Three smiles

Wang Sanxiao liked Mu Xixi very much, and beckoned the waiter to add another chair to his table, Mu Xixi walked over with hands and feet, and laughed: "Brother Xiao, I...I have something else to do, so I won't bother you. "

Wang San smiled and looked at him in surprise, "You are a 16-year-old minor, why are you busier than me all day long?"

Mu Xixi said confidently: "I love learning."

Wang Sanxiao raised his wrist to check the time, and said slowly: "It's two o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday, what are you studying in a private restaurant?"

Mu Xixi made a vegetable chopping gesture: "Learn to cook."

"Oh?" Wang San smiled shocked, looking at this handsome doll-like face, completely unable to imagine him wearing an apron and holding a spoon, he said in surprise, "You know a lot, kid."

"As the saying goes: If you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach," Mu Xixi said with a smug face, "My current cooking skills may be able to catch a company of men."

Wang Sanxiao was amused by him, patted the table and scolded with a smile: "Running the train with your mother's mouth full, why are you arresting a man from a company? Can you play "Soldier Assault" for you?"

"Oh, that's not okay, I hate Xu Sanduo," Mu Xixi said more and more vigorously, holding Wang Sanxiao's hand, and said excitedly, "Brother Xiao, when you come to my house, I will cook for you myself !"

Wang San smiled brightly: "Seriously?"

"Then..." Just as Mu Xixi was about to agree, Wei Cong suddenly shook his hand, and the wine glass in his hand slipped down, knocking over the jug on the table, and the oval jug rolled on the table like a spinning top , poured the sweet and sour rice wine out in a semicircle, and sprayed it straight at Mu Xixi like a hidden weapon.

Mu Xixi quickly retreated, but was still splashed all over his pants, "I'll fuck it..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Wei Cong quickly stood up, grabbed the wet towel on the table, pressed it on his pants, quickly wiped it back and forth, and apologized repeatedly, "It's all because of my carelessness, Mr. Mu, you ..."

Mu Xixi watched helplessly as his crotch, which had only a few wine stains, was wiped as if he had pissed his pants, and he was dumbfounded.

Wei Cong said without sincerity: "Your trousers are no longer available, go and change them. I apologize to you for my recklessness."

Mu Xixi: "..."

Wei Cong looked at him with a smile: "I'm really sorry."

"You're just..." Mu Xixi looked up indignantly, then shivered the moment he met his gaze, quickly lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "It's...it doesn't matter, I... I'm going to change my pants..."

Holding the wine glass, Wang Sanxiao watched Mu Xixi run away in tears, his eyes slid back to the sweet and greasy rice wine on the table, and said with a half-smile: "We used to say that weak scholars can't carry shoulders or carry baskets. In general, you are much weaker than that scholar, you have reached the point where you can't hold a cup in your hand."

Wei Cong was beckoning the waiter to come over and wipe the table. Hearing this, he said confidently, "Maybe I drank too much and my hands were shaking."

"I never knew Mr. Wei could drink so lightly," Wang Sanxiao drank the remaining wine in his glass slowly, and unconsciously licked the traces of wine on his lower lip, "Sipping a few glasses of rice wine can also make you drunk." Shaking hands."

Wei Cong stared at his scarlet tongue, and said in a low voice, "Third Young Master, haven't you heard that everyone who is not drunk with wine..."

Wang San smiled and his face sank.

Wei Cong quickly swallowed the last word into his stomach, paused for two seconds, and smiled softly: "Wei is too drunk and speaks abruptly, which made San Shao laugh."

A little waiter dressed like blue and white porcelain quickly disposed of the remaining wine on the table, picked up the wine jug, and asked softly, "The wine is empty, would you like some more?"

Wei Cong said, "One more pot..."

"No need," Wang Sanxiao casually threw the wine glass back to the table, wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, looked at the waiter, and smiled softly, "Your restaurant's dishes are very delicate and delicious, and the service is also thoughtful and considerate, you have worked hard. "

He smiled with thin lips, and when he squinted the corners of his eyes, he was infinitely warm and affectionate. Such a smile and a word of thanks made the little girl's bones soften in an instant. She looked at him with bright eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for the compliment, It is our pleasure to make our guests happy."

"There's no need to clean up here for the time being," Wei Cong said suddenly, his voice calm and indifferent, "Go down."

"...Yes, Mr. Wei," the waiter quietly retreated immediately.

Wei Cong looked at Wang San and smiled: "Today's roast duck and elbow are a bit too oily, drink some tea to clear your stomach."

"As you like," Wang San smiled with a smile on his lips. The meal was satisfying, which put him in a good mood. He tapped the beat on the table with his fingers unconsciously, hummed his barbaric little song, and looked at him casually. Looking at the decoration of the store, "This store still has a bit of artistic conception, resting on stones, plain and freehand. Speaking of which, I also thought about opening a small store like this a few years ago."

"I vaguely remember that you said it before..." Wei Cong lowered his eyes, as if searching for the past, and mused in a low voice, "How could you have the idea of ​​opening a restaurant with the third young master's identity and career?"

The waiter brought a pot of Pu-erh tea, Wang Sanxiao played with the small firewood teacup, and said with a smile: "Food, sex, sex, a normal person likes to study food, what's so strange?"

"Then why hasn't it been opened?"

Wang Sanxiao looked up at him, sneered, as if what he asked was a joke, and said to him from left to right: "I remember Mr. Wei was very resistant to his own background back then, but now he is honestly taking over the company and sharing his worries for the old man. Is the problem solved?"

Wei Cong was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and sighed softly: "In life, there will always be times when you can't help yourself."

"Time is limited, and I can't take care of hobbies and careers." Wang San smiled with a smile on his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He looked at Wei Cong indifferently, and said softly, "It depends on how to choose."

Wei Cong suddenly felt very subtly that there seemed to be something in his words, and he pondered for a while: "Three smiles, back then..."

"There are always reasons for choosing or rejecting. People are classified into high and low, and there are priorities." Wang Sanxiao interrupted him with a sneer, "I can understand it very well. Mr. Wei doesn't need to explain more."

The atmosphere quietly cooled down, the two sat opposite each other, silently finished a pot of Pu'er tea, Wang Sanxiao stood up, took his coat, turned and walked out.

Sitting at the table, Wei Cong watched his thin figure disappear from sight, his peaceful face darkened instantly, he frowned, looked indifferently at the empty restaurant, and after a while, he suddenly let out a faint sigh.

When Wang Sanxiao walked out of the restaurant, Wei Cong's driver approached him in surprise, "Third Young Master, where is Mr. Wei?"

"Inside," Wang San smiled and looked around. With his little knowledge of Beijing, he really couldn't tell where it was, so he opened the door and sat in Wei Cong's car with a carefree voice. I'll take you back to the hotel."

The driver was taken aback: "But Mr. Wei..."

Wang San glanced at him with a smile, and said coolly: "Could it be possible for your Mr. Wei to get lost at such an old age? Don't be silly, drive!"

Anyone who can be a driver for a leader is not a thing in the pool. Observing words and demeanor is the most basic professional quality. When the driver sees Wang Sanxiao's dark face, he knows that if he dares not to drive now, he will not have to take Wei's name tomorrow. salary.

As for Mr. Wei who hasn't come out yet... After running so many times with the leader, can't he see who is important?

As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, he abandoned his boss in an instant.

Back at the hotel, the Xiong brothers were playing LOL, and the pig teammate Xiong Erzheng was beaten up, screaming "Brother save me!!!"

Xiong Da, who was killing all directions, turned a deaf ear to him. When he was about to die, he reluctantly turned around to save him, and kicked him by the way, kicking Xiong Er off the stool.

"Damn it," Xiong Eryi sat on the ground, furious, "Why are you kicking me? Are you selling your teammate???"

"You are better than now when you hang up the phone..." Xiong Da said coldly, turned around and saw Wang Sanxiao who walked in with a sullen face, immediately sold his teammates - turned off the computer, "San Shao, what's wrong?"

Wang Sanxiao sat at the table, picked up a pistachio, squeezed it open, and the round nut fell out. He looked at Xiong Da thoughtfully: "Go and find out the relationship between Wei Cong and Mu Xixi."

"Yes," Xiong Da nodded.

Xiong Er sat on the ground and turned his head, surprised: "What relationship can these two have?"

"It shouldn't matter, but," Wang San murmured with a smile, "Wei Cong looked at Mu Xixi... No, forget it, don't look into it, I don't want to know about the garbage in his net bag."

The Xiong brothers looked at each other, and Monk Xiong Er and Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and said cautiously, "Third Young Master, you... what stimulated you?"

Wang San smiled and moved his eyes slowly towards him, and said in a vicious voice, "What do you want to say?"

"Your reaction now is very like..." Xiong Er's voice became smaller and smaller, "It's very like...like..."

Wang Sanxiao stretched out his hand, stroked the prickly short hair on the back of his head, and asked softly, "What does it look like?"

Xiong was single-minded: "Like being jealous!"

"Hahaha! You have vision!" Wang Sanxiao laughed three times suddenly, grabbed his neck violently with his fingers, pulled him to his face, and approached him with a smirk, "Look at my jealous posture standard?"

Xiong Er burst into tears: "Standard...standard...special standard...Third Young Master, let me go..."

Wang San smiled and kicked him over, casually took the pistachios handed over by Xiong Da and ate two, his molars clucking: "It's not impossible to say that I'm jealous of Wei Cong, But Wei Cong and Mu Xixi? This is even more outrageous than your two brothers committing adultery."

Xiong Er glanced at his elder brother and shuddered: "Fuck, I won't be able to look directly at elder brother in the future."

This funny guy...Xiong Dali didn't pay attention to him, looked at Wang San with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "Then the third young master thinks there is something wrong with these two?"

"I always feel that the two of them are hiding something from me," Wang San said with a thoughtful smile.

Xiong Dao: "Then I'll go check it out."

"Forget it, don't check," Wang San smiled, remembering what Wei Cong said on the way to the auction preview, and couldn't help but snorted, "The surname Wei feels too good about himself, so I thought I would check his privacy. Be prepared, we can only find out what he wants me to know, so I won't give him this face."

Xiong Da put on an honest face and complimented exaggeratedly: "He can't hide anything from you."

Wang Sanxiao laughed with satisfaction, feeling that he was very alert and intelligent, his IQ surpassed that of Wei Cong by several blocks, and he was intoxicated for a long time, when he suddenly remembered something: "Go and check the Nanhong pendant at the Zhaode Auction. , which collectors are interested, I have to estimate the price."