Three smiles

After sending the little assistant away, there were only the two of them left in the big single room. The winter sunlight came in from the window, casting a bright light spot on the wall. Wei Cong looked at Wang Sanxiao who was lying on the sofa, There was a hint of warmth in my heart for no reason, and I asked softly: "How is your injury? Does it still hurt when you sleep at night?"

"It's almost fine, it doesn't hurt," Wang Sanxiao replied briefly, and continued to play with his mobile phone with his head down, as if he was really just here to use the wireless network.

Wei Cong has long been used to his yin and yang eccentricity, occasionally hearing him speak so succinctly, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and said with a smile: "I heard Ba Qiansui say in the morning that you seem to have joint pain when you sleep at night. Is your injury serious? It’s serious, it’s not light at all, you have to take good care of it, if the root cause of the disease is left, it will be a lifetime thing.”

Wang San smiled and sneered, without raising his head, he said: "Don't bother Mr. Wei, you have time to worry about whether I hurt or not, why don't you take care of yourself, don't take off the circle of shame at that time, only to find that you have grown up Crooked neck, then there is no way to interrupt and reconnect."

Wei Cong imagined himself with a crooked neck, and couldn't help laughing, but then he thought that Wang Sanxiao already disliked him enough now, if his neck was really crooked, it would be even more impossible to repair the old one. So the smile was a little bit bitter.

Wang Sanxiao never thought that a joke of his own could arouse so many mental activities in him, but when he looked up, Wei Cong seemed not as relaxed as when he entered the door, so he immediately felt better, and put the phone in his pocket , Grinning and began to run the train with his mouth full: "Zong Wei, the proud son of heaven, the dragon among men, even if he becomes a crooked neck, he must be the proud of heaven and the dragon with crooked neck..."

"Nonsense!" Wei Cong scolded with a smile, "You just came here to disturb me when you were bored, didn't you?"

"Look at what I said, what good does it do me to add trouble to you?" Wang Sanxiao defended solemnly, and then asked himself in his heart: I am very happy to add trouble to you.

Wei Cong didn't know him yet, he heard the words and said slowly: "I don't know what the benefits are, but it must be a lot of fun to see that the third young master is so happy with it."

"If Mr. Wei thinks this way, it's too petty." Wang San laughed and snorted, "He also said that I never get tired of it. You can figure it out yourself. Since you were hospitalized in the past few days, what trouble have I caused you? Is there a chance to make things difficult for you? Every time you don’t say a few words, the seven aunts and eight aunts of your mansion come to visit you, first your eldest sister, then your second sister, then your third brother, even that bear boy Wei Guangyao is here, hey, when you saw me, that face...it became 2D..."

Wei Cong couldn't help laughing: "Sanxiao, are you complaining that I've neglected you?"

Wang Sanxiao shut his mouth abruptly, belatedly realizing what he said, his face suddenly changed, but the haze only flashed on his face for less than a second, and he changed back to the smiling Wang Sanshao, He took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and popped out a cigarette case in his mouth, considering that this was someone else's ward, so he didn't light it up, and he held such a thin little thing in his mouth He seemed to have a very sense of security, he lazily nestled into the sofa, and said with a light smile: "Boss Wei really knows how to joke."

Wei Cong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley all of a sudden, and there was a bottomless surge in his deep eyes. He looked at Wang San with a serious smile, and said softly: "There is really no turning back between us... Landed?"

"Good question," Wang Sanxiao looked at him with a full face of admiration, and praised loudly, "Boss Wei is really smart, he immediately asked the point."

Wei Cong frowned: "You..."

"Is there no room for turning back..." Wang San smiled as if he had heard some joke, his joy was brighter than Chunhua, "You ask me if there is no room for turning back... Does Mr. Wei feel that Wang is talking to you? Playing some stupid play hard to get?"

Wei Cong sat up straight and looked at him calmly, "San Xiao, I don't believe you don't have any old feelings for me. Since the two are in love, why don't you just stay together? I have enough strength to protect our relationship now... ..."

"The two love each other?" Wang Sanxiao repeated blankly, then suddenly sneered, and said sarcastically, "Even if the two love each other, don't you still want to marry a wife and have children? Why, your beautiful girl?" The wife failed to give birth to a son and a half daughter?"

Wei Cong said in a deep voice, "It was a misunderstanding at the beginning, I never betrayed you..."

"That's enough, don't fucking disgust me, I'm afraid I can't help but give you another scoop. I only have one answer to the nonsense you said about the unforgettable old relationship, the gratification of the two, and the simply being together," Wang Sanxiao stood up, flicked the folds of the hospital gown, leaned on crutches and walked slowly to the bed, leaned over, looked at him with a half-smile for a few seconds, his thick eyelashes trembled suddenly, and stared at Wei Wei. Cong's eyes whispered softly, "Fuck your mother!"

The moment he turned around, he waved his crutches and slammed it hard, smashing the table lamp, vase, fruit plate, water cup and other decorations on the bedside table, kicked away a lampshade that had rolled to his feet, walked out of the ward, and said loudly as he walked: "You The Nanhong pendant I want has already been photographed, including the auction commission of 203.4 million, I will take 10% of the commission, and the request will be credited immediately, with a lot of money, and our entrustment relationship ends here."

After saying a word, he also walked to the door, raised his hand to hold the door handle, paused, and cruelly opened the door.

"Hey..." The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man stood outside the door, holding a thermal lunch box in both hands, and beside him was a well-dressed woman, who looked like a couple.

Probably some relative of Wei Cong again, Wang San smiled politely and nodded, walked out the door, the moment he passed by, his heart skipped a beat, he turned his head quickly, stared at the man's side face, and saw him Tall and straight, with a high nose and deep eyes, he looks like he is of Chinese and foreign mixed race.

When he wanted to take a closer look, the door of the ward had been quietly closed. Wang Sanxiao leaned on his crutches and swayed outside the door twice, thinking that it would be too embarrassing for him to turn around immediately after spitting, but if he didn't go in, that Men... Forget it, face is more important.

Standing in the corridor and blowing the cold wind for a while to wake up his brain, Wang Sanxiao wobbled back to the ward. When he opened the door, he was immediately dizzy and dizzy from the strange fragrance inside. Oxygen.

Wang Baxian was humming a little song and pouring the thick soup out of the thermos. Seeing him coming back, he said happily: "Son, come and taste the lamb bone, pork loin, crucian carp, fennel, peach kernel, and angelica dahurica soup made by Dad himself. It has been used for hundreds of years. I simmered in a small casserole for five hours, alas, my saliva is almost drooling."

Wang Sanxiao froze for two seconds at the door, thinking that there is something wrong with your taste buds?Trying to restrain the urge to run away, Wang Sanxiao walked slowly with a cane, sat at the dining table, stared at the big bowl for a long time, and found that there were no such poisonous things as scorpions and centipedes. Suspicious, this simply shows that the cooking level of the old man has reached the level of poisoning people invisible, trembling: "...Have you ever tested for poison?"

"Tsk, this silly boy," Wang Baxian looked at him lovingly, "there are all good prescriptions that Dad found on the Internet, and all of them are conducive to the recovery of fractures."

Wang San smiled seriously at his fat father, and said sadly: "Old man, how many times have I told you that I am not broken."

"Stop fucking nonsense," Wang Baxian exhausted his patience, and threw the spoon in front of him with a nasty voice, "Do you want to drink?"

Wang San smiled vigorously and raised his head: "Drink."

He took the spoon and began to drink bitterly. After filling half of the bowl with his eyes closed, he smashed his mouth, and suddenly found that this thing didn't sound very good, but it tasted unexpectedly delicious.

"Drink another bowl if it tastes good," Wang Baxian sat across from him, watching his son drink the soup lovingly, feeling that his loving father's heart was shining again.

"It's very fresh," Wang Sanxiao gave him a bowl too, "Don't just watch me drink it, you should try it too, it's delicious."

"Oh, it's so good to hit you, chirp~ chirp~" Wang Baxian sucked the mouth of the octopus twice happily, and said casually while drinking the soup, "That turtle son who beat you..."

Wang Sanxiao knew his father very well. Hearing this, he said: "You disappeared for a long time, you are going to avenge me, right? Don't get killed, and deal with the trouble at that time."

"Is father such a violent person?" Wang Baxian exuded righteousness all over his body, pointed to his fat face, and said, "Look, there are four large characters written in every pore-obey the law! Son, You have to learn this from your father."

Wang San smiled expressionlessly: "What did you do to him?"

"Hey, how do you talk? I'm just going to talk to those turtle sons about life and ideals, that's all, it's normal," Wang Baxian sucked a sheep bone, sucking the bone marrow, "I didn't expect Even this goal has not allowed me to achieve it."

Wang San was stunned with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"Either lying in the ICU, or squatting in the police station," Wang Baxian said in disbelief, "Why do you think the police are so efficient this time?"

"The people's police love the people. The police and the people are family members, and their efficiency has always been excellent. Don't talk nonsense and slander our public servants," Wang San said with a righteous face, but his heart gradually sank.

He stirred the spoon unconsciously, Wei Cong's irritable face flashed in his mind that day, his heart couldn't help but twitched, he came back to his senses, took a spoonful and put it to his mouth, but felt tired instantly.

Wang Baxian was still thinking happily: "Then I have to go to the bureau to talk to those bastard sons... Hey, son, what are you thinking? In front of Dad, who is so beautiful and delicious, you still don't want to be so cute." Can you be in a daze?"

Wang Sanxiao looked up at Fat Dad, and suddenly said out of nowhere: "I just met a man of mixed race."

"What the hell?" Wang Baxian blinked, "Son, have you become GAY? What's so crazy about mixed-race men? If you meet a mixed-race woman, you can flirt..."

"No," Wang Sanxiao didn't refute him for the first time, and murmured thoughtfully, "He's carrying a lunch box, probably to deliver food to Wei Cong, and the woman next to her is carrying an Hermes bag, which means she's not a nanny." Like...Wei Cong has a relative of mixed blood?"

Wang Baxian leaned on the back of the chair, folded his arms and looked at his son, and said indifferently: "Their rich people's family relations are very chaotic, you are fine, don't mess with that surnamed Wei, they all love the palace. Dou Gongdou, Aizhai Dou Zhaidou, let's not delay our bright future."

Hearing his father's strange words, Wang San smiled and turned around in his mind a few times, without saying much, he just replied: "I know."

"A relative of mixed blood..." Wang Baxian thought for a while, "He has a half-brother who is Russian."

Wang San was stunned with a smile: "Half father, half mother? Old man, your term is really fresh."

"You know a ball," Wang Baxian despised him, rolled up his sleeves, and said vividly, "This is a secret of a wealthy family. Not many people know about it. The beautiful wife is not very honest, she flirts with the medical soldiers around her, so angry that the eldest lady left the Soviet Union, lived in the Soviet Union for many years, and even adopted a local child, who will be Wei Laoqi's eldest brother after bringing him back to China, The old man has complicated feelings for the eldest lady. Although the two divorced later, they still put up with this adoptive son at the beginning. This eldest brother Wei is a cook, and he has a unique secret recipe. Braised shark's fin is delicious..."

"Okay, okay, wipe your saliva," Wang Sanxiao interrupted him, and the appearance of the mixed-race man appeared in his mind, "How old is Boss Wei?"

"I just passed my [-]th birthday the year before last, and I set up [-] tables of flowing water seats in my restaurant. The most delicious dish is the sea cucumber with scallions. The juice is thick and delicious, fresh and smooth..."

Wang Sanxiao pondered in a low voice: "So his grandson..."

"Hey, the brat is only twenty-eight years old, and it's the age of youth that drives you..."

"Hey you..." Wang San smiled and looked at his fat father dumbfounded, "Why do you get so excited when you mention their family?"

Wang Baxian patted the table: "The question is on the right track. When your broken leg is healed, Dad will take you to have a meal and beat the teeth, and you will know why I am so excited."

"His family runs a restaurant?" Wang Sanxiao suddenly thought of the very delicious meal on the day of the auction preview, and met Mu Xixi by chance, and grabbed Fat Dad's wrist, "What's his grandson's name?"

"Hey, talk well, why are you still talking about it?" Wang Baxian thought for a while, "It should be called Wei...Wei Xu?"

Wang Sanxiao stood up abruptly: "I'll fuck Wei Cong!"

"Oh my dear boy," Wang Baxian was taken aback by his violent movements, rubbing his chest and accusing, "You have too much taste!"