Three smiles

Wei Cong walked out of the airport, and saw a beautiful woman standing in front of the bookstore with folded arms. The white professional suit tightly wrapped her plump body, and the deep v-neck revealed her exquisite collarbone and looming deep groove. Seeing him coming, He greeted him with wide open arms.

"Mom!" Wei Cong walked up quickly, and the two embraced tightly.

When they parted, Wan Yan kissed her son's cheek, and looked up at his increasingly sharp facial features, with either joy or sadness in her eyes: "Son, you have become handsome."

"You are also more beautiful," Wei Cong said with a smile.

Wan Yan's fingertips slid across his browbones: "Mom, this is not a compliment. Your temperament now is completely different from before."

Wei Cong smiled in surprise and asked, "Could it be that I went to Korea while I was sleepwalking?"

"Hahaha," Wan Yan laughed loudly, but her heart was both joyful and distressed. It is such a humiliating thing to be kicked out of the house by a family member. Others will probably be devastated from then on, but her son can get up in another place. , and climbed with vigor and excitement, the ups and downs in it are irreplaceable by others.

She straightened her son's hair and said with a smile, "I'm not as cowardly as before, and I look very energetic."

Wei Cong smiled, "Thank you."

The mother and son went to the restaurant to have a simple lunch. Both of them were worried and had no appetite. After taking two bites, Wan Yan stopped, looked at Wei Cong, and said quickly in a low voice, "The old man is about to die."

"As soon as you said you were going to come to Beijing, I knew it," Wei Cong said flatly, "Whether he can do it or not has no effect on the overall situation. The key now depends on whether the third child can do it."

Wan Yan sneered disdainfully: "If he can do it, can Heng Yun still be like this?"

Wei Cong sliced ​​the steak calmly, as if he didn't understand the hint in his mother's words.

"Son," Wan Yan stretched out her hand to hold his wrist, "I know even if you don't tell me, the old man called you back to Beijing this time, and he wants to give you a last hand."

Wei Cong stopped the knife and fork, stared at the huge pink diamond on her finger, and said softly: "Now he finds that the third child is useless, and wants to replace it with me. What did he think?"

Wan Yan said anxiously: "Now is not the time to be arrogant."

"Mom," Wei Cong raised his head and looked at her beautiful eyes that were exactly the same as his own, "San Xiao can't forget the harm I caused him, and I can't forget the wrong choices I made for this family. Some mistakes can't be made. of."

"..." Wan Yan murmured, "Could it be that you can really let it go? Hengyun... is worth tens of billions. Besides, once your power is stabilized, do you still have to gossip about who you like? Even Who dares to say no to Sanxiao directly tearing up the marriage certificate?"

Wei Cong still shook his head, and smiled calmly: "San Xiao doesn't like the Wei family, this lady boss...he doesn't want to be."

Wan Yan sighed.

Wei Cong held her slender fingers, and there was an imperceptible coquetry in his voice: "Mom, I'm sorry, I can't let you be the empress dowager worth tens of billions."

"Get out!" Wan Yan pretended to be angry, waved him away, pressed her heart lightly, and said gloomily, "My heart aches!"

Seeing that she was still in a weird mood, Wei Cong couldn't help feeling relieved: "Hey, my dad is not dead yet, why do you call yourself Aijia?"

"I have burned incense for him for several years..."

"Hey! The more you talk, the more ridiculous..."

"Haha, I'm just kidding," Wan Yan waved her hand casually, "However, I heard from your Aunt Gu that it's only been a few days. Sigh, I'm still so young, and I'm about to become a widow."

"..." Wei Cong was extremely upset, thinking that she had been divorced for so many years, what kind of widow was she?

After dinner, Wan Yan sent Wei Cong to the gate of the old house, saw the familiar courtyard of the deep house from the window, felt mixed feelings for a moment, took Wei Cong's hand and told him a few words, wanted to say something, then swallowed it back, hesitating and struggling for a long time.

Wei Cong asked in a low voice: "Mom, do you want to..."

Wan Yan sighed: "After all, the husband and wife have a hundred days of grace. He is going to die, and I feel bad. But when we divorced, the face was too torn. I took so much money from him, and he hated me to death." , it is impossible to see me."

"You also said that you are a husband and wife for a hundred days." Wei Cong patted the back of her hand, "I'll help you find out his tone."

After speaking, get out of the car and walk towards the towering gate.

Wan Yan sat in the car, watching her son walk away step by step from behind, as if she saw the toddler 30 years ago, when Wei Lao was not very old at that time, he didn't like to smile for 1 years, his face Everyone was scared when he got up, but Xiao Wei Cong was not afraid of him, he stumbled over, hugged his father's thigh, and babbled his pants wet.

All of a sudden, the immature child turned into a little boy, wearing a well-tailored small suit, with thoughtful manners and decent manners, and his eyes were still shining with the joy of a teenager, but he tried to steady his steps and walked himself into an immovable person. The little old man tried his best to imitate his father who was as tall and powerful as a mountain.

Since when did a little boy become a big boy?Wan Yan couldn't remember, but she remembered that her son had grown up suddenly, with broad shoulders and long legs, and a straight back. When she walked, her footsteps were steady, and every step was carefully calculated. He had already discovered that his father was old and could not protect him. If he wanted to survive the turbulent power, he wanted to stand at the top of the power.

The young man is racing against the speed of his parents' aging. From the few days of meeting each year, she finds that her son is becoming more stable, hypocritical and lost in himself year by year... Until I met that man named Wang Sanxiao again.

Wan Yan closed her eyes, a teardrop rolled down, she sighed deeply, you can't forget your wrong choice, how can I forget how distraught you were when you appeared at my door three years ago?

You love him so much!

Because he would rather give up chasing the top of power for more than ten years?

It is clearly within reach!

After three years, Wei Cong walked into this long-lost house again. He was so familiar with every plant and tree, the coffee table in the living room, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the orchids on the window sill...all of them are deeply engraved in his mind. in the appearance.

As his figure appeared, the voices in the living room stopped, and the bodies of the brothers, sisters-in-law, sisters-in-law and husbands couldn't help but tense up, staring at him covetously.

There was a decent smile on the corner of Wei Cong's lips, his eyes swept over everyone present one by one, and he couldn't help but jump in his heart: everyone arrived so neatly, could it be that the old man's condition is really bad?

"You...you're back?" Second Sister murmured, "Dad asked you to come back? So he means..."

"Oh, no matter what, Lao Qi is still a child of our family, father and son have no overnight feud," the fourth sister-in-law laughed cleverly, "Don't forget, blood is thicker than water!"

"Old Seven," Aunt Gu's figure appeared at the stairs, interrupting their conversation softly, and said with a smile, "Wei Lao asked you to come and go directly to the bedroom."

Wei Cong and his elder brother and sister-in-law nodded, walked through the living room up the stairs, turned a corner, and asked in a low voice, "How's it going?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Aunt Gu uttered four short words in a low voice: "Back to the light."

Wei Cong was taken aback: "Why..."

Aunt Gu rubbed her frowning brows and sighed, "The situation was going from bad to worse, but when I got angry about Jing'an, I vomited blood at that time, and there was Guangyao... Well, that child insisted that it was Wang Baxian who did it, and said you He was there, but he was not saved..."

Wei Cong explained in a positive tone: "He's mentally abnormal."

"Oh, I look like that too."

Aunt Gu pushed open the door, the worry on her face disappeared, and she said with a smile: "Old Wei, Lao Qi is back."

Wei Cong stepped into the room and couldn't help frowning. Doctors and nurses were waiting by the bed. The room was filled with a decayed and dull atmosphere. He knew that it was the smell of death.

The person on the bed was terribly old, the skin on his face was loose, his cloudy eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the two shocking bags under his eyes seemed to be deflated. He moved his eyes and saw the little son above his head, "Ah... " cried out.

"Father," Wei Cong sat down by the bed and looked at him with a smile, "I haven't seen you for so many years, it's because my son is unfilial."

Elder Wei stretched out his withered hand, grabbed his wrist, and said with difficulty: "Lao Qi..."

"I'm here."

"Good to be back," Old Wei grabbed his wrist firmly, "Good to be back!" He spoke with great difficulty, breathing heavily every time he said a word, hoarsely, "Lao Qi, I know... is it wrong?"

Wei Cong lowered his eyes, Wang Sanxiao's affectionate and smiling eyes appeared in his mind, and said in a low voice: "The wrong decision I made at the beginning makes me regret to this day."

Thinking that he was repenting for running away from marriage, the old man hummed with satisfaction: "Just know it's wrong..."

After saying these few words, as if he had used great strength, the old man closed his eyes slightly and took a few breaths.

Wei Cong straightened the quilt for him, and said with a casual smile, "Do you remember my mother? She's just outside..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the old man's eyelids twitch, and he opened his eyes. His cloudy eyeballs burst out with strong hatred. His chest heaved violently, and his lips trembled, as if he was saying something silently.

"what did you say?"

Wei Cong put his ear to his mouth, but he heard a noise like a broken bellows from his trachea. After struggling for a long time, a curse broke out: "That bitch!!!"

"..." Wei Cong froze for a moment, his heart sank.He originally thought that the couple would be in love for a day, but he didn't expect that the divorce case would go to court that day, and Wan Yan would ask for a huge amount of alimony. In Wei's opinion, it was extremely vicious!

——I marry as I want, and abandon as I want, rain, dew, thunder, and thunder are all benevolent to the king, how dare she ask for money?

The old man was so angry that he seemed to be more energetic. He grabbed Wei Cong's hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Men and women love... just play around, don't...don't take it seriously..."

Wei Cong shook his head: "Human beings are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, I said it three years ago, I love Wang Sanxiao."

"You!" The old man's chest heaved suddenly, and he said angrily, "I...I entrust the entire Wei family...to you, you must...must..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Cong already understood what he meant, and interrupted him softly: "No."

"You don't want the Wei family?" The old man grabbed his wrist tightly, staring at him with terrifying old eyes, "You don't want to be the president? I let you be! But you want... to leave Wang Sanxiao! "

Wei Cong still shook his head, and looked straight into his cloudy eyes calmly: "I will never leave Wang Sanxiao again, nor will I want the Wei family."

"How could you not want it?"

Wei Cong lowered his eyes and smiled, the corners of his brows and eyes were filled with the happiness and satisfaction of a strong wife, and he said softly, "Three smiles don't like it."

"Bastard!!! Get the hell out of here!" The old man roared, coughing violently in his throat, "cough cough cough..."

The doctors rushed over in a swarm, and several people moved quickly and methodically around the old man. Wei Cong looked at it blankly for a while, sighed softly, turned and walked out of the room.

Aunt Gu grabbed his sleeve: "Lao Qi, your father is getting old..."

"It's not a matter of being old or not," Wei Cong sighed, "It's that I'm in his heart, and I don't have enough weight."

"Oh, it's actually not like this," Aunt Gu tried her best to mediate between the father and son, "When you get older, you will inevitably be stubborn and irritable, and you even scolded your third brother in the morning."

Wei Cong accepted her kindness heartily, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Actually, I also know that if it wasn't for the surprise attack by Jing'an Insurance this time, I wouldn't have this chance to return home."

"Then you haven't seized the opportunity yet! As long as you survive the crisis this time, the entire Hengyun Group will be in your hands."

"It's boring."

Aunt Gu was annoyed: "Even Hengyun is meaningless, so what else is interesting?"

Wei Cong smiled casually, "Now I think it's quite interesting to be ridiculed by Wang Sanxiao all day long."

"..." Aunt Gu choked for a moment.

The old man suddenly fell ill, which scared the whole family out of good or bad. Everyone stared upstairs with high concentration, waiting for the old man to die with both joy and pain.

Wei Cong walked through the crowd and slowly walked out of the house. Wan Yan's car was still parked at the door. While thinking about how to tactfully tell his father that he didn't want to see him, he opened the car door and was suddenly stunned.

Wang Sanxiao was sitting on the seat with his legs crossed, talking and laughing with Wan Yan, sharing a cigar, and the two of them smoked the whole car.

"Hey," Wan Yan pointed out the car door with her slender fingers, "Look, this kid is stupid."

Wei Cong came back to his senses, and said in a daze, "I just didn't expect that, San Xiao, why are you here?"

"I heard that your father's death is approaching," Wang San said with a smile, "I'm sure those antiques in your mansion will welcome me very much."

"..." Wei Cong was speechless: The man is not dead yet!

Wang San smiled and puffed smoke on his face: "By the way, let's see if someone has been kicked out of the house for the second time."

Wei Cong smiled wryly: "Third Young Master Lao is concerned, he just asked me to get out."