Possessive

"Then... why did you help him?"

Qiao Mai thought for a few seconds.

Sun Jiawen thought she would not answer.

After all, whether it was the marriage or the relationship, the wheat was torn apart.

A young girl, if she hadn't met Wei Chinian, maybe she would have started a different life.

Maybe not as successful now, but not necessarily unhappy.

Sometimes Sun Jiawen couldn't judge whether it was luck or misfortune for Qiao Maimai to meet Wei Chinian.

I got everything that everyone envied, and seemed to have experienced everything that no one could imagine.

"I also want to be a good person." The smile on the corners of Mai Mai's lips widened: "I have two children. After becoming a mother, the general idea is to hope that they can be healthy and live happily. Living in a worry-free Of course it is good in an environment of concern, but if it is adversity, I hope someone will give my child a hand."

Qiao Xiaomai didn't know whether Wei Chinian's grandfather was really a kind person, but she thought that the old man should love her only daughter and grandson Wei Chinian very much.

Guangbu Shanyuan just hopes that someone can help when encountering difficulties in the future.

Sun Jiawen was a little embarrassed to hear that.

"The rich people think differently from us ordinary people. You see, I don't think so much. I will give her as much as I have. What kind of life I will live in the future is all her own creation."

Whether to keep any kindness, whether to think about the next step for the child, she really has no strength or ability to do it.

"A lot of times, I can't help myself."

"Good man Qiao, we're here!"

*
Cheng Bo, who has been living abroad, has returned to China.

Came back quietly.

Because of his age, the 90-year-old really has no energy or strength to socialize with those irrelevant people.

When I came back, I organized a game myself.

Use all the remaining energy that you should use.

As for the old man, the appointment is naturally a morning tea.

Accompanied by children.

Already had a few drinks this morning.

At eight o'clock sharp, Wei Chinian appeared in the teahouse.

This teahouse has been in business for more than [-] years and is an old shop.

Nowadays, the tastes of young people are changing, and the business here is not very good. The boss said that it may close next month.

Doing this business by myself is worrying and tiring, and I rent out the shop, and I can make money while lying down.

Wei Chinian came up the stairs.

"here."

Cheng Bo squinted his eyes, trying to see Wei Chinian's face clearly.

how many years?

"I remember seeing you once when you were very young."

The age is really long.

Wei Chinian sat down without calling anyone.

call someone?

What kind of people did he associate with before?

You can count the people who are worthy of his admiration on your fingers.

Cheng Bo's daughter's complexion is not very good-looking.

She lived to be in her fifties, and this was the first time she had seen such an impolite young man.

She thinks it's disrespectful to be afraid of young people.

Some politeness issues, the child in front of him should learn hard.

Learn how to be a human being first, and then do business.

It is not difficult to imagine why so many people will fall into trouble when the wall of your Wei Chinian collapses.

Find the reason yourself.

"Drink tea?"

Cheng Bo struggled to pick up the teapot and poured Wei Chinian a cup of tea.

"You don't look like your grandfather. Your grandfather is a guy who can hang out with anyone."

Such a big boss, such a rich man, achieved the position of the richest man, but he always smiled when talking to the people below.

Wei Chinian's face smelled much worse.

"You and him don't seem like people who would hang out together." Wei Chinian sarcastically.

If he was a good person, why did he only meet him once?

"You're right."

Pushing the tea to Wei Chinian's eyes.

The old man talked a lot about grandpa's past. In the city of Wucheng, how many people have received the favor of the old man?

"I've heard people say you're broke."

When Wei Chinian heard this, his hands trembled slightly.

"Son, go downstairs and order a radish bun for me."

Cheng Bo's daughter got up and left the table.

Cheng Bo looked at Wei Chinian: "I'm coming back this time, and it may be the last time in my life. I think your grandfather saved my life before I have a long life now. I have to repay this kindness. Don't do this, child. Learn more from your grandfather, he never looked down on anyone, he respected anyone, there is no right or wrong in life, only life is not happy."

Cheng Bo pushed over a check.

"For the follow-up money, I will ask people in my family to call you one after another. You can do whatever you want, and I will not interfere with how you spend it."

Wei Chinian picked up the check.

"Who sent you here?"

"That's who you think it is." Cheng Bo replied with a smile.

He pushed the steamed eggs on the table. The steamed eggs were ordinary, and the color was very light, as if there was not much seasoning in them.

"This is your grandfather's favorite food, and it's also your mother's favorite food. Try it." Cheng Bo smiled thoughtfully; "Your grandfather loves your mother very much, and your mother loves you very much. I don’t even want to see you like you are now. If you need anything, just tell me, and I will try my best to do what I can. Although I am old, it still has something to do with it.”

Wei Chinian looks like his mother, and there is a shadow of his grandfather on his face.

The old man was in a trance for a long time.

He hoped that the grandson of the great benefactor can make a comeback.

Even with all his strength.

What Wei Chinian was thinking at this moment, no one knew.

Perhaps since his parents passed away, he has become incomprehensible.

Holding the spoon, he ate the bowl of custard one bite at a time.

*
"A rare visitor." Qiao Mai looked at Sun Jiawen: "Pour coffee for Mr. Zhang."

Mai Mai put aside the work in hand and looked at Zhang Yuan.

The man and woman in front of me once fell in love and gave each other the best part of their lives.

But now, they are just familiar strangers.

Not in love, and even calculating with each other.

"You'd better not interfere with Wei Chinian's affairs." Zhang Yuan said lightly, "I'm not the only one who thinks he died."

Qiao Mai was surprised: "How could you say such a thing? What did I do?"

Zhang Yuan smiled: "Why did you go back to Fog City?"

"Then who stipulated that I can't go back to Wucheng? I grew up in Wucheng, so I can't go home? Who made the regulation? You? Wei Min? Or...Wei Shaokang?"

Zhang Yuan glanced sharply at Qiao Maimai's face, before slowly speaking: "A lot of things are far more complicated than you think, you'd better not get involved, even if it's my last piece of advice to you as a friend."

Qiao Xiaomai turned the chair and said, "There is something very interesting. I went to meet Yan Chu, and Yan Chu told me a very funny thing."