Three smiles

No wonder he felt very familiar when he passed by that mixed-race man. It turned out that he was three points similar to Mu Xixi. So...Mu Xixi is Wei Xu...is the grandson of Boss Wei...is Wei Cong's... nephew?

Fuck!

Wei Cong's grandson is so old!

Wang Sanxiao was lying on the bed, staring at the dots of light reflected by the moonlight on the wall, his whole body was in a bad mood, and he was full of thoughts: Wei Cong's grandson is so old... Wei Cong's grandson is so big...

He sighed faintly, Wei Cong's grandson is so old, yet he is still single!

"Son, if there is anything you can't think about, you can tell me, and the long sighs in the middle of the night can't tell Dad to sleep?" Wang Baxian's voice sounded resentful.

"Wei Cong's grandson is already this old..."

"Fuck, this big dick is worth your sighs all night?" Wang Baxian's voice suddenly rose an octave, "What is there to envy? Wei Cong's grandson is your grandson!"

In the dark night, Wang Sanxiao suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart skipped a beat, and his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about where the old man found out about him and Wei Cong. After thinking about it for a long time, he still had no clue. Because it doesn't make sense!

——With the personality of an old man, if Wei Cong knew what happened back then, the grass on Wei Cong's grave would be as tall as a person.

But if he didn't know, how could he say...

"Don't look at the age of Boss Wei, when you see your father and me, you have to respectfully call him Uncle Ba, because your father and his father are of the same generation!" Wang Baxian gave a series of reasons for boasting, and then came to a conclusion. "Isn't his grandson your grandson?"

Wang Sanxiao heaved a sigh of relief, slowly turned over, and chuckled softly: "Then I have time to talk to this grandson."

Then he had a nightmarish nightmare in which he steamed Wei Cong's grandparents' corpses in a steamer and then fried them in a frying pan. When he woke up with two big dark circles under his eyes, he was in a trance and looked numb.

Standing in the bathroom, with a wet towel on his face, Wang San smiled and raised his head, desperately trying to keep his mind blank, but his mind was still filled with: Wei Cong's grandson is this old, and I'm still single...

... This hurdle was hard to pass, and he found himself hating the passing of time like a boudoir.

"Xiaoxiao!!!" A clear and cheerful voice came, Wang Sanxiao moved his body, and the towel fell off his face. He turned his head with his face covered in water, only to see Kang Tianzhen jumping from outside with a happy face. Entering the ward, he yelled, "When can you leave the hospital? I want to go back to Nanjing to drink wontons!"

Wang San smiled and moved his injured leg, feeling that it was not as uncomfortable as before: "You mentioned that, and I suddenly thought about it, let's leave the hospital today and go back to Nanjing."

"...Huh?" Kang Tianzhen was stunned for a moment, supported his shoulders with both hands, looked up at his dark circles, his clear eyes were full of worry, "Xiaoxiao, are you unhappy?"

"You got 180 million yuan for a Nanhong pendant, how can I be happy?" Wang San smiled and pushed him away, walked slowly to the closet with a cane, took out his clothes and threw them on the bed, "Where is the old man?" , and asked him to help me with the discharge procedures, there is a flight from China Southern Airlines to Lukou Airport at 10:30, and it will arrive in Nanjing at exactly 12:30, so I can make it in time for lunch."

Kang Tianzhen didn't move, just stood there looking at him, after a while, curled his lips: "You are very wrong."

Wang San laughed when he heard the words, walked over and looked down at him, raised his hand and pinched his cheek and pulled it hard, and said with a smile: "Then how about this?"

Kang Tianzhen was tearing up, nodded stubbornly, and said sadly: "This is much more satisfying!"

Wang Baxian has always been an unreliable person, but his mobility is nothing to say. As soon as his son told him that he would go back to Nanjing to drink wontons, he was already on the plane flying back to Nanjing two hours later.

Kang Tianzhen took out a mask from his bag: "It's easy to lack water when flying, smile, let's replenish water, the water-light effect imported from Korea, incredible high-concentration essence, hydrating and moisturizing is within reach, and the mask is spicy So many, I only believe what I believe!"

"..." Wang Sanxiao stared at him dumbfounded.

However, Wang Baxian had already taken the mask away from Kang Tianzhen's hand, and while applying it on his face, he asked expectantly: "Is it really the water-glow effect? ​​My apple skin is a bit dry recently... oh, really , your thing is a little small."

"..." Wang San smiled and looked at his father's fat face, which was only half covered by the mask, and said seriously, "Old man, I feel sorry for you all of a sudden."

When he got off the plane, Wang Baxian was already allergic to gorgeousness, but he thought that he had lost his beauty, and the little red spots on his big white and fat face were just the blood on the ancient jade, the pretty color on the agate, and the color on the kiln. Gold wire...

"The white jade is slightly flawed, but it is more charming," Wang Baxian looked at it for a long time with his mobile phone as a mirror, and then came to a conclusion with satisfaction.

Kang Tianzhen looked up from the wonton bowl: "Speaking of jade, I suddenly remembered a strange thing that happened recently."

"Ok?"

"Xiaoxiao, when you were recuperating, I went to Liulichang for a visit, and found that there were a lot of Hanyu made by Bengbu workers." Kang Tian slurped the wonton soup with enthusiasm, and said inarticulately, "The shipment volume is very large. "

Wang Sanxiao stirred the small wontons in the bowl, thinking slowly, the trend of antiques is always wave after wave, after the "Ghost Valley Down the Mountain" was sold at a sky-high price, the whole world was full of blue and white flowers from Yuan Dynasty, after the excavation of Qinhuang's tomb, The whole of Beijing is full of terracotta warriors and horses, and so many Chinese jades suddenly appear...

"Where did you find the tomb of the Han Dynasty?" Wang Sanxiao asked in a low voice, "Old man, didn't you hear the news?"

"Tomb ball," Wang Baxian took a sip of the rice wine, and said angrily, "It's all Hanyu from Bengbu, what about the big tomb... brain?"

Wang Sanxiao frowned suddenly, Bengbu, Anhui... the largest collection and distribution center of high-quality antique jade in the country, it is estimated that the antique jade produced in the past 30 years since the reform and opening up exceeded the sum of ancient jade produced in China in the past 8000 years.

"This matter... There is someone behind the scenes. On the second day after you were beaten, it was said that a large Han tomb was discovered in Xiao County, and a large number of jade articles were unearthed. The next day, the whole Beijing was fucking Han jade. The jade articles Have you grown legs to run?" Wang Baxian took out his mobile phone, pulled out a few photos and handed them to his son, "Look, as soon as the news came out, Xiao County was almost dug into a basin, and these grandson thieves can't Let the ancestors have a good night's sleep."

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, not only a brave man, but also a reckless man, and a butcher, not to mention digging other people's tombs, even one's own ancestral grave. When they heard that there were antiques in them, they immediately dug them up.

Wang San laughed and scoffed, and casually glanced at the devastated hilltop on his phone, suddenly his eyes froze, he grabbed the phone, enlarged the photo, stared at the blurred figure of the young man in the inconspicuous corner for a long time, raised his eyes to look at Wang Baxian: "Where is this?"

"The antique market in Xiao County, Anhui."

"Is there a Han tomb?"

"There's a ball!" Wang Baxian said, "The first big tomb is a fake one. The release of fake news has attracted such a large number of idiots to dig the grave. If they are so stupid, if they don't kill them, who will they kill?"

Wang Sanxiao transferred the photo to his mobile phone, and when he got home, he rolled around on the big bed he hadn’t seen for a long time, took out his mobile phone, and found a missed call from Wei Cong, ignored him, and dialed another number .

No one heard.

Wang San laughed and got up and went downstairs, and saw his fat father squatting in front of the French window trimming several pots of flowers and plants. He walked over, squatted down, and found that these flowers and plants had not been seen for a month, and they were much more lush than before.

"Don't cultivate it anymore," Wang Sanxiao couldn't help but said, "The lotus petal orchid in the pot last time, what a rare native species, you forcibly cut it like a leek, and it hasn't bloomed for three years."

"You know a ball!" Wang Baxian said disdainfully, "How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? If I am willing to move the scissors on it, I will praise it. It doesn't even bloom, so I have the nerve to call it a lotus petal orchid. I've distributed the pot of leeks that don't know how to praise them to the vegetable field."

"..." Wang Sanxiao couldn't help but push Fat Dad somersaults, "So many celebrities are in vain!"

Wang Baxian's fat body fell down as soon as he was pushed, he turned from defense to attack, and swept his legs neatly on the spot. The crutch in Wang Sanxiao's hand slipped, and he fell to the ground on all fours. Get up and pounce back.

The father and son lay in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in a state of embarrassment, interlocking each other, neither would let the other go, and they both beat each other hard enough.

After a while, Wang Baxian slapped Wang Sanxiao's chin, broke free from his restraint, climbed onto the sofa with his old waist, and said bitterly, "You rebellious little bastard!"

"Haha," Wang San laughed while lying on the floor, "Old man, who are you scolding?"

"Curse me! How could this peerless king raise such a bear like you!"

Wang Sanxiao got up and walked out with a cane: "You can secretly have fun raising such an amazingly talented son like me, I want to go out for a while."

"Where are you going?" Wang Baxian tossed a winter jujube into his mouth, chewed it loudly, and asked vaguely, "Are you coming back for dinner?"

"I'm not coming back for dinner, I'm going to Anhui."

"Damn it...cough cough cough..." Wang Baxian roared, clutching his chest and coughing earth-shatteringly.

Wang San was startled with a smile, quickly turned back, and patted the old man's back: "Choking? Come, drink some water?"

"No... cough cough... no..." Wang Baxian waved his hands vigorously, and said with difficulty, "You pat hard... cough... cough cough..."

"Why is it so choking..."

Wang Sanxiao patted it hard a few times, only to hear Wang Baxian cough out a small date pit, pointing at the pit and furiously said, "You assassin, you actually want to kill me, come on, come on!" Break me into pieces!"

"..." Wang Sanxiao stood speechless for a while, seeing that the old man was still full of energy, obviously not caught by the rebellious assassin, so he turned around and left in peace, and said coolly, "Drink more hot water , Listen to your broken voice."

Wang Baxian threw the jujube stone into the trash can and cursed softly: "You little bastard!"

"I heard it all!"

"Just to let you hear," Wang Baxian looked at his back and raised his voice, "It's almost Chinese New Year, what are you doing in Anhui?"

The phone rang suddenly, Wang Sanxiao looked at the word Wei Cong flashing on the screen, and said calmly: "Seeking revenge."