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"Are you out of your mind?" Tao Shan rolled his eyes bluntly, and said speechlessly, "If you have nothing to do, get out of the way and don't block the door."

Wen Ziping's thin lips were tightly pursed, his cold eyes swept across Tao Shan's face, and then slowly placed on Wen Cheng in the room, the disgust in his eyes was even worse, and he said coldly, "Grandpa is looking for you."

"..." Wen Cheng lit a cigarette, and said impatiently, "What the hell are you guys doing?"

Wen Ziping didn't reply, his eyes were filled with contempt and disdain for Wen Cheng, smelling the pungent smell of cigarettes in the room, he frowned instantly, and urged: "Can you go!"

"Yo, Eldest Young Master Wen is still impatient?" Wen Cheng sneered mockingly, and walked to Wen Ziping slowly stepping on cotton slippers.

A half-smoked cigarette was pressed hard on Wen Ziping's chest, and a small hole was burned in his expensive suit. After a few seconds of stalemate, Wen Cheng threw away the cigarette butt, and said darkly, "Don't order me."

Wen Ziping, who lived in the upper class since he was a child, has always paid attention to personal appearance and inner self-cultivation. When he looked down and saw the burnt hole in the suit, his ugly face made him want to kill on the spot.

He grabbed Wen Cheng's bathrobe vigorously, glared at him furiously, gritted his teeth and said, "You're courting death!"

Wen Cheng gave a cold snort of disdain, pinched his wrist and twisted it down hard. Wen Ziping saw pain in his eyes, but he endured and did not let go.

Seeing the terrifying atmosphere of the two, Tao Shan was a little afraid of their impulsiveness, so he couldn't help reminding, "Grandpa Wen and Uncle Wen are still waiting downstairs, why don't we go down first."

These words hit Wen Ziping's weakness, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly loosened Wen Cheng's collar.

"Where are the people?"

Wen Cheng let go of Wen Ziping's hand, feeling sick to his stomach, took out a tissue next to him and wiped his hands vigorously.

Seeing his actions, Wen Ziping's suppressed anger surged up again, but thinking that there was still business to do, he could only clenched his fists and said patiently, "Come with me."

He took off his suit jacket and threw it into the trash can in a fit of anger. He saw in a blink of an eye that Wen Cheng was still wearing a white bathrobe. Ping was a little uncomfortable with it, and frowned and asked, "Are you going to meet grandpa and dad in this suit?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Cheng asked back. He was in an extremely upset mood, but when he heard him criticize him, his remaining patience was exhausted. "Could it be that I went there naked?"

Seeing that it was late, Wen Ziping didn't want to argue with him, so he turned around and strode towards the elevator entrance.

"Why don't I lend you my coat, it's quite cold outside." Tao Shan was about to take off his suit jacket.

A flash of anger flashed across Wen Ziping's face with his back to them, and he said suddenly, "Tao Shan, when I first came up, I saw Uncle Li looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Tao Shan asked strangely, "Why are you looking for me?"

Wen Ziping pressed the elevator with a cold face, and said bluntly, "How do I know!"

Hearing his bad tone, Tao Shan thought he was still angry about what happened just now, so he didn't care too much, and greeted Wen Cheng, "Then I'll go first, call me if you need something."

"En." Wen Cheng agreed, and said casually, "Tell Fang Zhong and the others to wait for me downstairs."

Tao Shan agreed, and followed Wen Ziping into the elevator. When he saw the prompt to reach the first floor, he straightened his tie and walked towards the lobby outside.

Tao Shan was missing in the closed space, and the atmosphere became obviously much stiffer. The expressions of the two became worse than the other, and the hatred for each other was undisguised in their eyes.

In just a few seconds, the elevator finally reached the second floor. As soon as the two arrived at the underground garage, they saw the extended Bentley parked not far ahead.

Seeing the two coming, the driver in a suit opened the rear door for them.

Wen Xiong was sitting on the back seat with his eyes closed, while Wen Zhaoyuan was sitting opposite and looked at the documents. After realizing that the car door was opened, he looked up and saw Wen Cheng's weird outfit and long hair that almost reached his waist , his eyes froze for two seconds, and after he realized it, Wen Zhaoyuan's expression darkened, and he scolded, "You bastard!"

"You just came to see your grandfather with this unmasculine air?!"

Wen Cheng glanced at Wen Xiong whose eyes were still closed, and said casually: "If you don't see me, then I'll go back."

"Stop!" Wen Zhaoyuan bulged his eyes and shouted sharply.

Wen Chengdang didn't hear it, he turned around and walked in the direction he came and went.

"and many more."

Seeing that Wen Cheng was about to go far away, Wen Xiong was finally willing to open his eyes, and said lightly to Wen Cheng: "Come up, I have something to talk to you about."

Wen Cheng's footsteps stopped, and he stood silently for a while, then walked back again, and got into the car, but his face was still not in a good mood.

He leaned on the seat with his legs crossed, and said lazily, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Seeing his idle posture, Wen Zhaoyuan was about to make a sound, but Wen Xiong glanced at him calmly, and swallowed the cursing from his lips back into his stomach again.

"Shall we talk at home first?"

Wen Xiong's expression is gentle and his tone is kind. If it weren't for the deep calculation in his eyes, people might mistake him for a kind elder.

"No need." Wen Cheng waved his hands resolutely, "Hurry up if you want to talk."

Wen Zhaoyuan couldn't hold back, and scolded angrily: "What kind of attitude do you and your grandfather have!"

Wen Xiong didn't care much on his face, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's talk about it here."

"Ziping's uncle didn't know who he offended. He was beaten and broke several ribs. He is still lying in the hospital. Do you know about this?"

"I know, isn't this what's in the news headlines these days?" Wen Cheng replied calmly.

Wen Xiong nodded thoughtfully, and continued: "You know a lot of people, so I want you to find out who did it."

"..."

Wen Cheng took out the cigarette in the pocket of his nightgown, lit one, and the car was filled with a tangy smell of smoke, Wen Xiong subconsciously frowned.

"keep the change."

Wen Cheng blew out the smoke ring, slightly closed his eyes, and said coldly, "I hit you."

As soon as the words fell, there was a dead silence in the carriage for a few seconds, and the eyes of several people turned to Wen Cheng.

"You did it?!"

Wen Ziping looked agitated, if it wasn't for the inconvenience in the carriage, the fist in his hand might have hit Wen Cheng's face long ago.

"It's unreasonable, he is also your uncle, how could you do it!" Wen Zhaoyuan was also very angry, and the slap in his hand was raised, and it was about to fall on Wen Cheng's face. The silent Wen Xiong raised his hand Stop him.

"Pretentious." The smile on the corner of Wen Cheng's mouth was ironic, he looked at Wen Xiong who was expressionless, and said coldly: "Didn't you know it a long time ago, otherwise why bother with today's incident?"

Wen Zhaoyuan and Wen Ziping were shocked when they heard this, and they stopped their movements in unison.

"Why?" Wen Xiong didn't show any embarrassment on his face, nor was he furious, he just asked plainly, "Did he offend you?"

"No."

Wen Cheng exhaled a white smoke ring, his eyes, through the hazy smoke, even Wen Xiong, an old fox, couldn't read what was going on in his heart.

"It's just an eyesore."

"You!" Wen Zhaoyuan was furious, and cursed: "Get out of Wen's house, I don't have a son like you."

Wen Cheng, who had been smoking a cigarette, couldn't help laughing, he raised the corners of his eyes, and said sarcastically, "I've lived for more than 20 years, why suddenly an extra old man came out today."

Wen Zhaoyuan's throat was blocked by him, and after he realized it, his thick eyebrows twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you blaming me?"

"Why do I blame you? You feed me, pay for my schooling, and let me go abroad to drink some foreign ink with foreigners. It's too late to thank you. How can I blame you?"

"Then what do you mean by these words?" Wen Zhaoyuan asked coldly.

"What's the point? Of course it's to thank Boss Wen." Wen Chengya sharply said: "You are so magnanimous, but it's just a dog at home, and you take such good care of it."

Wen Zhaoyuan's face turned livid when he was shocked by his eccentric words, "You!"

Seeing Wen Xiong's uncertain expression, he slowed down his tone, and said coldly: "As long as you are normal, don't be so male and female, how can the Wen family not tolerate you?! Look at your appearance, Just like your mother, sharp-tongued, tricky and mean, how are you like my Wen Zhaoyuan's son?!"

Hearing him say this about his mother, Wen Cheng smiled instead of anger, and mocked: "Who says I'm a son?"

Wen Xiong's eyes were startled, he didn't know what he meant, just when he was about to speak, Wen Cheng's cold voice sounded again slowly.

"My dead ghost mother said that I was born with a beast. I didn't expect that Boss Wen doesn't like being a human, but likes being a beast."

'boom! '

Wen Zhaoyuan's accumulated anger tonight finally erupted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his right hand mercilessly slapped Wen Cheng's face.

Wen Cheng caught his slap in an orderly manner, and took the cigarette butt out of his mouth with the other hand, scalding Wen Zhaoyuan's palm fiercely.

And Wen Zhaoyuan was not polite, and vigorously slapped Wen Cheng's face with his other free left hand.

The sound of the slap was so loud that it hurt just to hear it, and Wen Cheng's fair side face instantly became red and swollen, but he remained calm and didn't even blink his eyes, as if the slap hadn't hit his face at all.

"You dare to be rough on Dad!" Wen Ziping on the other end was anxious and angry, just about to get up, Wen Xiong's angry voice sounded in the carriage.

"Stop me all!"

The father and son who were confronting each other stared at each other, then let go of their hands together, and sat back in their seats angrily.

"You guys." Wen Xiong sighed helplessly, with some vicissitudes in his eyes, and said with a tired expression: "Obviously they are against father and son, why are they like life and death enemies."

"I don't have a father, don't mistake me for me." Wen Cheng pressed the tip of his tongue to the stinging spot, and said expressionlessly.

Wen Zhaoyuan was about to explode again, Wen Xiong gave him a warning look, and he managed to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Since you did this, we won't pursue it."

As soon as Wen Xiong's words fell, Wen Ziping said in shock: "Grandpa!"

"How can I do that, my uncle suffered such a serious injury, no matter what Wen Cheng should do, he should go and apologize to him!"

Wen Xiong didn't seem to see the dissatisfaction on Wen Ziping's face, and continued: "The Wen family will bear your uncle's medical expenses, so let's turn this matter over, and we don't want anyone to mention it in the future."

Both Wen Ziping and Wen Zhaoyuan were a little unhappy, but because of Wen Xiong's coercion at home, they did not dare to protest.

Wen Cheng on the other end looked at Wen Xiong suspiciously, and said coldly: "Don't play tricks, I don't need your help, and if I'm afraid, I won't get in this car tonight!"

After speaking, he turned his gaze to Wen Ziping again, "It's impossible to apologize, you go back and tell your uncle that this matter is not over yet."

"There's something fucking wrong with you!" Wen Ziping, who pays attention to self-restraint, swears at someone for the first time in his life. He said angrily, "My uncle didn't mess with you, you want to treat him like this!"

"It's nothing, it's just a debt collection from them."

"If you dare to touch my uncle again, I will never let you go!" Wen Ziping threatened in a deep voice.

"Whoever is afraid is the grandson."

After Wen Cheng lightly dropped these words, he stretched out his hand to open the car door and got out of the car.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the sight of several people, Wen Xiong suddenly opened his mouth and shouted towards his back.

"Go back to the old house to have a look when you have time."

"I'm getting old, and I don't want you juniors to toss around like this all day long. I saved a share of Wen's enterprise shares for you. You will always be a member of the Wen family."

Wen Zhaoyuan was stunned when he heard this, and Wen Ziping on the other side was even more struck by lightning, sitting on his seat with a dazed expression, but only Wen Cheng's expression was as usual, he didn't even pause for a moment, and sat on the square. On the re-opened car.

"Dad, is what you just said true?" On the way back, Wen Zhaoyuan still couldn't help asking.

Wen Xiong closed his eyes, and said deeply: "No matter what you say, he is still your son, there is no reason for me to guard against my own son."

"I didn't guard against him!" Wen Zhaoyuan retorted: "Look at his attitude of treating me like a father!"

"It's your fault for the inappropriateness. It's not because of the stupid things you did back then that caused today's situation."

Wen Zhaoyuan's expression froze, and the unfinished complaints were swallowed back in his stomach.

"The Wen family does not lack this share. It can be regarded as compensation for this child. Otherwise, after Ziping inherits the family business, I am afraid that there will be many mortal enemies that are difficult to deal with. What's more, you are still brothers, so why kill each other like this."

Wen Ziping was still angry about Wen Xiong's failure to help his uncle get ahead. Hearing this, he said sullenly: "I'm not afraid of him. If he dares to deal with the Wen family, I'll be rude to him!"

"Besides, our family has a great career, so we don't need to be so afraid of him!"

"Hey." Wen Xiong looked disappointed in his eyes, and sighed, "You are still too young after all, with too little experience, so your eyelids are also lowered."

Wen Ziping, who had been preached for no reason, sulked alone.

"I'm afraid that this kid has no intention of going back to Wen's house at all. To him, strangers like us are a bit unsatisfactory."

"Can the Wen family wrong him?!" Wen Zhaoyuan said.

Wen Xiong shook his head, his eyes seemed to be mixed with helplessness.

"...He may really look down on these things of the Wen family."

The author has something to say: Brother Cheng: "The most destructive curse is to scold yourself!"