After being dumped by his son and his father

Wen Ziheng hung up the phone and just returned to the sofa to sit down, when she saw Mrs. Wei looking over vigilantly, after thinking about it, she asked, "Did Qing Wei call you?"

"Yes." Wen Ziheng said, "He is already on his way back, and he will arrive in half an hour."

Mrs. Wei was stunned for a moment, and the frightened look on her expression was fleeting: "It's only half an hour?"

Wen Ziheng looked at Mrs. Wei's unpredictable expression, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and hesitated for a while before saying: "...Maybe he has less work at hand, and the way back from the company is not so congested during this period of time, so he will go faster Some."

"Oh..." Mrs. Wei answered absent-mindedly, but she hesitated to say anything, but she didn't say anything more. Instead, she sat side by side with Wen Xi and watched TV, her eyes were erratic, obviously hiding something on her mind.

Wen Ziheng originally wanted to ask Mrs. Wei if she had encountered any difficulties, but before she could say anything, she changed her mind and realized that he seemed to have no position to ask these relatively private matters. After thinking twice, she had to give up and greeted Mrs. Wei Go back to the bedroom and turn on the computer to check the unread emails in the afternoon.

Time always passed quickly when he was concentrating on doing things. When Wen Ziheng heard the sound from outside again, there was a slight knock on the door, and Mrs. Wei's slightly anxious voice: "Xiao Wen, I suddenly Remembering that there are still some matters at home waiting for me to go back to deal with, then I will go first, and when you have time, bring Xiaoxi to my house as a guest."

Wen Ziheng hurriedly got up and went to open the door, and saw Mrs. Wei taking small steps as if drifting and blinking to the entrance. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on the one who was still watching the cartoon seriously, as if stuck by glue. In Wen Xi's body, the intense reluctance in his eyes almost overflowed from his eye sockets. Madam Wei acted out the feeling of farewell to life and death in what was originally a bland farewell.

With an embarrassed smile on his face, Wen Ziheng shook off the goosebumps all over his body calmly, and persuaded him: "You'd better wait for President Wei to come back and have dinner together before leaving, or you won't even have President Wei's face after waiting for so long See you."

"No, no, no, no..." Mrs. Wei reluctantly looked away from Wen Xi, shook her head like a rattle, leaned on the shoe cabinet, took off the shoe cover, and reached out to open the door, "Family matters are very important, anyway, my son You can see it anytime, and there is no rush for such a moment..."

The moment the voice fell, the door was pulled open.

Immediately after, a tall figure appeared in the sight of Mrs. Wei and Wen Ziheng. The anxious look on Mrs. Wei's face disappeared after seeing the face of the visitor clearly, and was replaced by apprehension and panic, which scared even her I don't know when the shoe cover in my hand falls to the ground.

"Xiaoqing..."

Behind Wei Qing was a dark corridor, and the warm-toned lights in the living room shone on his face and body. His facial features, which usually looked extremely sharp and cold, were softened by the light. He was carrying a large bag in both hands. The small supermarket shopping bag slowly lowered his eyelids and stared expressionlessly at Mrs. Wei, who was pale and did not dare to move, and then raised one corner of his lips with a fake smile: "Mom, why didn't you tell me when you came over?" Woolen cloth?"

Mrs. Wei staggered back two steps, and then slammed into the shoe cabinet with a thud. She dared not say that she had the courage to come here to hear about Ziheng because she heard from the secretary that Wei Qing would be working overtime this afternoon to discuss the contract. As for Wenxi, Mrs. Wei thought of a hundred excuses to prevaricate Wei Qing in just a few seconds, but she still couldn't bear to say the words.

"I just came here to take a look, I have no other ideas..." Mrs. Wei lowered her head like a child who did something wrong, her voice was full of grievances, "You haven't come back, I've been waiting for an hour and my legs are numb , it’s not a big deal to come to Xiaowen’s place for a while, right?”

Wei Qing's expression remained unchanged: "How do you know the address of my new home?"

Mrs. Wei twisted her fingers, her pitiful appearance like a little daughter-in-law was incompatible with her noble and glamorous temperament and appearance, she said slowly, "Your father told me."

Seeing that Mrs. Wei was about to bury her head in her collar, Wei Qing didn't even dare to look up, she gritted her teeth and sighed, he really convinced his mother who is a playwright, and played the role of the young master and his father at home. The drama of the girl's grievances and hatred is nothing more than that, Wei Qing can only attribute those hot-eyed scenes to the sexual choice between the husband and wife and turn a blind eye. As a result, an inattentive mother who is not paying attention to drama comes to him.

Obviously he didn't do anything right?

It was as if he had bullied his mother so badly in the past.

In desperation, Wei Qing hurriedly looked at Wen Ziheng who was standing behind Mrs. Wei, and as expected, the other party was looking at him with indescribably subtle eyes.

"..." Wei Qing resisted the urge to burst out, took all the shopping bags in both hands to his right hand, stretched out his left hand to take Mrs. Wei picked up the shoe cover in his hand, sighed and looked at Wen Ziheng said, "Do you have any slippers?"

Wen Ziheng glanced at the shopping bag Wei Qing was carrying with an unpredictable expression, stepped forward and took out a pair of new slippers from the cabinet, tore off the label and put them at Mrs. Wei's feet.

Mrs. Wei seems to be very afraid of Wei Qing, behaves according to Wei Qing's words, and dare not even say a single unnecessary word. Wei Qing has long been used to his mother acting pitifully after doing something wrong, so at this moment his There was no fluctuation in his heart. After throwing the used shoe covers into the trash can, he took a few bags of shopping bags and went to the kitchen to organize the ingredients. The action of putting frozen food inside is even more skilled than Wen Ziheng.

Wen Ziheng leaned against the door frame with his arms folded and looked at Wei Qing's busy figure in the kitchen, and asked, "Your mother is here, so it might not be so good if you still eat at my house."

Wei Qing turned his back to Wen Ziheng and grunted as he handled a fish, and said without looking back, "What's wrong? An ugly daughter-in-law must see her parents-in-law."

Wen Ziheng: "..."

"Come here and help me." Wei Qing said again, and when Wen Ziheng walked to his side, he pointed to the vegetables soaked in the sink, "Wash these vegetables."

Wen Ziheng responded, rolled up his sleeves and stretched his hands into the water, only to find that the water in which the vegetables were soaked was actually warm. He lowered his head and pretended to wash the vegetables carefully while looking at Wei Qing who was concentrating on cutting fish fillets from the corner of his eye. No matter what he does, Wei Qing's attitude is extremely correct, even if he is just cooking a simple dish, he is also engrossed and meticulous, as if he has put all his attention into the ingredients in front of him.

And Wei Qing's hands are very beautiful, each finger is very long, the phalanges are distinct, and the fingertips are round. His knife skills are very mature, and there are formed fish slices neatly placed on the chopping board when he lifts the knife. superior.

Wen Ziheng's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he suddenly remembered how many years he hadn't seen Wei Qing cook with his own eyes, even when Wei Qing was cooking here the last two times, he never walked into the kitchen and looked at it so carefully However, when they were studying and living together in the United States five years ago, Wei Qing would buy ingredients and cook by himself when he had time, and Wen Ziheng always watched quietly by the side.

Now these memories seem to have been precipitated for as long as a century.

"What are you thinking about?" The low and deep male voice suddenly brought Wen Ziheng's consciousness back from afar. He was taken aback by surprise, and suddenly raised his hand to splash the water in the pool All over the body and the ground.

After the surprise, a burst of anger welled up, Wen Ziheng threw the green vegetables in his hand into the pool, turned to look at Wei Qing who walked behind him without anyone noticing, but was washed by the one who took him to wash his hands in the next second. Ye Qingxiang clamped her chin with her big hands, and then the light in front of her eyes dimmed. Wei Qing tilted her head and looked at Wen Ziheng at a distance almost touching the tip of her nose to Wen Ziheng's face.

"What were you thinking just now?" Wei Qing blew lightly on Wen Ziheng's face as if playing a prank, watching Wen Ziheng's eyes half-closed by his blowing, and his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if from his heart Sweeping, itchy, like a cat scratching inside his chest.

Wen Ziheng, who was originally full of anger, had no time to vent it, but was blown away by Wei Qing, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, he was forced to raise his head and look at Wei Qing, Wei Qing squeezed The strength of his jaw is not great, but it is not easy to break free.

"I didn't think about anything." Wen Ziheng frowned, and said displeasedly, "Stop making trouble, let go."

If Wen Ziheng had greeted Wei Qing's face and shoulders with his fists in the past, it is a pity that his hands are still dripping with water, and the vegetables that have only been washed halfway have not been washed. Unscrupulous, he quickly moved closer and took a bite on Wen Ziheng's mouth, and said with a smile, "Shout Brother Qing to listen."

Wen Ziheng's face suddenly turned from light rain to rainstorm, and he gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence: "Wei Qing, my son and your mother are outside, so don't blame me for not letting you go down the steps in front of them. "

"Hey, why don't you call Brother Qing to listen." Wei Qing said with a coquettish tone with a low smile. It will make people feel cute, but it will look more sexy. He bit Wen Ziheng's lips halfway through the sentence, "I still remember the two years when we first met, you kept calling me brother Qing. Are you shy? Start calling me by first name and last name."

Wen Ziheng was so dazed by Wei Qing's proficient kissing skills that he leaned against Wei Qing's arms limply. He didn't understand that he and Wei Qing had made out hundreds if not thousands of times. Why did Wei Qing His kissing skills have been steadily improving from the beginning of the dog gnawing buns to the current proficiency, but he was led away by Wei Qing from the beginning to the end, without the slightest ability to resist.

It's just that this time Wei Qing is not so gentle, he kisses as he pleases, and likes to bite.

It was like a wild beast that had been hungry for several days finally found food, wishing to swallow Wen Ziheng's whole body, skinned and boned.

In the chaos, Wen Ziheng vaguely felt a slight tingling pain at the corner of his mouth, probably because he was bitten to pieces by Wei Qing.

This is not the first time that this kind of kissing and making out in the kitchen has appeared in the lives of Wen Ziheng and Wei Qing, but it is the first time when the atmosphere filled with red bubbles is heating up, it is interrupted by an uninvited guest from the sky. The door was ajar, and Mrs. Wei's voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of the two people in the kitchen through the crack of the door.

Wen Ziheng, who had reacted, ignored the water and vegetable leaves in his hands, and suddenly reached out to push Wei Qing who was holding him away. Unexpectedly, Wei Qing slammed into the refrigerator door, and looked out of the kitchen. A howling storm was almost brewing.

"Xiaoqing, come out for a moment, and I'll tell you something." Madam Wei's voice was about to fall, and she appeared outside the kitchen door. Qing beckoned and said, "Let Xiaowen work in the kitchen first, and we mother and son say a few words... Hey son, why do you look so ugly?"

Wei Qing endured and endured, and then reluctantly put back the emotions that were on the verge of eruption, and tried to squeeze out a stiff smile, and her tone of voice became strange: "Mom, just say what you have to say here."

"Why are you so stubborn, kid..." Mrs. Wei looked at Wen Ziheng in embarrassment, and kept waving her hands in mid-air, "Come here if I tell you to, why are there so many nonsense."

Wen Ziheng naturally understood the meaning of Mrs. Wei's words, pushed Wei Qing and said, "Go."

"I'll be back soon." Wei Qing said.

Wen Ziheng chuckled: "I didn't ask you to go to the battlefield, what are you talking about so tragically?"

Wei Qing didn't speak anymore, followed the worried Mrs. Wei to the bathroom without saying a word, and watched Mrs. Wei carefully lock the door. In fact, Wei Qing was not very happy that Mrs. Wei did this, as if she regarded Wen Ziheng as a Outsiders are isolated from their small circle, but to Wei Qing, Wen Ziheng is the closest person in his life both physically and spiritually, and he doesn't like this very much.