The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

If someone gives you a bag of money, you can shirk it, that is high morals; if someone gives you a gun, and you try to shirk it, it is not knowing how to be polite...

Xie Yan struggled for a few seconds, and finally accepted the pistol according to her heart and put it in her pocket.

Anyway, given the family background of the Wen family, it's just a gun, isn't it very common?

So... is his family's main business really just business?

"What are you thinking?" Wen Heng was already sitting on the sofa opposite Xie Yan.

"Nothing." Xie Yan shook her head quickly.

Could it be that I was thinking about whether your family has any side jobs with fast money behind the scenes?Xie Yan rubbed his neck, he would probably be thrown out from the window on the third floor by Wen Heng.

This Second Young Master Wen, don't take a look at the gentleman in the past, he is absolutely dark in his bones!

Fortunately, Wen Heng didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at Xie Yan, smiled inexplicably, took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, and took a foreign book at hand after sitting down.

White knitted sweater, jeans, black boots, slender legs folded forward, one elbow resting on the armrest of the dark red velvet sofa, the body leans casually, looking very casual, just like a well-painted oil painting , pleasing to the eye.

Xie Yan couldn't find anything to do, her eyes looked around the room, and she locked on the last piece of cake in the cake plate on the table.

It's a waste to keep one, so let's eat together.

Xie Yan made an excuse for herself, but before he reached out to grab it, another big hand with well-defined bones had already reached it first.

"..." Xie Yan raised her head, her eyes were not friendly. Didn't she just say that the Wen family doesn't like cakes except Mrs. Wen?

"Sorry, I'm too busy today, I'm a little hungry." Wen Heng apologized sincerely, but put the cake directly into his mouth, "It actually tastes pretty good."

"..." Xie Yan always felt that this person seemed to be deliberately making him angry.

Didn't you take the crazy and cool script of the underworld second young master?Do you want to be so childish!

Xie Yan leaned back on the back of the sofa, remained silent, and gritted his teeth silently. As an adult, he would not get angry just because of a piece of cake—shit!Is this a matter of a piece of cake?It was clear that Wen Heng wanted to provoke him on purpose!

Seeing that Xie Yan seemed really displeased, Wen Heng could barely withdraw his smile and changed the subject, "Didn't mother ask you to teach third sister? There are many foreign books on my bookshelf, some are translations, some are original texts, you You can pick whatever suits you.”

Xie Yan took a few breaths, she had to bow her head under the eaves, decided not to be as knowledgeable as Wen Heng, and got up to go to the bookshelf.

Wen Heng's collection of books is very rich. Besides English books, there are many German books, French books, and even one or two Russian books. Could it be that he can understand all these languages?Xie Yan was still angry, so she didn't take the initiative to ask, but admired him silently in her heart.

However, although Wen Heng has a lot of books, there are not many suitable for enlightenment for teenage girls with zero foundation. Xie Yan rested his hand on the edge of the bookshelf and looked carefully for a long time before he saw a book in the corner that was read by later generations. Famous work, "Little Women".

"The publisher said it was a book for girls, but I think it is suitable for everyone." Seeing Xie Yan pull it out, Wen Heng commented.

"Me too, but it does teach girls a lot."

The completely different personalities and lives of the four March sisters in the book can help a girl understand responsibility, what wealth and marriage mean to herself, and find the meaning of her life.

Xie Yan is not a professional teacher, not even a normal student. Mrs. Wen asked him to teach Miss Wen San. Rather than teaching her various knowledge, Xie Yan hopes that he can change some of her outlook on life and values.

This is the book, Xie Yan flipped through the book in his hand and made a decision.The original document is the original document, at worst, work harder, and translate it sentence by sentence for Ms. Wen San.

After choosing the book for teaching, Xie Yan took it back to the sofa and read it carefully.The two young men were sitting on opposite sofas, reading quietly with their heads down. The sunlight poured into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room was silent, only the occasional sound of pages turning, rustling, soothing the heart.