rich and powerful, we don't have his humble face to the Qin family, but at least we can't be so unconscionable as a human being Bar?

If it wasn't for the big fan explosion, we wouldn't know that Ayu lost the game because his brother voted for the opponent!Ayu is his younger brother, his own younger brother, let this older brother speak out!come out--"

Song Yang had never fought with a woman before, and this naturally included his aunt. Now that his chest was pounding from the handbag, his face was blackened to the ground, and he couldn't bear to push his aunt out.

...Who knows if it will touch porcelain when it is pushed out?

"The boss is not feeling well, it's inconvenient to see you, don't touch your hands, go back and calm down beforehand, and then talk to our boss."

Song Yang's ideal situation is to rely on his cold face and mighty and domineering bodyguards to block off the attackers like a bunker and let them retreat.

Surprisingly, the bunker is currently in a damaged state, Yang Shuzhen smashed the bag in one hand, and hit Song Yang's dislocated arm...

Song Yang was startled, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

This is a breakthrough to the door. Let the women seize the loopholes, roll around more and more, use both hands and feet, and serve the guy's arm. No matter how hard he tries, the guy can't help but break through the bottom line of Wude and attack this aunt ...

Maybe it counted as Yang Shuzhen's fate, but the sound of a crystal glass falling from a high altitude shattered the demon that rose up in the young man's heart.

Not only did Song Yang stop the claws of the teaching aunt, Yang Shuzhen also stopped slapping the boy, and the two looked in the direction of the smashing sound.

Wen Ci stood leaning on the railing in the high corridor on the third floor, holding a thermos cup in his hand, but his face was as cold as ice and snow.

A crystal cup fell in the middle of the hall. It was not accidentally dropped, but smashed. The glass fragments were shattered into powder, probably because the person who threw it had used too much force.The arc light reflected by the sharp edges of the fragments was as cold as the light in the eyes of the beauty beside the fence, like a stabbing knife.

Wen Ci stared at Yang Shuzhen's face for a moment.

Yang Shuzhen took a step back in shock, pulled Wen Heming, a wimpy man, to her body, and pushed him forward.

"Wen Heming, come on, your son is finally willing to come out to see us, you fucking don't coax me behind my back, why don't you let your eldest son apologize and compensate us Ayu today, don't say that the eldest son doesn't support you, There is no place for you to live in my old lady's house in the future, and don't even think about my son taking care of you! I don't think I care about you, where can you be a worthless wretch!"

Wen Heming shuddered, raised his face to look at Wen Ci, wanted to say something, but lowered his head and said nothing.

It is not wrong for Yang Shuzhen to describe this man as useless.

Song Yang couldn't even imagine that the middle-aged uncle in front of him could give birth to a son like Wen Ci.

"Are your hands okay?" Wen Ci came down from the third floor holding a thermos, and stood beside Song Yang.

Yang Shuzhen kicked Wen Heming, and came up boldly again, "Are you willing to come down? Give me an explanation—oh, hello!"

Yang Shuzhen twisted her face, and stretched her arms in an attempt to pull Wen Ci, but the cold-faced Song Yang held her hand back with her left hand for an instant. After pushing and sending, Yang Shuzhen yelled and threw herself on the door, smashing her face. sound.

This looks like some kind of professional grappling technique, but the guy seems to be doing it casually. After finishing, he moved his right arm and replied softly: "It's okay, I'm your bodyguard. If I can be bullied by a shrew Go, I have no face."

"Then throw them out." Wen Ci glanced at the two of them lightly, "Looking in a bad mood."

Song Yang said "Hey~", twisted and tore Yang Shuzhen from the door and took him out. When he went to catch Wen Heming with the other hand, Wen Heming shuddered and walked out with his head in his arms.

The two were driven outside the iron gate of the garden until the gate was closed, completely isolating the two ugly things in a place where they couldn't get close to them. Wen Ci's dark eyes were like a drowning man breathing a sigh of relief. Slowly, it turns back to a clear light brown.

Holding the water glass in his arms, Wen Ci automatically filtered out the woman's swearing in his ears, and automatically erased the existence of the uncle who was so cowardly that he didn't look like a father in his eyes.

He stood alone in his small garden, and the one-third of an acre of land under his feet was the last piece of pure land he built for himself.

He hopes that the other party can learn to draw a clear line, just like driving him out of the house when he was a child and yelling at him, "If you leave this door, don't come back again", he built his own little paradise, and hopes that the other party will always Don't come in again.

Wen Ci: "Since I was two years old, you have not regarded me as a son. To be fair, you have not regarded you as my parents since the year I left home to live and study in the third year of junior high school. Of course, Wen Yu is not the same. my brother.

In the "Sounds of Nature" competition, I just used a fairer method to let the child who should have won the championship. What does Wen Yu's defeat have to do with me? "

Yang Shuzhen blushed with anger, and couldn't do anything to the little bastard in front of her.

Ever since the bastard hooked up with a wealthy family, he has always looked like a phoenix, flying around their heads without even looking at them?

Fuck it, take off the shell of a wealthy fiancee, who the hell isn't a sparrow?If you have the ability to really climb to the sky by your own ability, what kind of joke is it to rely on a man!

Yang Shuzhen gritted her teeth and scolded: "You are just unbalanced in your heart. Since I was a child, I never saw that my son has a mother who loves him and a father who loves him. Now that he is prosperous, he beats his fingers with conscience!

I think that Ayu has been kind to you since she was a child, right?My brother called you every mouthful, and you ran away from home to live in school, and he even brought you meals several times; you always slandered him for doing something bad, and you didn’t see him throwing a face at you; He also told us several times to bring you back.

But you, have you ever been grateful?Ayu is not as ambitious as you. To become a wealthy family and become a boss, he has practiced the piano all his life, likes to sing and sing, and wants to be a shining little artist, earn more money, and honor us two old people.That's it, you'll be jealous too! "

Very angry, Yang Shuzhen sneered twice, "Sure enough, it's something that climbs the bed, I don't know how precious other people's efforts are.

Still licking his face and saying that he used fair means?You are the beneficiary behind that child named Feng Shengxia, you are a fart fair method, and you have the ability to let him compete with my son on the stage in a fair manner! "

Wen Ci said nothing.

Every time the woman pointed her nose and cursed, to Wen Ci's ears, it sounded like she was mocking Wen Yu.

It sounds so festive to hear the warm words.

Even couldn't help laughing a bit.

Yang Shuzhen was taken aback, and spat at him cursingly, "Little lunatic!"

The festive woman seemed to have finished telling her festive story. She turned her head to Song Yang who locked the door and said: "Go in, don't bother with them, it's just a place where you shouldn't be here for poor parents. Poor son, scold me a few words to get angry, if you scold me enough, you will go away, if you scold me not enough..."

Wen Ci smiled, "Then I'm afraid they will spend their entire lives cursing and cursing in the future."

The meaning of these words seemed to be unclear, but when Yang Shuzhen heard it, her scalp felt cold for no reason, and she threw herself on the wrought iron gate with a contorted face and yelled.

"Wenci, little bastard, bastard, what do you mean—? You don't plan to do anything to Ayu in the future, do you? Are you really a human being? You have lived such a good life, so you can't tolerate others A way to survive? Believe it or not, you have to die? You are not allowed to touch Ayu anymore!"

"Warm words—"

"Warm words—!"

"Did you fucking hear that?!" Yang Shuzhen picked up a stone by the side of the flower bed, without thinking, threw it forward forcefully, the stone passed through the hollow gap of the wrought iron gate, and hit the back of the head of Wen Ci who was walking away past.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to this aunt, who triggered the [blackening value] of our Song guy

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30 bottles of Ajiu, 2 bottles of Langlang Nail is a beautiful love, 10 bottles of melon eaters, 30 bottles of Utopia, the author cries and stuffs (you are a devil, I am still a child) 2 bottles, Joan 1 bottle