Three smiles

The invitation has already been humbled to this point, and it would be too embarrassing to refuse, Wang San looked at Wei Cong with a smile, and nodded reservedly, "Okay."

Wei Cong smiled warmly, turned to look at Wei Guangyao and his row of punks, his face suddenly darkened, Wei Guangyao was very good at observing words and expressions, jumped up and kicked one of them, and shouted: "Why are you squatting stupidly, get out of here quickly!" Trash! Garbage! Bastard!"

Wang Sanxiao gracefully covered his mouth with a handkerchief, lowered his head and coughed, Wei Cong raised his eyes, looked at his silly nephew, and said calmly: "Who taught you to speak swear words? I don't know what's good or bad, disturbed the third young master all night, just ran away like this gone?"

The punks immediately took back their fleeing footsteps, came back in small steps, nodded and bowed their heads: "Third Young Master, you have a lot of adults, don't be as knowledgeable as us, just treat us as farts, and let us go..."

Wei Cong frowned, and Wei Guangyao immediately kicked him over: "Why did you talk to Third Young Master?"

"It's nothing." Wang San smiled and waved his hands: "Get lost."

"Thank you Third Young Master, thank you Mr. Wei..." The little gangster was kicked and ran away scrambling.

Wei Guangyao leaned in front of Wei Cong with a flattering smile, and acted like a pig with a face like a dye shop: "Seventh Uncle, look at my clothes are all dirty, it's cheaper to walk with you."

"So?" Wei Cong asked lightly.

"So let Mr. Wei go home?" Wang Sanxiao answered with interest, peeled a pistachio and stuffed it into Wei Guangyao's mouth, smiling sweetly, "Then what's the point of having this meal with your seventh uncle?" where?"

Wei Guangyao numbly held the pistachio in his mouth, his lips accidentally touched his cold fingertips, his whole body was shocked, his eyes looked straight at his smiling eyes and thin lips, his cheeks turned red quietly.

Wei Cong frowned slightly.

Wang Sanxiao didn't take it seriously, and patted Wei Guangyao's face affectionately, but his voice was so cold that he said, "Little bastard, don't always think about running away, you disturbed my good night's dream, I have to have a big heart, Can I let you fly freely?"

Wei Guangyao was full of resentment, turned to Wei Cong, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw his seventh uncle looking intently at Wang Sanxiao, the gleam in his eyes could be called... gentleness?

Hold!What did I find? ? ?

Wei Cong took the two of them to a private restaurant, where they ordered chicken soup dumplings, red bean dumplings, sweet-scented sweet-scented taro seedlings and other sweet and sticky things.

Wei Guangyao looked at the cage of small buns in front of him gloomyly, and deeply realized what it means to be unable to eat. It's fine if the food doesn't suit your appetite, at worst, go home and ask the nanny to make a delicious meal.But the Wang Sanxiao on the opposite side was just pretending to be a criminal, he didn't know what it was called, so he went downhill!

"Guangyao," Wei Cong said flatly, "you have become more and more daring recently. The incident of stealing the painting has not passed yet, and you dare to intercept the third young master in the middle of the night. He is your grandfather's guest. Go back and sue you in front of the old man. You The good times are over."

Wei Guangyao was greatly aggrieved when he heard the words, he lifted his shirt, pointed at the bruised flesh on his ribs, and shouted: "I haven't sued him yet, you beat me up like this!!!"

Wang San smiled and took a look, surprised: "Oh, it's really distressing, look at this delicate skin and tender flesh, how did you get hurt like this, tsk tsk..."

Wei Guangyao choked when he didn't come up, roaring with all his heart: What the hell are you pretending to be?You were the one who led someone to beat you up! ! !

"Guangyao, put down your clothes," Wei Cong said, "Third Young Master is huge, don't care about your evil deeds, why don't you apologize to Third Young Master?"

Wang Sanxiao sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, looked at him with a smile, and didn't mean to refuse at all.

"..." Wei Guangyao put down his clothes with extreme sadness, touched his wound, and thought that Uncle Seven must have been lowered, why his elbow was thrown out, and he must report to his father when he turned back. Let Dad make a good run on this little old seven in business.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Thinking of this, he picked up his wine glass and hummed reluctantly: "Third Young Master, I was wrong. I don't know Taishan with my eyes. You adults don't remember the faults of villains, don't forget Go with your heart."

Wang Sanxiao raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said coolly: "It's my fault, the young master of the Wei family has a noble status, how can he apologize to me?"

Wei Cong yelled: "Guangyao, you have to look like you're apologizing when you apologize, stand up!"

"!!!" Wei Guangyao was full of resentment that was about to explode, he stood up disheveledly, walked to Wang Sanxiao, bent down, offered a glass of wine, and said in a low voice, "Third Young Master, I know I was wrong... "

Wang Sanxiao held a soup dumpling calmly, bit it open, sucked up the boiling hot soup creakingly, and smiled gracefully and modestly at Wei Cong: "Everyone knows that to eat soup dumpling, you should 'lift it gently, slowly Move slowly, open the window first, and then drink the soup', but it is not so easy to make, because making soup dumplings pays attention to the thin skin and big, delicious marinade. If you are careful, it is easy to tear the dough, and all the good marinade will be drained, which is really a pity."

Wei Cong also picked up a soup dumpling with him, the dough stuck to the straw mat of the steamer, he held the navel and shook it lightly a few times, lifted the soup dumpling easily, put it into the vinegar dish, and said with a smile: " It seems that this one is not bad, although the skin is very thin, but it is not easy to break when clamped."

"It depends on the skill of the chef," Wang Sanxiao ate a soup dumpling slowly, and scooped up a spoonful of candied taro seedlings, and said in surprise as if he had just seen Wei Guangyao, "Hey, Mr. Wei , why are you standing next to me, the food is not to your liking?"

"No no, this meal is delicious," Wei Guangyao suppressed his anger, with bitter tears in his stomach, he raised the wine glass in front of him, and flattered him against his will, "How do you feel after eating?"

Wang San smiled and took the wine glass amiably: "The breakfast that Mr. Wei invited is naturally excellent." He raised the glass and took a sip, and said pleasantly, "It's still the authentic sweet-scented osmanthus winter wine!"

"The winter solstice is as big as the year," Wei Cong explained kindly, "The owner of this restaurant is from Suzhou. Every year around the winter solstice, he brews some wine to drink."

Wei Guangyao returned to his seat and listened to the conversation between the two, his teeth were sour. He stared lifelessly at the smirk on Wang Sanxiao's face, secretly thinking about how to take revenge It's such a shame and humiliation, it's really a gentleman not to avenge this revenge, hum!

After eating the last taro seedling, Wang Sanxiao put down his spoon, "Thank you, President Wei, for your hospitality."

"Just be happy," Wei Cong said in a low voice, looking into Wang Sanxiao's eyes, "You've been busy all night, you're tired, your eyes are bloodshot."

Wang San smiled and rubbed his eyes: "It's nothing, just put some eye drops later."

Wei Cong suddenly chuckled nonchalantly: "The red ones are also very pretty, and they have really turned into peach blossom eyes."

Wang San smiled and paused.

Wei Cong suddenly felt a little annoyed, and the atmosphere in the private room gradually cooled down. He changed the subject in embarrassment: "The painting "Song Li Gonglin and Huayan in Disguise" that you hooked up with last time, the more my father admired it, the more he liked it. Let me convey my thanks to you and the Eight Wise Kings."

"Oh, is that so?" Wang San replied absently with a smile, and glanced at the messy tabletop, "Then what... since we're done eating, let's leave... well, next time I have a chance, I'll treat you to dinner again. "

"well."

The three parted ways at the entrance of the restaurant, watching Wang Sanxiao's Bentley disappear into the traffic on the street, Wei Cong turned his face away, without looking at Wei Guangyao, and walked towards his car.

Wei Guangyao followed him step by step, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Seventh Uncle, why do you need to be so polite to Wang Sanxiao? Didn't the pretender rely on his father to raise a few good bodyguards? Cut, no matter how awesome they are , is just an antique broker, a pimp, dare to play tricks with our Wei family?"

The black Cayenne slowly slid in front of him, Wei Cong held the car door, turned his head, and looked at him puzzledly: "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, don't worry, I won't make a big deal, isn't he going to cut me up?" Wei Guangyao spat on the ground, and said harshly, "Master wants to pierce his asshole, fuck! How dare you?" Give me such a great humiliation, I will not avenge this revenge, I swear that I will not be a human... Ah!" Before he could finish speaking, a sudden force struck Wei Guangyao, who was pinned to the car by his neck, and his face turned pale with shock.

Wei Cong pressed his fingers hard, he lowered his head and approached Wei Guangyao, black air lingered between his brows.

"Seven...seven..." Wei Guangyao rolled his eyes in horror. His throat was stuck and he couldn't speak. He was horrified to find that Uncle Qi, who had always been silent and gentle, had murderous intent in his eyes.

This abnormal movement lasted only three seconds, Wei Cong gradually let go of his hand, took out a handkerchief from his suit and calmly wiped his palm, and said softly, "Wang Sanxiao is not someone you can move, don't kill yourself."

Wei Guangyao was terrified, and took a step back tremblingly. At that moment, the threat of death was so close to him. Even when he was pushed down by Wang Sanxiao and beaten violently, he didn't have such hopeless fear. He looked at him in horror. Wei Cong, as if he had become a lunatic.

"Huh?" Wei Cong raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently, "Do you remember?"

"Remember...remember," Wei Guangyao nodded tremblingly.

"That's good." Wei Cong took a look at his rags and hapless appearance, and said calmly, "I sent someone to take your car for repairs, and I won't be able to get it back for a while. Let's calm down for a few days."

Wei Guangyao was still in shock, he nodded vigorously whenever he said anything, lest he would accidentally irritate him and give him a chokehold again.

"Go home," Wei Cong threw the handkerchief on his face, got into the car, slammed the door, the Cayenne started silently, and disappeared gracefully before his eyes.

The pungent exhaust gas flowed into his nostrils, Wei Guangyao snapped back to his senses, grabbed the handkerchief, wondering if he was dreaming just now?Oh my god, how could Seventh Uncle...he...he was really lowered! ! !

Throwing the handkerchief on the ground in distaste, Wei Guangyao strode out, suddenly stopped, turned back and picked up the handkerchief, looked at the clean fabric in his palm, and felt a little doubt in his heart—what era is this? , Uncle Qi still carries this kind of thing with him... Wait, Wang Sanxiao seems to have this weird habit too...

He gradually clenched his palms, secretly calling the whole damn madman!