I Really Am a Slag Shou!

It was only eight o'clock in the evening when we got home, and the warm scene before was like a flash in the pan. When everyone walked in the door, the unique indifference and calmness of the Wen family returned to their faces, but, after all, there was still something different.

The warm feeling lingered in the hearts of these people, subtly changing their cognition and relationship.

Chi Zhao returned to his room. He thought about how to deal with the little girl he met today. After thinking about it for a long time, he sneered.

In fact, he doesn't need to think about it, Wen Lie will help him handle everything. Wen Lie is just a smiling tiger, looking kind, but his methods are no worse than the previous Wen Xijun.

If there is no accident, Wen Lie should be the main heir of the Wen family in the future. Of course, other children will also get some assets, but the most important person in charge of the group will only be Wen Lie in the future.

Wen Yu is actually not bad, but his hostility is too heavy. He is suitable to be the boss of the underworld, not the chairman of the group.

These people are young, and they still have a long time to think about the future and their ideals.

After pondering for a while, Chi Zhao stood up and walked out of the room.

Don't think about it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, especially these children and grandchildren are all smarter than him, such a serious issue, let them think for themselves.

……

At night at Jiang's house, Chi Zhao walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found that there was nothing that could be eaten right away, so he had to go back to his old business and made himself a bowl of noodles.

The noodles were out of the pot, and Chi Zhao was also very puzzled seeing the noodles that hadn't made any progress.

How many worlds are there, why no matter where he goes, the food he cooks is always unpalatable? ?

……

Sitting at the dining table, Chi Zhao picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, and just about to put it in his mouth, he heard a nice and frivolous voice behind him: "Father, can I share a bowl?"

Chi Zhao: "..."

The warm pot waited quietly, and soon, the second bowl of crudely made noodles came out of the pot. Putting the noodle bowl in front of the warm pot, Chi Zhao returned to his side, suddenly wanting to take the noodles away and bring them back to himself Room to eat.

I don't know why, every time he sees the face of Wen Ke, he feels uncomfortable, and wants to distance himself from him very much.

When Chi Zhao was debating whether to leave so shamelessly, the thermos pot opposite spoke again.

He gently pulled two noodles with chopsticks, then raised his head with a smile: "Father has changed so much recently, I almost don't recognize you anymore."

Chi Zhao is not worried about being recognized by others. This world is not like the last world, and there is also a spiritual body to show his identity.His body belongs to Wen Xijun, and his property also belongs to Wen Xijun. As long as he kills himself, he is Wen Xijun, and no one can find any evidence to refute him.

Therefore, Chi Zhao answered calmly: "Everyone is subject to change."

Wen Ke looked into Chi Zhao's eyes and found that he couldn't see any clues, so he gave up and asked another question, "Then, father, can you tell me why you don't like me?"

Chi Zhao: "..."

It seems that Wen Xijun never liked you before!

After a few seconds of silence, Chi Zhao also raised his head, and he chose to tell the truth: "You are my child, and I have never liked you."

The kettle was stunned.

After a pause, Chi Zhao continued: "As a father, what I have to do is to protect you, teach you, and lead you. I don't need to like you, and you don't need to like me."

The astonished expression gradually returned to calm. Wen Ke carefully savored the taste of these words, and then he showed a smile that fascinated all sentient beings, "What a cruel answer."

"What's so cruel?" Chi Zhao lowered his head, he casually picked up the noodles, and after taking a bite, he continued, "You don't like me anyway."

In the plot, although Wen Ke is the one closest to Wen Xijun, when he finds out that Wen Xijun's situation is over, he is also the one who is the quickest to make trouble.Wen Ke, how should I put it, sometimes I feel that he is very dedicated, and sometimes he is very caring. He seems to care about his brothers and sisters, but he can stand by and watch a pervert openly show a strong interest in Wen Xi and leave him alone. He doesn't try to stop it, but he doesn't care about his family at all, and he can go all out to help Wen Yu when he is almost exposed and is about to die.

To sum up, this is a mysterious man.

……

Even if nothing else is certain, Chi Zhao is 100% sure that Wen Hu doesn't like Wen Xijun.

This is not what he can see from the plot, but what he perceives when he gets along with Wen Ke.

Chi Zhao was sure that Wen Ke didn't like him, and even hated him a little bit.

Maybe this is why Chi Zhao feels uncomfortable when he sees him, because the thermos always shows that he likes Wen Xijun very much and obeys his orders, which makes him feel like he is being bullied by a cold-blooded animal Creepy.

The thermos kettle on the opposite side slowly restrained his expression. After a while, he lowered his head and gave a low laugh.

"That's because my father doesn't need my likes."

His words seemed to have a deeper meaning. Chi Zhao observed him calmly, but could not observe anything else. On the other side, Wen Hu stood up in a good mood, "Father, go to bed early, I will go to bed first." I’m going back to my room, and thank you for my father’s hospitality tonight, if you can make a bowl of noodles like this for Ah Xi, then Ah Xi will definitely be devoted to you in the future.”

After saying this, the warm pot left, looking at the bowl of noodles that hadn't moved at all, Chi Jian was in a very complicated mood.

He didn't even taste it, could it be that the noodles he made were really so unpalatable!

……

Chi Zhao was very depressed, and even he lost his appetite, so he ate a few mouthfuls, and then went back to his room, leaving the noodle bowl here quietly, until tomorrow morning, the servants at home will come to clean up .

Half an hour later, Wen Yu passed the kitchen, smelling a familiar smell, he paused, and then walked in

Looking at the two noodle bowls and two sets of chopsticks on the dining table, Wen Yu pursed her lips slightly.

Wen Xin came out of Wen Xi's room, thirsty, and she also came to this kitchen. The small kitchen is usually just a spare room, but today it has been visited by many owners in succession.

It's just that every host who comes here seems to be in a bad mood.

Wen Xin stood behind Wen Yu, and after 2 minutes, she said softly, "Ayu, practice dancing with me for a while?"

There is a very beautiful central flower bed in the front yard of the Wen family. The floor beside the flower bed is made of high-quality marble. Every year, the Wen family holds large and small gatherings. If there is a dance, the venue for the dance will definitely be set up here.

Flower beds, fountains, and gorgeous and gentle lights, the dining area is full of wine, and the dance area is dancing. No matter who comes here, they will feel that the beautiful scenery here is really pleasing to the eye.

But today, there are no gorgeous lights or lively guests here, only two people practicing their dance steps proficiently to the soundtrack played by their mobile phones.

Wen Xin is a great lady in decathlon, and her dance is naturally very good. She doesn't need to practice at all, but she still pulls Wen Yu out. Standing here, the two of them danced round and round like idiots.

Dance needs to be accompanied by music, otherwise, in the eyes of others, you will become an embarrassing master of dancing.

……

At the end of the third round, Wen Xin couldn't take it anymore. She didn't have much strength, and dancing was a laborious task. She was so tired that she waved her hands again and again, "No, no, let me rest for a while."

Wen Yu felt strange, "Don't you have dance lessons every day?"

Why did it fail so soon?

Wen Xin also gave him a strange look, "Yes, I have dance lessons every day, but in the dance lessons every day, I dance for 10 minutes and rest for 10 minutes."

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Xin's contact person has always been the teacher or Wen Lie. Sometimes Wen Xijun is in a good mood and will dance with her. This is the first time for Wen Yu. He really didn't know before that his sister's physical strength is so poor.

Wen Xin sat down, and it was even more boring for him to stand by himself. Sitting next to Wen Xin, Wen Yu asked, "Why did you remember practicing? Are you going to the dance again?"

The world among celebrities is too complicated. There is a big party every three days and a small party every two days. It seems that the group of people has nothing else to do except parties.

Wen Xin nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Liang invited me to her club's annual party."

After finishing speaking, seeing Wen Yu's unresponsive face, Wen Xin was silent for a moment, and then explained to him, "Mrs. Liang is the wife of the tycoon Liang Wencheng, and the club she founded is very famous in the world. The first appearance in the celebrity circle will rely on this anniversary party."

As soon as she said that, Wen Yu understood, but he looked at Wen Xin, "Didn't you make an appearance when you were 15?"

At that time, Wen Xijun invited the best fashion designer and hair stylist in the world, and directly packaged Wen Xin as a high-profile young lady who was even more high-profile than a princess.

Wen Xin looked at Wen Yu with the eyes of an old hat: "Of course it is to preserve my reputation, and let the new girls see what is called your sister or your sister!"

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Xin seemed to be born with a kind of maternal love. All those younger than her were brothers and sisters in her eyes. Even though she said she wanted to compete with them, Wen Yu could tell that Wen Xin was just joking.She is not that competitive, and she doesn't like those ladies who just love to compare and socialize.

Wen Yu smiled slightly. He lowered his head and looked at the shadow of the tree on the ground. Wen Xin was sitting on his left. Looking from her side, the most obvious thing was the smile on Wen Yu's face, and the second most obvious, It was his blindfolded eye.

Wen Xin looked at him for a while, and after sighing in her heart, she spoke softly.

"Ayu."

Hearing Wen Xin's call suddenly, Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled, he turned his head and looked at Wen Xin silently.

Dancing was just a pretense, Wen Xin actually had something to say to him, he knew it from the moment he came out, and probably guessed what Wen Xin was going to say.

Wen Xin is really careful, and he hasn't hidden it on purpose, so she can see that it's normal.

Sure enough, Wen Xin looked up at him with a smile and a pleading expression, "Listen to my sister and stop doing things that will hurt yourself, okay?"