I Really Am a Slag Shou!

When the warm pot's hand was only two centimeters away from Chi Zhao, Chi Zhao reacted. He frowned, and dodged slightly back. The warm pot's eyes darkened, and then he raised his eyelids and looked He arrived at Wen Yu who was standing not far away.

Wen Yu's expression at this time was too abnormal, Wen Ke was stunned for a while, and then withdrew his outstretched hand. Chi Zhao, who was opposite him, followed his line of sight and turned his head.

Seeing Wen Yu standing behind him, Chi Zhao pursed his lips guiltyly, but he soon realized it.He has nothing to be guilty of, he and Wen Ke didn't do anything, and Wen Yu didn't care what they did.

Chi Zhao stood up, and he took a few steps towards Wen Yu. Chi Zhao stopped one meter away from Wen Yu, and said indifferently, "Come with me."

God knows how much effort Wen Yu took to restrain his raging mood, but Wen Xijun's tone of voice without any emotion was like a barrel of gasoline, pouring directly on his fiery heart.The scorching temperature swept across his whole body in an instant, and the scorching feeling made him want to die, but he had been trained by Wen Xijun to be a puppet who would not scream pain.Therefore, even if the inside is already in pain, his appearance will not reveal half of it.

After Wen Xijun finished saying that, he walked straight forward. Wen Yu silently turned his eyes and glanced at the thermos pot left behind.

Wen Ke was also looking at him, his eyes were full of scrutiny and puzzlement, after a brief look at each other for a second, Wen Ke suddenly sat up slightly.

Because he understands it.

At this moment, Wen Yu withdrew his gaze, turned around, strode after Wen Xijun's figure, and left here one after the other.

With no one else around, Wen Ke didn't need to maintain his image, he finally showed some real emotions on his face.

At this time, Wen Ke's face was definitely not good-looking, his eyes were constantly moving, and the eye movements were too fast, which meant that he was in a state of confusion.

How can it be?

In the entire Wen family, isn't Wen Yu the one who hates Wen Xijun the most?He usually hides it very well, but when anyone reveals his true feelings, he has seen it with his own eyes. At that time, Wen Yu wanted to kill Wen Xijun. Why did he become like this now?

How could he...

Recalling Wen Xijun's abnormal behavior in the past few months, Wen Ke's eyes froze suddenly.

Wen Yu and Chi Zhao came to the study room. After the heavy solid wood door was closed, not a single word from here would be passed on outside.

Chi Zhao sat on the dark green sofa next to the bookcase. He wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but found that there was only tea here.Giving up the idea of ​​moistening his throat, Chi Zhao raised his head, Wen Yu was still standing at the door, he neither walked forward nor found a place to sit down, just stood there silently at the door, looking like a door god.

"Did your grandfather tell you?"

Wen Yu suddenly had a bad premonition, he pulled his thoughts out of the picture just now, and then asked in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

That is not to say.

Chi Zhao said lightly: "Your grandfather came to see me today, he showed me his sincerity, and we agreed that you should recognize your ancestors and return to your original family."

What he said was too heartless, as if Chi Zhao sold Wen Yu to Song Xuezhong for a small favor. Wen Yu understood the meaning of Chi Zhao's words, and his face changed several times.

His voice sounded unbelievable, "You want me to go to Song's house?"

Chi Zhao corrected his wording mistakes, "It's not going, it's going back."

Wen Yu was originally from the Song family, and it was a mistake to stay in the Wen family these years.Shouldn't he be very happy to return to his own family? Why did Chi Zhao meet Wen Yu's eyes now, and he felt like he had done something heinous?

Wen Yu stared at Chi Zhao's eyes, his gaze gradually sank, the perfect right eye was like the scythe of death, the black pupil was as sharp as ice, and the tightly clenched hands slowly loosened, hanging down by his side .

Wen Yu's eyes flickered, "You know."

Just like Song Xuezhong's subordinates, Wen Yu couldn't understand why he was pushed away by Wen Xijun. No matter how he looked at it, Wen Xijun shouldn't give up on him, unless...he found something intolerable, and then, urgently needed push yourself away.

In the past, he guessed that Wen Xijun also liked him, but today he guessed that Wen Xijun didn't like him. No matter what the conclusion was, it was all speculation, and it was far less lethal than the fact that Wen Xijun himself admitted.

Under his gaze, Wen Xijun was silent for a while, then he nodded, "Well, I already know."

The moment he heard Wen Xijun's confession, Wen Yu almost couldn't hold back, he wanted to rush to Wen Xijun and question him.

Why drive him away.

Why was he sentenced to death without saying a word.

Why is that warm pot guy obviously the same as him, but he can stay by Wen Xijun's side in an upright manner, and can boldly reveal his shameful feelings, while he himself can only be expelled? !

What is the difference between him and the thermos? !

After these words appeared in his heart, Wen Yu's furious brain suddenly calmed down.

No, he forgot, there are differences between him and the thermos.

The thermos has no broken eyes, the thermos has not disobeyed Wen Xijun's orders, and, compared to the stiff and cold him, the always smiling thermos is obviously more pleasing to others.

In the past few months, he has never seen his own mind clearly. He was bound by the stubborn impression of the past, stubbornly stopped moving forward, and was unwilling to face up to his heart.Now he finally figured it out and understood what he should do, but he didn't have the qualifications to fight for himself.

Due to his personality, he is not as tactful as others. He can’t even utter a single word of flattery that others utter. He knows that there is something wrong with him, so he wants to change and learn.

Wen Yu looked like a big dog that was about to be abandoned by its owner. He stood alone on the spot, and after a few seconds of delay, he mustered up his courage and took two steps forward.

"Father, can you...give me another chance."

Wen Yu has never begged anyone for mercy, and he has never humbled himself in his life. The most enviable thing about him is his arrogance that no one can bend him, but now, he personally shattered his pride and Backbone, making a humble request to the person in front of him, hoping that he can change his mind and allow himself to stay by his side.

At least... give him a chance to work hard as well.

Chi Zhao looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what he meant by this sentence.

Just now when Wen Yu said he knew, Chi Zhao nodded after thinking for a while, because he thought Wen Yu was talking about his relationship with the Song family.Indeed, if you think about it carefully, you can find that Chi Zhao must have known about it a long time ago, otherwise he would not have made the decision to let Wen Yu leave so quickly.

But what does it mean to give him another chance now?What chance?

Chi Zhao wondered for a long time, and suddenly, he figured it out.

Does Wen Yu feel that she thinks he is a traitor, that's why she wants to drive him out of Wen's house, so that she can attack him outside?

……

Chi Zhao took it for granted that after Wen Yu met his grandfather, he had already moved his mind to go back to the Song family. There was no movement in the past two days, and he was probably thinking about how to let him go. Now he suddenly discovered that his Every move was watched by Wen Xijun, and he panicked.

Brother Wen has never been soft on traitors. Even if it is a loss-making business, he will make the traitor pay the price he should pay.Wen Yu knew this, so she wanted him to give herself another chance, so that he could show his loyalty.

system:"……"

Finally, the husband and the husband followed suit.

Chi Zhao's brain power has almost caught up with the protagonists of the previous worlds!

……

Chi Zhao thought he understood Wen Yu's brain circuit, and he said clearly, trying to relax Wen Yu's nerves: "Although your surname will no longer be Wen, you are still Wen Lie's brother, and they will never forget You, I hope, you don't forget them either."

Wen Yu will develop the Song family to a new level in the future. He is a big brother like Wen Lie. Chi Zhao doesn't want Wen Lie to do anything to Wen Yu, and naturally he doesn't want Wen Yu to do anything to Wen Lie in turn. It's all meat.Although Chi Zhao didn't want to see Wen Yu's face anymore because he had identified the wrong person, but he was also his son after all.

As soon as these words appeared, Chi Zhaoxian shivered with aversion to cold.

There is no way, he didn't regard Wen Yu as his son from the beginning, and now he suddenly wants to change his mind, he is still a little uncomfortable.

……

Wen Yu's face turned pale.

After all, I still want him to go.

Just because he likes him?As for the thermos, he also likes him, is he going to leave too?

Wen Yu didn't respond to Chi Zhao's words for a long time, and finally responded, but asked strangely about the whereabouts of the warm pot.

Chi Zhao was stunned.

He originally wanted to send the warm pot away, but the warm pot just said that he didn't want to leave.

Thinking of Wen Ke's behavior and words just now, Chi Zhao fell into silence for a while. He is not a person who likes pseudo-orthopedics. If Wen Ke likes him, he can't control him, but he can stay away from Wen Ke and let him die early. that heart.

Chi Zhao has already made up his mind, when he comes back from his trip with Wen Xi, he will pack his things and go to Meng country to retire. As for the warm pot, whether he wants to leave or stay is his own business, anyway, he will no longer be in Wen's house by then up.

"He is already an adult, he is free to come and go, and I will not interfere with him."

Hearing Chi Zhao's answer, Wen Yu's expression moved slightly.

Her throat became dry, Wen Yu asked again: "Then why did you interfere with me?"

Chi Zhao really felt that something was wrong with Wen Yu now, why did he ask such strange questions, he frowned, but still answered him in a good-tempered manner, "Because you should go back."

Song Xuezhong was so old that the man with half a foot in the coffin finally found his son's orphan. A conscientious person couldn't destroy his desire to reunite with his grandson.

Wen Yu drooped her eyes, and her left eye, which was full of gray doctors, drooped along with her. In her incomplete vision, Wen Yu seemed to understand something.

"I understand."

Wen Yu said this in a hoarse voice, and after a while, he raised his eyes again, looked straight at Chi Zhao, and said to him word by word: "Goodbye, father, I will be back as soon as possible."

By that time, he will make it impossible for anyone to push him away from Wen Xijun, even Wen Xijun himself.