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After eating with Wen Ruoxiao's family, it was getting dark. After the guests left, the Wen family's big house became quiet again, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

Wen Yeyan yawned and went upstairs to the house.

Wen Ruiping stopped him, lit a cigarette, and raised his chin to signal Wen Yeyan to sit over.

Wen Yeyan had no choice but to sit over and look at her father boredly.

If you say he is old, even people who don't know Wen Ruiping will object, he doesn't look old at all, and part of Wen Yeyan's outstanding facial features comes from him.He sits on a chair with Erlang legs up, holding the cigarette between his slender fingers, takes a slow puff, and then exhales the smoke. His gestures and gestures are full of the demeanor and charm of a mature man. This is not given to him by the years, but the accumulation of success and wealth. Easy and confident.

But Wen Yeyan still calls him an old man, so what if he looks young?Intrinsically pedantic.

"I don't like the smell of cigarettes." Wen Yeyan said calmly.

Wen Ruiping extinguished the cigarette, "There is a word "cigarette" in the name."

"Aunt Qin said that my mother gave me this name to let me be as free as smoke." Wen Yeyan said.

Wen Ruiping paused, and did not continue the topic, but asked: "What did you and your sister Ruoxiao just talk about?"

"What are you talking about..." Wen Yeyan looked down at her slippers and said casually, "She said that she recently opened a new boutique and asked me to go shopping with her. Also, she said that her classmate wanted to know me, The oil miners at home are extremely rich..."

"I'm asking a serious matter!" Wen Ruiping couldn't bear it anymore.

Wen Yeyan gave him a strange look, not understanding what he said was wrong.

"Oh, she said that the project in Daobin Town is not considered to be done. She investigated that the land was not legitimate. The local government forcibly expropriated the land. It has not yet coordinated with the land owner, and the surrounding business development cannot keep up. , at least another five years before she thinks about it."

Wen Ye Yanxin said that this is a serious matter, right?As a result, seeing the old man's face, hey!Uglier.

"Do you have to tell me about these reasons?!" Wen Ruiping said angrily, as if he had been greatly betrayed.

Wen Yeyan told the truth in confusion: "Yes, I didn't know until she told me, is there a problem?"

"Is there a problem?" Wen Ruiping felt absurd for him, "Do you think that a project can be decided with a touch of your mouth? You don't need to do the previous visits and investigations and on-site inspections? Do you know the policies there? Know the land What about the situation? Have you planned the capital budget and future development plan?”

Wen Yeyan said very sincerely: "Nothing, because I'm just a high school student."

"Sister Ruo Xiao already set managing the company as her goal when she was in high school!" Wen Ruiping looked at Wen Yeyan with indisputable disappointment.

"I also have my own goals." Wen Yeyan lowered her eyes, not to meet Wen Ruiping's gaze.

"Those play house games are your so-called goals?" Wen Ruiping said, "Do you know why you can enjoy them? Because a wealthy family can squander without burden, even if you lose money, you will not feel pressure .”

The corners of Wen Yeyan's mouth curled up without warmth, and it came again.

"Are you not as good as Ruo Xiao? No, in fact, you are also very smart and talented, but why? Why can't you pay more attention to the family business?" Wen Ruiping asked, "You always feel that I look down on you, then you Work hard to make me look up!"

Wen Yeyan closed her eyes and let out a slow breath.

"Your father has worked hard all his life to carry forward the family business. You can see how much I paid for it." Wen Ruiping said wearily, "It can't end in your generation, Ye Yan."

Know how to play hard and soft.Wen Yeyan said in her heart.

"Dad, this is your life." Wen Yeyan said seriously, "But why should I extend your life? Am I called the second generation of Wen Ruiping, don't I have my own name?"

"you are my son!"

"At the same time, he is also an independent person." Wen Yeyan said coldly, "Just like the matter of the land in Daobin Town that you used as an excuse, Chairman Wen, have you researched me? Have you learned about it? Forever You will only look at me from above, from your own perspective, and try to turn me around, have you respected me?"

Wen Yeyan stood up, he was still a young man, his face hadn't completely shed his immaturity, but his imposing manner was not inferior to his father's, "Of course I know the price you paid, but if my mother is still here, she will definitely not let me I will follow you."

"She's dead!" Wen Ruiping shouted, but after he said it, he was also relieved.

Wen Yeyan had no expression on his face, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The winter vacation of southern schools is very short, and the school starts in less than a month. Before the new year is over, the new semester begins.

The opening ceremony was outside, and the cold wind was howling. The students huddled together as a class to resist the cold wind. They had only returned to school for an hour, and they wanted to go home.

Shen Lian stood on the outermost edge as usual, wearing a large black jacket that looked thin, but he wore three layers of underwear underneath, so the cold wind could not blow in for the time being.

He was three steps away from the crowd, and his eyes wandered beyond the playground.

Wen Yeyan did not appear.

Signed up yesterday, Shen Lian stood by from the beginning to the end, and Wen Yeyan was not seen.

I haven't been able to contact him at all these days.

Shen Lian quietly took out his mobile phone—an old mobile phone that had been broken, and he finally repaired it. The person introduced to him by Lin Shurong was more than half the price, but he still put in the money he earned from doing homework. .

As for why you need to repair your new phone, this matter has to go back to the day before Shen Bufan returned to school.

At that time, Shen Lian was looking down on his mobile phone, "how to go to the imperial capital is the cheapest", when the mobile phone was suddenly taken away, he looked up, and Shen Bufan was looking at it over and over with his mobile phone.

"A new phone? Damn, it's genuine and pirated? How did you buy a phone worth more than 1 yuan?"

More than 1?so expensive?Shen Lian was inappropriately surprised, and realized that the mobile phone had been taken away by Shen Bufan.

"Hey, my..."

"Your? Where did you get the money?" Shen Bufan said.

"Someone gave it to me." Shen Lian said.

"Others? Oh, who is that?" Shen Bufan suddenly realized that Shen Lian, who is so rich and powerful, knew that one, or the one who would not come back.Shen Bufan thought that he had been on the wrong side of Wenye Yan, but in the end he didn't get a chance to go to Jiuchuan for an internship, so this should be regarded as a benefit to him.

So he accepted it with peace of mind, "You are a high school student, use such an expensive mobile phone to be careful not to be stolen, besides, didn't I give you one before?"

"..." That one is broken, Shen Lian is in the wrong.

In this way, after Wen Yeyan used his new mobile phone for less than two weeks, it became someone else's property.

The cold wind blew again, piercing through Shen Lian's slack neck, and he shivered, feeling suddenly sad.

The phone is gone, he can't fit in the clothes he gave him before, he has eaten up all the food, and even the chat history has always stopped at five days ago.

It seemed that all the connection between him and Wen Yeyan had disappeared completely, and he would never see Wen Yeyan again.

Shen Lian's nose was sour, tears almost fell down.

The howling cold wind stopped suddenly, and a shadow enveloped Shen Lian, as if a wall rose up around him.

"It's cold enough today," Wall said.

Shen Lian's world was silent for an instant, he turned his head stiffly, and saw the people around him.

The other party was wearing a white and gray down jacket, wrapped around a beige scarf, half of her beautiful face was buried in the soft scarf, looking at Shen Lian with smiling eyes.

Shen Lian blinked, as if in a dream, the precarious teardrop finally fell down.

Wen Yeyan stretched out her fingers to catch the falling tears, "Are the tears frozen?"

"Wen, Wen Yeyan." Shen Lian said.

"Shouldn't you give me a long-lost reunion hug first?" Wen Yeyan opened his arms.

"I thought you weren't coming back." Shen Lian said in a muffled voice, feeling very wronged.

"Didn't I tell you back? Hurry up and hug one, how long will you keep me waiting?"

"Oh." Shen Lian nestled into his arms, wrapping his arms around Wen Yeyan's waist.

Wen Yeyan laughed and rubbed against the top of Shen Lian's hair, "Little Shen Lian'er has grown taller again."

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