Three smiles

This idea only rolled in Wei Cong's mind for a while, and then disappeared. After all, Wei Guangyao is no longer a joke, he is also his nephew, and it doesn't make sense for him to be bullied by others, even if this person is called Wang Sanxiao.

Wei Cong acted as eager as an eyebrow, and ordered his subordinates to step on the accelerator to the maximum. However, in the downtown area of ​​Beijing, no matter how good your driving skills are, you would not dare to drive like this, and you are not a taxi driver.

When he arrived at the health care club, Wang Sanxiao was already tired from beating. He was lying on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth and playing with his mobile phone. He held a fiery red leather whip in his hand. Thinking of it, he whipped Wei Guangyao.

Asking others to guard the door, Wei Cong pushed the door open, his blood pressure soared immediately, he saw Wang Sanxiao raised one foot, his big leather boots stepped on Wei Guangyao's white and tender back, and the stars Mr. Wei, who has lived like holding the moon for 20 years, is now covered in bruises and tied into an M shape with a red rope. He is lying on the carpet with lost eyesight and drooling mouth and nose. Baihen, this...

Wei Cong was startled and angry, and said in a deep voice, "Three smiles, isn't this too much?"

Wang Sanxiao lazily leaned on the sofa, looked up at him, and stretched out a hand. His fingers were white and slender, and the five fingertips were clean and tidy, like peeled wild rice stems. He held a goblet upside down, shook it twice, and a drop of red wine dripped down the side of the bottle. He narrowed his eyes and said with a leisurely smile, "So what?"

Wei Cong paused, staring at Wang Sanxiao's fingers, and said calmly, "Guangyao is still an ignorant child, and San Shao's education should be taken for granted, but if you teach too much, I will not be able to do it." Tell my brother..."

"I care about you?" Wang Sanxiao suddenly choked him, grabbed the red wine bottle, poured a glass of wine slowly, stretched out his long arms, and sent it to Wei Cong from a distance, provocatively, "I invite President Wei to drink A glass of wine, does Mr. Wei dare to drink it?"

No matter how insane Wang Sanxiao is, he would never invite himself to drink for no reason. Wei Cong stared at the wine glass in front of him, and a guess that made him extremely irritable, his quiet eyes gradually darkened, he raised his eyes, and looked at Wang Sanxiao With a strong chest under the open shirt, he asked softly, "He...prescribed medicine to plot against you?"

"Smart," Wang San smiled appreciatively, but the smile was fleeting. With a crackling sound, the goblet shattered on the wall, and the red wine dyed the white wall mottled.

Wang Sanxiao stood up suddenly like a mania, and kicked Wei Guangyao on the ground, abruptly kicking the man who was already in a state of anger.

Hit again and die! ! !Wei Cong's complexion changed, he strode forward, hugged Wang Sanxiao's body, and pulled him to the side. Wang Sanxiao seemed to be suffering from rabies, with boundless strength, growling and wanting to continue violence, Wei Cong had no choice but to Go all out, hug him tightly, palms together, cheek to cheek, hold his hands and cut behind him.

Wang Sanxiao tripped over the wine bottle, lost his balance instantly, and leaned back. Wei Cong was caught off guard, and the two fell onto the carpet hugging each other.

"Damn it!" Wang San laughed and cursed, getting ready to hit the back of his head on the ground. Unexpectedly, Wei Cong probably didn't look through the almanac when he went out, and happened to stretch out a hand obliquely, and it was properly used as a meat pad.

The back of his head did not suffer the impact he imagined, Wang Sanxiao turned his head in bewilderment, and saw Wei Cong's hand was pressed behind his head by himself, the pain made his facial features distorted.

He turned pale with shock: "Boss Wei, are your hands useless?"

With ten fingers connected to his heart, Wei Cong was so painful that his internal organs were almost dislocated, and there was a voice next to his ear that was clearly gloating. Gritting his back molars, he sneered in a calm voice: "Thanks to you, it's not broken yet. Is your epileptic seizure over?"

"Hahaha," Wang San smiled and fell down. He seemed to have become kinder. He rolled to the side, raised his upper body and leaned against the sofa, and sat leisurely with one leg bent back against the sofa. He laughed loudly, "Wei In short, if you are really annoyed, just blow it out, look at this appearance that almost suffocates the heart, I feel very sorry to see it."

"..." Wei Cong tried his best to make himself forget the pain, propped his elbows on the ground, got up, looked at his mouth that was determined not to utter a word, suddenly lost his mind.

——He never had the intention to count the years, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that time had passed by for a long, long time, so long that he could not remember the last time Wang Sanxiao smirked and made sarcastic remarks like this.

The atmosphere was strangely awkward, the two looked at each other, each pondering the little secrets they didn't want the other to know, after a long while, Wei Guangyao on the ground suddenly let out a groan that seemed as though he was going loose.

Wang Sanxiao came back to his senses in a flash. He got up and sat back on the big sofa as if nothing had happened. Let Mr. Wei come to complain to your nephew."

When we mentioned WeChat, Wei Cong laughed angrily, thinking that of course you are not complaining, as for the sexy nude photo of the little prodigal son you sent, it was purely to make me feel uncomfortable.

Thinking so, the words came out a lot more kindly: "It's Guangyao's fault for daring to drug the third young master. This child is spoiled. I hope that the third young master will take the child home for Wei's sake." Go, close the door and educate yourself."

"Haha, Mr. Wei is indeed a businessman," Wang Sanxiao smirked twice, stretched out his foot to fiddle with Wei Guangyao's swollen and bruised little brother who was still stubbornly erect, and said coolly, "It's just that if today is not my luck Well, now it's me lying on the ground like a bitch!"

Wei Cong's heart twitched, and his breathing immediately became rapid. His eyes fell on Wei Guangyao who was in a state of embarrassment. For a moment, he almost couldn't control himself.

Staring at Wei Guangyao's white back covered with red marks, for a long while, Wei Cong looked away blankly, looked at Wang San with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Guangyao is too wrong, I will ask him to give San Shao a definite answer." of."

"That's not necessary, I'm afraid Mr. Wei will answer my little life," Wang San smiled coolly, lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a deep breath, and casually touched a few pieces of paper in the lingering smoke. , handed it over, "Boss Wei finds a good day and auspicious day, just sign this."

Wei Cong took the paper and read it with a frown in the dim light of the clubhouse, almost laughing out of anger: "Third Young Master, are you trying to take advantage of the fire?"

"Look at what you said," Wang San smiled like an old cat fishing, showing a covetous yet determined smile, "I just hope Mr. Wei can relax and give my client a chance to make a deal."

""Song Guo Xixi Mountain Autumn Ji Picture Scroll" is a gift from my father," Wei Cong emphasized, "How could I sell it so easily?"

Wang Sanxiao glanced at him lazily, and said coolly, "Could it be that Mr. Wei would rather use this painting as compensation for Mr. Wei's next crime?"

"You..." Wei Cong struggled for a long time with a mouthful of old blood pouring into his throat, he sighed in pain, and muttered, "Guangyao, this child... is really ignorant!"

After finishing speaking, he handed the transaction contract back to Wang Sanxiao, and said with a wry smile, "Arrange your client to have tea together someday."

A bright smile bloomed on Wang San's smiling face. He took the contract, kissed it firmly on his face, and laughed at Yan Yan: "There is absolutely no reason not to look down on such a precious ancient painting. Just wait and count the money."

Wei Cong took off his coat and bent down to cover Wei Guangyao's body. His movements suddenly paused. He lowered his head and looked at the skillful rope skills. ?”

"Hmm," Wang San smiled smugly, squatted down with a cigarette in his mouth, patted Wei Guangyao's unconscious face, looked up at Wei Cong, jokingly, "How does Mr. Wei feel?"

Wei Cong stared into his eyes, smiled slowly, and praised softly: "Your skills are naturally excellent."

"Thank you for the compliment," Wang Sanxiao smiled calmly.

It is rumored that Wang Sanxiao has a big heart and doesn't care about anything. This is actually a state of extreme selfishness--except for himself, the rest of the world are all unimportant trash, what is there to care about of.

However, Wang Sanxiao knew that he was narrow-minded. If others were narrow-minded, then he would be narrow-minded, so when he realized that Wei Guangyao dared to make up his mind, he would have been mad. It was Wei Cong's nephew, and he dared to abolish him.

So he was stripped and beaten, and then took a few nude photos and videos, which could not appease his anger at all. Seeing Wei Cong beckon his subordinates to come in and hug Wei Guangyao, Wang Sanxiao suddenly stepped forward, holding Wei Guangyao up. His hand slapped Wei Guangyao's face twice.

With great strength, he pulled Wei Guangyao back from the dying state twice. When he managed to open his eyes swollen from crying, Wang San smiled grinningly, leaned over, approached his face, and said softly: " Your Seventh Uncle loves you and came all the way to beg for mercy, so I can't help but give him face, but you really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and you are annoying."

Wei Guangyao was terrified, struggled to shrink back, and screamed in a hoarse voice, "You... what are you going to do?"

"I'll leave a thought for you, so that when you think about me next time, you should weigh up your abilities," Wang San smiled lightly, squeezed the cigarette butt from his lips, and suddenly pressed it hard On Wei Guangyao's collarbone.

"Ahhhhh..." A miserable cry of pain erupted.

Wei Cong frowned, and shouted in a deep voice, "Wang Sanxiao, why are you crazy!"

Wang Sanxiao threw the cigarette butt with the smell of burning human flesh into the ashtray, turned around, waved his hand very gracefully, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, Mr. Wei should go back to rest as soon as possible, good night, goodnight!"

After all, he raised his leg and walked away very chicly.

Looking at his swaying back, Wei Cong bit his tongue involuntarily, and there was a strange gleam in his eyes that had always been calm.

However, Wang Sanxiao doesn't care what other people think. He originally came to the appointment with the intention of watching a good show, but he didn't expect to be offended by the bold Wei Guangyao, but at least he accepted Sang Yu and took some from Wei Cong. Compensation, so when Wang Sanxiao walked out of the clubhouse, he was still very happy.

Having been in society for so many years, he is well versed in the principle of long nights and many dreams, so early the next morning, he took Mu Xixi with him and went straight to the agreed tea house.

The tea house is quaint, and there is still a tea ceremony performance in the hall outside. A group of beautiful boys and girls dressed in white traditional costumes slowly perform incense and tea cooking amidst the elegant sound of Guqin.

Mu Xixi's youthful heart, he liked it very much when he saw this, and he wanted to stop and sit and appreciate it. Wang San smiled and pulled him away with his arms around his shoulders, and said with a smile: "These are all mere formalities. I am interested in the tea ceremony, I will take you to see a good one next time, and now the Chinese tea art is revived, and such performances often occur."

"Okay," Mu Xixi said happily, "but I want to see you perform even more."

"Oh boy, you really know how to think about it," Wang San laughed. "It's a pity that I am good at literature and martial arts, but I can't perform tea ceremony. If you really want to see it, I can barely perform boiling water to make Lipton black tea."

Mu Xixi laughed loudly, "Brother Xiao, you are so funny."

The waiter of the teahouse opened the small door, and the two bent down and walked into the private room. Wei Cong took Zhao Liang and was already waiting inside. Seeing the two coming in, he put down his teacup and stood up, as if nothing unpleasant happened last night , smiled politely: "Zhao Liang and I are still guessing whether you were fascinated by watching the performance outside."

"I'm just an ordinary person, I can't play with that elegance." Wang San smiled and waved his hand, put his arm on Mu Xixi's shoulder, pointed to Wei Cong who was opposite him, and introduced to him, "Xixi, this is the treasure master Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei, this little friend is surnamed Mu, and he has been admiring the "A Picture Scroll of Autumn in Mountains and Streams" in your hand for a long time."

Wei Cong stretched out his hand: "Mr. Mu is young and talented, extraordinary."

Mu Xixi grabbed Wei Cong's hand very politely, and said flatteringly: "Just call me Xixi, and Mr. Wei, don't be too polite. What are you talking about, young talents? I hope you don't call me an idiot in the future. alright."

"..." Wang Sanxiao stood by the side, wondering what this idiot is talking about?