Three smiles

Wei Cong opened the car door, pushed Wang Sanxiao into the back seat, walked to the front, sat in the driver's seat, and was about to start the car when Wang Sanxiao suddenly pushed the car door, he stopped quickly, and said displeasedly: "Dangerous you... ..."

Wang Sanxiao got off the back seat, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, turned to look at him: "What are you shouting about? What's the danger if the car isn't even hot?"

"Okay, okay, my fault," Wei Cong knew that even if he quarreled with this guy, there would be no good results, so he simply admitted his mistake and leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt.

Wang San smiled and looked at the face close at hand: "Yo, you admit your mistakes so quickly? I heard that people who admit their mistakes quickly are not very sincere, otherwise how could they realize their mistakes so quickly."

"..." Wei Cong glanced at him.

Wang San smiled relentlessly and mocked: "Does Mr. Wei still think I'm unreasonable? I'm stalking you for a mistake..."

After fastening the seat belt with a click, Wei Cong reached out and grabbed his shoulder, and kissed that chattering mouth directly.

Wang San's laughter stopped abruptly, a chuckle overflowed from the corner of his eyes, he raised his hand to cover the back of his head, controlled him in front of him, and passionately kissed back.

The two kissed lingeringly for several minutes, and reluctantly let go of each other, the saliva on the lips pulled out long silver threads.

Wei Cong looked into Wang Sanxiao's eyes with a smile: "Honestly, we haven't had a meal together for a long time, so please let me invite you once, how about it?"

"Grace."

As soon as Wei Cong stepped on the gas pedal, he led Wang Sanxiao out of the community, and drove not far, before stopping in front of an old shop with a thriving business.

It was time for dinner, and there were a lot of people in front of the Braised Cuisine Building. Wei Cong struggled to find a parking space nearby under the guidance of the doorman. When he entered the restaurant, Wang Sanxiao had already ordered all the dishes.

Wei Cong looked around the shop, sat down, took a sip from a glass of sweet wine, and said with a smile, "As expected of a century-old shop, the business is still so good."

"The taste is authentic," Wang Sanxiao said lightly, "President Wei is now rooted in Nanjing, so you can come here to taste it often. From time to time, some new dishes will be introduced here, which are tastes that cannot be tasted outside."

Wei Cong said with a smile: "I took Xixi here to eat last time, this kid came for the first time, and almost couldn't stop him, so he went to apprentice in his back kitchen."

Wang San laughed loudly, thinking of the nasty things he did the night before, he suddenly realized his conscience: "I acted a little too aggressively last night, is he okay?"

"Three smiles," Wei Cong put down his wine glass, sat up straight, and said seriously, "I think you should care about me first, after all, I was hit much harder than him last night."

"Hey, are you acting good when you get a bargain?" Wang San pointed at his nose with a smile and scolded, "Do you know how much my little buddy pays for a night? Speaking out scares you to death!"

Wei Cong smirked: "I don't care how much he spends for one night, I just want to know, Third Young Master, you for one night..."

"No money," Wang San smiled, leaning forward, leaning over the table and leaning towards him, winking like silk, exhaling like blue, "just need a hard, straight, fiery ivory king kong Prong, does Mr. Wei have any?"

"..." Wei Cong really wanted to put him on the bed immediately, and unrestrainedly pulled off his pants to show him his ivory prongs that are not only hard, protruding, hot, but even non-stop.

But when these words came out of his mouth, there was a hint of danger no matter how they sounded. After thinking about it, Wei Zong felt that the most likely thing for him was to be cut off after being enjoyed by him.

Wang San smiled and patted the table and laughed loudly: "Look at you idiot!"

The waiter served four dishes and one soup one by one, and Wei Cong served Wang Sanxiao a bowl of Pingqiao tofu soup, put it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Now I am a legitimate and domineering president, if the third young master always calls me an idiot , I’m going to bring 72 employees of our company to seek an explanation from the third young master.”

Wang San smiled and took a bite of tofu soup. The umami taste of ham and the fragrance of tofu mingled between his teeth. He couldn't help but feel good, and looked at him with a smile: "Oh? What is Mr. Wei planning to ask for?"

Wei Cong said arrogantly: "Only my wife can scold me."

"Hey! Are you waiting for me here?" Wang San smiled at him, "Eat yours!"

The two ate and drank, and chatted until ten o'clock in the evening. When they walked out of the cooking building, a car passed by. Wei Cong took Wang Sanxiao into his arms and glared at the headlights of the car as he walked away: "Young people today It's too unreasonable to drive!"

Wang Sanxiao came out of his arms, and squinted at him: "Actually, I'm a little confused right now."

"Ok?"

Wang Sanxiao raised the interlocking hands of the two of them, and shook them in front of his eyes: "Mr. Wei used to dare not even walk in the same way as me in public places, why is he so bold now? I'm not afraid of being sent by Brother Ling Candid filming?"

The smile in Wei Cong's eyes gradually receded, he looked intently at Wang Sanxiao's eyes, opened his mouth, feeling his mouth was full of bitterness, after a while, he said softly, "San Xiao, I'm sorry."

"Haha," Wang San laughed out loud, "Why do you apologize for being so foolish?"

Wei Cong took his hand with both hands, put it on his lips and kissed it: "I came out of the cage of the Wei family, and I realized how ridiculous I was before."

"Is it ridiculous? Hengyun Group's assets are tens of billions, and anyone will be tempted."

"But not everyone would humiliate their lover for this." Wei Cong stared into Wang Sanxiao's eyes, "San Xiao, I apologize to you for what I did before, please, give me another chance."

The two looked at each other for a long time, Wang Sanxiao slightly looked away, and said with a smile, "I won't give you a third chance to humiliate me."

Wei Cong sighed silently.

The night wind turned cold, and the warm yellow light of the street lamp enveloped the two of them. Wang Sanxiao raised his head and saw a moth under the bright lampshade darting righteously towards the fire.

Wei Cong soon laughed again, and said with a playful smile, "If you don't give me a chance, then give me the Doucai Gaoshi Cup."

"I'll give it if you want it?" Wang San smiled, "Then how shameless I am."

"No?" Wei Cong pushed him onto the lamppost, and he stretched out his hands to support the upper pillar like a landlord bully, and said with a smirk, "You are in my hands now, and I will bully you."

Wang Sanxiao clenched his fists with both hands, put them on his face, shook them cutely, and called out coquettishly, "Oh, I'm so scared..."

The dim light shone on his face, and there was a sense of dream-like haze. Wei Cong's heart was soft, and he lightly kissed him on the forehead, laughing silently from the bottom of his heart: Bully you.

It was almost eleven o’clock when we got home. After taking a shower, Wang Sanxiao sat on the balcony in a bathrobe and let the wind blow for a while, then called Xiong Da: “Come pick me up at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, and buy some fruit and snacks on the way. Go to the hospital to visit the sick."

Xiong Da is exercising, lifted his vest to wipe his sweat, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Xiong Er's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Is the third young master going to give up the Gaoshi Cup to Mr. Wei? Damn, it was taken down?"

"Hehe," Wang Sanxiao said to Xiong Da seriously, "Do you know why your brother can't find a wife? Because girls who are stupid, stupid, gossip and brain-dead are really rare now!"

"Day!" Xiong Er snatched the phone from the elder brother and yelled, "Third Young Master, are you scolding me? Tell me, are you scolding me again?"

Wang San smiled and laughed loudly: "You are also worrying about Wei Cong and me. Don't worry, the Gaoshi Cup is a national treasure antique. If you sell it casually, it will be a commission of several million. How could I easily give it to Wei Cong?"

After hanging up the phone, Xiong Er thought seriously for a long time, and then asked his eldest brother: "Wei Cong looks like a smart guy, what does he like about San Shao?"

Xiong Da took off his gloves with a big bite, and slowly untied the bandages on his hands. His black vest was soaked in sweat and stuck tightly to his body, revealing his shiny skin and strong muscles. Hearing this, he gave a very light laugh: "I think you are gossiping, and you still ask!"

The next day, Wang Sanxiao walked into the ward with a basket of fruit through the noisy corridor. As soon as he entered the door, he burst out laughing and saw Mr. Zhang sitting on the sofa next to the ward chatting with the old man, while he Beside him, Wei Cong was peeling a large grapefruit.

The two sides looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing. Boss Zhang was embarrassed: "This... three smiles, why are you here?"

"I'm going to the city fair. I passed by here. I just came in to have a look." Wang Sanxiao walked over and put the fruit on the bedside table. "Uncle Zhao looks much better today."

"Eating cordyceps and bird's nests all day long, isn't it okay?" Uncle Zhao said to Old Zhang angrily.

Zhang Lao spread his hands cheerfully: "Look at this old man, he's still being hypocritical."

Wang Sanxiao sat down on the sofa: "I asked the doctor just now, Uncle Zhao used to live in a poor life, and his health was not very optimistic. It is just a good time to recuperate his body while waiting."

Uncle Zhao has dealt with piles of old papers all his life, and he has become pedantic and old-fashioned. He waved his hands when he heard the words: "I heard that liver transplantation requires cutting a piece of someone else's liver and pressing it on my body. Parents, how can you just cut everything and press it like this?"

"Your life is almost gone, so what are you still paying attention to?" Wang San said with a smile, "It's better to be alive than to be dead."

Uncle Zhao was so choked by him that he groaned depressedly: "I'd rather die if I live this old life."

"If you die like this, would you feel sorry for Mr. Zhang?" Wang San said with a smile, "I've already eaten those bird's nests with cordyceps, and I can't spit them out."

"……are you mad at me!"

Wei Cong laughed, separated the peeled grapefruit, handed half of it to Wang Sanxiao, and said with a smile: "San's joke is not rough, Mr. Zhao, now that the living conditions are better and the medical technology is up to date, you can do it now." Let's go."

After chatting for a while, Uncle Zhao was tired, so the three of them said their goodbyes and left. When they walked out of the ward, Mr. Zhang looked at the two of them in embarrassment: "You two... Sigh, I really didn't expect you both to come here."

Wei Cong said with a smile: "San Xiao and I came to visit Uncle Zhao purely, we have no other purpose, so don't worry about it."

Wang Sanxiao took a piece of grapefruit and peeled it while eating: "I didn't say it in front of Mr. Zhao just now. The doctor said that the operation can be done at any time, but the source of liver is a big problem. Now the power to approve the death penalty belongs to the Supreme Court. It is getting less and less, and the supply-to-receipt ratio for liver transplantation is close to 1:2000, and the queue can reach grandma’s house.”

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he immediately became anxious: "Then what should we do? Can we spend more money and join a team or something?"

"It's not fair to other patients," Wei Cong said, "or can we use some force in the direction of the black market?"

Mr. Zhang had been an innocent person all his life, how could he be willing to set foot in the black market, he was very confused when he heard the words, he paced back and forth in the corridor with his hands behind his back, frowning.

Wang Sanxiao said lightly: "I asked friends in several remote provinces and cities to inquire carefully. As soon as we have news, we can go there immediately, or arrange to bring liver sources over there."

Zhang Lao touched his hand and said, "Thank you so much."

Coming out of the hospital, Wei Cong asked the driver to take Mr. Zhang home, followed him into Wang Sanxiao's car, and complained: "All good people let you do it."

Wang San smiled smugly: "Mr. Zhang trusts me very much now, Mr. Wei, I'm going to accept that Gaoshi cup."

"That's not certain. Maybe my people will find a suitable source of liver first. At that time, Mr. Zhang will instantly find out that the third young master is also unreliable, and then he will hand over the Gaoshi Cup to me."

"May I ask Mr. Wei where to find liver sources?"

Wei Cong asked back, "Where did San Shao go to find a source of liver?"

Wang San laughed out loud, knowing that Wei Cong had already seen through him. Liver is used to save lives, and even in remote provinces and cities, it will be in short supply. The rhetoric just now was just to deceive Mr. Zhang, and he still has to use various means to get rid of it. Considered comprehensively.

After laughing, Wei Cong's eyes filled with pity, he took Wang Sanxiao's hand, and said softly, "It doesn't matter who finds it first, it's the best to find it."

Wang San smiled and nodded: "En."

"busy lately?"

Wang Sanxiao didn't even think about it: "Of course I'm busy."

Naturally, Wei Cong knew that this guy was just trying to put himself off, and said with a smile, "Shanghai Anlei Foundation held a charity auction in early June, and Third Young Master went to help me with my eye, how about it?"

"I'm really busy this time," Wang San said with a smile, "I'm going to Beijing, and I might not be able to make it to the day of the charity auction."

Wei Cong was taken aback for a moment: "Go to Beijing? What are you doing in Beijing?"

"Beijing City! At the feet of the Son of Heaven! Antiques everywhere! What do you think I'm going to do?"

"Okay, okay, I shouldn't ask random questions."

Wei Cong hurriedly lowered his head to be small. Wang Sanxiao was an antique dealer. It was quite normal to go to Beijing. Beijing, find someone to keep an eye on it."

Mu Xixi didn't take it seriously: "Are you staring at him for stealing men?"

"Nonsense!" Wei Cong said, "I always feel that something is wrong, you should watch it carefully, and be careful."