gentle fall

It has been a while since the WeChat message was sent.

This was the first time that Wen Huaiyu invited others, but he didn't get a reply for a long time.

In the past, whenever she showed a little bit of meaning, others would make up for her—either because of her beauty; or because of the Wen family behind her.

That's why she found it interesting. She stood by the window, drank a glass of champagne, and then called Zhou Ran: "There is a patient in the city hospital, you can check the specific information and make arrangements... "

There were footsteps behind him, and Wen Huaiyu quickly lowered his voice: "Your vacation is almost over. It's time to come back to work."

Zhou Ran was her chief assistant. She was emotionally hurt some time ago and asked for a few days off. When she heard the boss call, she had to say yes.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Huaiyu turned around with a bright smile: "Brother."

Wen Zhizhen was walking over, he had a gentle and handsome appearance, his eyes were very light, translucent like glass, his face was pale due to years of illness, but his figure was tall and straight, he was always quiet and seldom spoke, just nodded reservedly: "Little sister. "

Wen Huaiyu took a few steps forward, showing some just-right concern: "Grandpa said tonight, brother is going to go abroad for surgery in a few days?"

Wen Zhizhen nodded, cherishing words like gold: "Yes."

Wen Huaiyu smiled delicately, put his hand on his forearm, and shook slightly: "Then brother, be careful all the way. I'll wait for you at home."

The corners of Wen Zhizhen's lips were slightly pursed, polite and quiet, and he patted the top of her hair lightly: "I know."

After finishing speaking, Wen Huaiyu let go in time: "It's getting late, brother, go to bed early."

"OK, good night."

The two said goodbye, Wen Huaiyu turned around, and the moment his feet stepped up the stairs, the smile on the corners of his lips disappeared, and he did not see the previous delicate appearance, but a little more stern, with frost and snow between his eyebrows and eyes, silent and indifferent.

The sound of a car turning off came from the courtyard. It was my father who had returned.

Zuo Zuo It was a stormy night tonight, she was not in a hurry at all, she just stood at the end of the corridor on the second floor and waited.Soon, there was a sound of thumping footsteps on the stairs, which showed how much anger was in the heart of the person who came.

Two seconds later, Wen Ping hurriedly appeared on the second floor, suppressed his anger, and glanced at her: "Go to the study."

Wen Huaiyu lowered his eyes, said hello coldly, and then walked over.

As the name suggests, Wen Ping has a calm temper on weekdays, and rarely when he is so anxious and irritable, he kicked open the door of the study with a bang, and before turning on the light, he said coldly, "Get out!"

There was a faint chuckle from Wen Ming behind him, full of endless ridicule, but Wen Huaiyu ignored it and walked into the study: "Father."

Wen Ping snorted angrily: "You said it yourself? What on earth do you want to do? You will lose all my old face!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed an inkstone on the table, and threw it at her, "You still call me father?! Do you really think of me as your father in your heart?!"

Wen Huaiyu stood at the same place, slightly tested her mind, the inkstone brushed past her temples, and a hot tingling sensation emerged, but she didn't even lift her eyelids: "Why is father angry?"

Wen Ping patted the table: "Why? What did you do to your Uncle Zhao? He is a friend I grew up with. Do you want me to say it again? He sent him to jail, Wen Huaiyu, you are really talented !"

Wen Huaiyu's voice was cold: "I asked for it."

Wen Ping sneered: "I think your wings are hard! Isn't it because your mother wants you to marry the Zhao family? What's the matter, you are so unscrupulous and ruthless, in order to continue to have sex outside, you laid hands on the Zhao family ?”

Wen Huaiyu didn't speak, and his brows frowned slightly.

Wen Ping sneered: "Look for yourself, what day does your romantic history not appear on the news headlines. New love and old love, young model star...Wen Huaiyu, you are a girl, show some face, okay?"

Wen Huaiyu stopped talking.

Wen Ping thought he had finally stepped on her pain point, and talked endlessly about this topic, but unfortunately, at the end, Wen Huaiyu didn't say a word.The conversation went into two or three o'clock in the night, and neither side compromised.

In the end, the housekeeper knocked on the door: "Sir, it's too noisy, we'll talk tomorrow if we have something to do."

The housekeeper is an old man in the family, and the husband he talks about has always been Wen Ping's father, Wen Huaiyu's grandfather, Wen Yue.As the chairman of the Wen Group, the head of the Wen family, he has the highest authority and the absolute right to speak, whether in the company or at home.

After the wind and rain stopped for a while, Wen Huaiyu walked out of the study room, rubbing the center of his brows with his fingers, before walking a few steps, Wen Ming stopped him: "Little sister, don't rush to leave."

Wen Huaiyu turned around and saw that bright and fresh look again, with a smile on his lips: "Second brother, is there anything else?"

Wen Ming sighed softly, pretending: "From now on, don't make your father angry. Be good. You...don't associate with those people in the future...it won't be good for your reputation."

Wen Huaiyu nodded with a smile: "Thank you, second brother. I see."

She knows.If it wasn't for Wen Ming, my father wouldn't have known about it so early, after all, Zhou Ran has always done things cleanly; if it wasn't for Wen Ming, who would have the guts to publish gossip about her all day long?

They hate each other, secretly intrigue, but when they turn around, everyone is wearing a mask, acting for others to see, with a friendly appearance.

She had seen through it a long time ago, but she had to continue acting for others to see.

Early the next morning.

At the dinner table, Wen Yan had a straight face and a serious voice: "Last night, what were you father and daughter arguing about?"

Wen Ping's hands paused, and then resumed his movements. He peeled an egg for his father and put it in his bowl: "It's a small matter. Huaiyu is having a little trouble with me."

His tone was casual and friendly, it sounded like an ordinary thing like a daughter acting like a baby with her father, it was not worth mentioning again, and easily brought the topic to the past.

The corners of Wen Huaiyu's lips curled up, and his voice rose: "Yes. Grandpa, did you disturb me? It's Huaiyu's fault. I don't go to work today. I'll stay with you at home. Give you a massage, play chess with you and walk the dog, okay? good?"

Wen Yan's face softened a little, but he didn't let go: "If you want you to stay at home with me, an old man, I'm afraid in my heart that I'm going to be bored to death, forget it."

Wen Huaiyu smiled softly and said nothing more.She has always understood Wen Yan's character, a typical example of hard-talking and soft-hearted.Saying so means agreeing.

Wen Ping glanced at Wen Huaiyu calmly, his eyes were slightly deep, and his expression was a little dark.

After breakfast, Wen Ping and Wen Ming went to the company. Mother was not at home on vacation, and there were only grandparents and grandchildren left in the old house.

Wen Huaiyu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and his slightly frowning brows relaxed a little. As I said before, Wen Yan squeezed his shoulders and beat his back, and told jokes, which made the old man laugh out loud. Touching her hair: "Don't make too much trouble with your father, Huai Yu. No matter what, he is still your father."

Wen Huaiyu lowered his head, lay on his grandfather's shoulder, and gave a low hum.

There is probably only such a moment of warmth in this family.

How precious.

It was just 7 o'clock when I left the old house.

Wen Huaiyu was a little tired. She didn't lie down until 10:[-] in the morning, and got up again before [-]:[-]. During the day, she talked with her grandfather and didn't have time to rest. On the way back, she was stuck in traffic for two hours. When she got home, it was nearly [-]:[-]. She was too tired to talk.

The combination lock beeped and opened.

She walked in without even noticing that there was an extra pair of British-style brown soft-soled leather shoes at the entrance.

She got up late the morning before yesterday, rushed to work, and left too quickly, her pajamas were placed on the sofa. She dropped her bag, picked up her pajamas, kicked off her shoes, and walked towards the bathroom without even turning on the light in the living room.

It's also strange that the light in the bathroom was on, probably because I left too fast the morning before yesterday and forgot to turn off the light.It seems that there is no housekeeper in this house, it is really impossible.

She didn't think too much, the moment she put her hand on the doorknob, a tall and slender figure was reflected on the door. It turned out to be...

Several crystal drops of water fell down the snow-white and round shoulders, and fell into the delicate and moving collarbone, the delicate and white skin, the slightly raised...

She took a deep breath, took a step back, and closed the door. The scene was too exciting, and there was some imperceptible haste in her usual steady voice: "Why are you here?"