Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"Maybe..." A slow male voice suddenly broke the stalemate, "You can sue, but you don't need to go to jail - just apply for a restraining order."

Dean Sun was startled by the sudden voice.

He turned to look at the man who had sat on the chair at some point, and then he looked at him carefully, and asked in surprise: "Are you really from Yuzhou? Why do I feel like you look a little familiar?"

Wen Can raised his hand and took off his mask: "You may have seen me. I am the grandson of Teacher Chi on the first floor."

"Ah..." The dean looked as if he suddenly realized something.

Ye Kong put down the teacup and looked at him: "First floor?"

Wen Can also looked at her and said quietly, "I bought the fourth floor too."

"Teacher Chi does have a grandson in Yuzhou, but I didn't expect that you actually knew my Eleven."

Ye Kong leaned against the back of the sofa and said casually: "Not only do I know him, he's also my fiancé."

"What?!!!" Dean Sun really jumped up this time. He managed to suppress his voice that was about to break, and growled, "Fiancé? Why do you have a fiancé? How old were you when you got engaged? Was it done by the Ye family? It's not a business marriage of a wealthy family, is it? They are really not good people! It's better not to recognize them! Now that you don't recognize the Ye family, then you should also not recognize your fiancé, right?"

……

Ye Kong raised his hands to cover his ears: "We haven't officially held the engagement party yet. I will send you an invitation when the time comes."

"..." Dean Sun immediately stopped talking.

He looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

Wen Can glanced at Ye Kong, ready to save the situation: "Don't worry, we are just..."

"What's your name, Wen?" The old man suddenly turned around and stared at him, his eyes as fierce as an eagle staring at its prey, ready to snatch a piece of meat from him at any time.

"..." Wen Can remained calm, "Wen Can, the brilliant Can."

"How old are you this year?"

"27."

"Six years older?" The old man frowned. "I know a little about Wen's Group, but the bigger the group, the more parasites there are. Do you have a position in the company? Do you do real work? Are you an only child?"

“…I used to have a position but now I don’t have it. I’m an only child but there’s a high probability that I won’t inherit the company.” This was clearly part of Wen Can’s plan, and it was even because of this that he achieved his goal. But in the increasingly dissatisfied look in the old man’s eyes, he felt a little embarrassed for some reason, and even wanted to defend himself.

"But I have another job." The man looked away and said subconsciously, "The income is quite considerable."

"Do I care about your income? We eleven have plenty of money." The old man sneered, "What I care about is whether you are ambitious or not, and whether you are just a second-generation parasite who eats and waits for death!"

“…I’m definitely not that kind of person.”

"But since you are an only child, why don't your elders let you inherit the family business? Is there any problem with your ability or even character?"

"Absolutely not." The man looked up at the old man, his eyes accidentally passing by Ye Kong, taking in the girl's leisurely expression. His eagerness to prove himself weakened again, "...well, it's hard to say."

"It's hard to say?" The old man also glanced at Ye Kong. Seeing that she rarely interrupted him and looked like she was waiting to see how he would perform, he was slightly relieved and continued to frown seriously, "What do you mean by hard to say?"

He slowly sat down again and poured tea, sorting out the complicated feelings of having someone take a fancy to his good cabbage. He said earnestly, "You can't say anything bad about a person's character. Since Eleven is willing to bring you here, it means that she trusts you and you should have a certain understanding of each other. If that's the case, then you must know that Eleven is not a particularly righteous, moral, or worldly person."

Ye Kong: ...

The girl, who didn't know why she felt like she was being scolded, blinked and chose to remain silent for the sake of the follow-up.

"…She has been doing whatever she wants since she was a child. She is extremely self-centered. If someone makes her unhappy, she will make them regret it a hundred times or a thousand times. Therefore, she often walks on the edge of the gray area. Her morality is her own, and her principles are all based on her personal preferences and moods. In this case, she doesn't need someone who has no morals and no values ​​like her."

The sound of water stopped, and the old man handed the teacup to Wen Can. His eyes were surprisingly deep: "What she needs is someone who is absolutely positive and warm - someone who can hold her back at all times."

“……” Wen Can stared at the cup of tea without saying anything.

Ye Kong finally became unhappy and scratched his ear and said, "What are you talking about, old man? Since when do I have to follow your rules when looking for a partner?"

"..." The old man drank his tea angrily, "I just said that. What's wrong with you letting me satisfy my parent's addiction?"

"What topic have we moved on to?" Ye Kong moved the lid of the teacup on the table, "Let's talk about Xiaocao."

She turned to look at Wen Can: "What do you mean by a restraining order?"

"Apply to the court to prohibit them from approaching the people you want to protect." Wen Can came back to his senses and said concisely, "I can help."

Ye Kong looked at him suspiciously: "Do you know what happened?"

"I just heard it."

"Can you summarize it like this?" Ye Kong smiled, "You are worthy of being Master Wen."

"Then come and help." It was clearly a request, but the girl sounded like an order.

Wen Can nodded calmly.

The girl in the bedroom was still sleeping.

The day has just begun.

This old and cozy living room is already filled with an atmosphere of doing nothing.

The old man went downstairs to throw away the garbage.

Ye Kong stroked the rim of the cup with his fingers and suddenly asked, "Where were you going just now?"

"running."

Ye Kong glanced at the pair of long legs and asked, "After pretending to be disabled for so long, how does it feel to walk again?"

Wen Can smiled and said, "I almost couldn't walk. I'm still recovering now."

"Aren't you worried that the Wen family will monitor you? And discover the truth that you are pretending to be disabled?"

"The Wen family is busy right now. No one, whether it's my grandfather, Wen Rong, or Wen Lian, has time to monitor me. Besides... there's also Wen Can downstairs."

Ye Kong raised his eyebrows, and when he went downstairs with Wen Can and saw a familiar figure sitting in a wheelchair in the window on the first floor, he suddenly realized what he meant.

Looking at the profile that was 70% similar to Wen Can, Ye Kong couldn't help but murmur, "No wonder people now say that makeup is comparable to plastic surgery."

The tall man, who had put on his mask and hat again, smiled behind her and asked politely, "Would you like to run with me?"

Ye Kong: ...

Before she could say "I refuse", the man realized his mistake and changed his words: "We can just walk together."

His breath fell on the top of his head, very light and with a little warmth.

This is so strange.

Ye Kongxiang.

The man she always looked down upon in the wheelchair, now...

The girl slowly turned around, slowly raised her head and looked up.

If you stare into his eyes for a long time at such a close distance, your neck might even get sore.

Such a height seemed to increase the width of his shoulders, so the warm aura easily surrounded him.

Ye Kong stared into those warm and cold eyes and replied slowly: "Okay."

"Then let's go for a walk."