Three smiles

Wei Cong waved away his sad emotions, and immediately got up and went to the hospital. The dead have passed away, but the living must live, right?

Wang Sanxiao’s hasty departure from Beijing this time was the result of getting the news of the source of the liver. In a remote small city, he immediately took a team of doctors there, and returned to Nanjing as soon as possible after getting the liver, and arranged the operation as quickly as possible.

Uncle Zhao was old-fashioned, and at the thought of disembowelling his belly and replacing it with a liver, he was in a state of collapse.

Wei Cong sat in the ward for a while, and talked with Mr. Zhang for a long time. After checking that the time was almost up, he left for the airport.

After waiting for less than ten minutes, I heard the announcement that the flight had arrived. After a while, a large group of people came out in a hurry.

Wei Cong saw Wang Sanxiao's figure from the crowd at a glance, and greeted him with a smile: "How is it, is everything going well?"

"Well," Wang San smiled with a look of fatigue in his eyes, and after seeing him, he cheered up and stretched out his arms.

Wei Cong hugged him and kissed him on the cheek: "Thank you for your hard work."

After the liver was transported to the hospital, the operation was performed as quickly as possible. Uncle Zhao wanted to be hypocritical, but Wang Sanxiao directly threw a bill on the hospital bed: "No operation? Yes, first pay for the manpower and material resources I spent. Reimbursed!"

Uncle Zhao was very upset by his fierceness. He wanted to say proudly that I will reimburse you, but he quietly glanced at the scary astronomical figures on the bill, and he couldn't say what he said immediately.

Wei Cong smiled warmly and said, "Stop thinking about it, nothing is as important as our lives, do you think it makes sense?"

"..." Uncle Zhao took his step and climbed down, nodded coyly, "Oh, all right."

An operation lasted more than ten hours, Mr. Zhang waited outside the operating room regardless of his age, his old face was full of worry.

Wei Cong was worried that the old man would not be able to bear it, so he advised him to go home and wait for the news. Mr. Zhang shook his head stubbornly: "My old man is still alive and dead inside, how can he sit still when he goes home?"

Wang San smiled with an unlit cigarette in his mouth: "You two have such a good relationship."

"Hey," Mr. Zhang sighed, "I'm 76 this year, and all the old guys from back then will leave before me. If even Lao Zhao... oh..."

The old man kept sighing, Wei Cong sighed a little, and looked up at Wang Sanxiao, who happened to turn his eyes, and the two looked at each other for a moment, Wei Cong walked over and took Wang Sanxiao's hand.

Wang Sanxiao laughed softly, he knew what Wei Cong was thinking, these days he was taking care of Uncle Zhao in the hospital, and witnessed the desolate scene of the evening scene with his own eyes, which made him inevitably feel a bit sad.

He raised his hand to hold Wei Cong's face, pecked him on the lips, and said softly: "We will never be able to have a son and a half in this life. After I die, you can find another one, anyway. If you have money, you can find another little girl or boy, the little girl is better, she is considerate and will hurt others..."

"What nonsense?" Wei Cong interrupted him, and said displeased, "I don't believe you really think so, Wang Sanxiao, are you trying to piss me off on purpose?"

"I'll go!" Wang San shouted with a smile, "I don't know good people, I'm not afraid that you will be alone..."

"Who says I'm alone?" Wei Cong gritted his teeth, "Even if you die, your ashes will accompany me, and I can die with you. We'll burn the ashes together." Wang San laughed and laughed. Joyful again, whimsical: "Do you offer a set meal for two when you go to the crematorium? Haha, maybe one day the incinerator will really have a couple's room hahahaha..."

Looking at his smiling face, Wei Cong didn't know what to say.

"Cough, cough, cough..." There was an exaggerated coughing sound from behind.

Wei Cong turned his head, and saw Mr. Zhang was embarrassed, coughing with his fists on his mouth, his eyes wandering: "That...cough, public places, be careful, um, cough cough..."

Wang Sanxiao doesn't care. He and Fa Xiaokang are the same in this regard—kiss whenever you want, and fuck whenever you want.

Hearing this, he grinned nonsense to Mr. Zhang: "Food, sex, and sex. Mr. Wei looks so beautiful. As a physiologically normal man, it is difficult for me to control myself."

"You..." Mr. Zhang was deeply shocked by his shamelessness, and trembled, "How can you have such a relationship? Three smiles, you are actually gay, does Wang Baxian know that you are so nonsense?"

Wang San was stunned with a smile: "You still discriminate against homosexuals?"

"It's not discrimination, it's just...it's not a long-term solution after all! Both of you are men, and you won't be able to have a son or a daughter in the future, not even a final one."

Wang San laughed and realized a problem belatedly: "By the way, old man, you and Mr. Zhao, you two... huh?"

Hearing his words, Mr. Zhang was clueless. After pondering for a long time, he quickly realized that his face turned red instantly, and he was furious, "What nonsense are you talking about! Lao Zhao and I have a pure revolutionary friendship, which is different from you! Don't slander us! "

Wang San smiled and said: "...how is it slander?"

It was rare to see him deflated, Wei Cong couldn't help laughing, and comforted the violent old Zhang: "There is actually no difference between homosexuality and heterosexuality. We live like ordinary couples. I hope the old man understands."

Mr. Zhang has read ancient books and is familiar with many secrets of masculinity. He doesn't discriminate against this at all, but he didn't expect Wang Sanxiao to be the one. Just understand."

Wang San laughed disapprovingly and said, "I'm in love with the whole world?"

Mr. Zhang earnestly said: "Look, the opposite sex attracts, the same sex repels, and the harmony of yin and yang is the way to harmony. This is the truth that the whole world understands."

Wang Sanxiao almost wanted to pick his nostrils to show his disdain: "The whole world is none of my business?"

"Hey..." Zhang Lao was speechless.

Wei Cong was worried that his own donkey who didn't like to speak human words would piss off the little old man, so he said with a smile: "Three jokes are not rough, old man, we live our lives behind closed doors, and the whole world is really different. It doesn't matter."

Mr. Zhang thought for a while, and felt that these words were somewhat reasonable. After all, Wang Sanxiao was straight and crooked, and it would not affect his ability to appraise antiques. ...it doesn't matter anything.

Even if he is a human demon, he is still a very capable and powerful human demon.

"No," Mr. Zhang suddenly remembered the business, and looked at the two of them puzzled, "Since you are a family, why do you come to me to compete?"

Wei Cong glanced at Wang Sanxiao coolly, shut up and said nothing, he wanted to tell you to cut me off, I'll see how you explain it!

I saw Wang San smiled and straightened out his chest: "I'm full."

Tsk, you are quite proud!

At No. 12 hours, the operation was finally over. Mr. Zhang hurried to the operating room, waiting for the door to open. A tired doctor came out with a smile and pulled off his mask :"all the best."

Before he finished speaking, tears welled up from the corners of old Zhang's eyes.

Leaving from the hospital, Wei Cong took Wang Sanxiao's hand and pulled him into his arms. Wang Sanxiao turned around and smiled at him. Even if Tan Ye's business is taken away, he is willing.

The two of them held hands and kissed me at the entrance of the hospital where people were coming and going, almost treating passers-by as dead, Wei Cong wiped the bruises under his eyes with his fingertips, distressed: "How long has it been since you had a good rest?"

Wang San smiled and curled his eyes: "I'm not tired."

"What makes you so happy?" Wei Cong couldn't help laughing when he saw his smiling eyes, "The eyes are bloodshot, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired," Wang San said with a smile, "Uncle Zhao's operation was successfully completed, Mr. Zhang is very happy, and I am also happy."

Wei Cong took his hand and put it on his lips and kissed: "I am also very happy, let's go, go to my house to rest and have dinner by the way."

Wang San glanced at him with a smile: "Why should I go to your house? Don't tell me I don't have a home?"

"...Okay, okay," Wei Cong said helplessly, "Let's go to your house."

"You can go if you want? You are beautiful," Wang Sanxiao pulled his hand into the car, and said to Xiong Dao, "Go to this shop."

Xiong Da saw the handshake of the two from the rearview mirror, smiled very lightly, and started the car.

When they arrived at Wei Cong's house, they hugged, kissed and gnawed at the door. Wei Cong took out the key and opened the door. Wang Sanxiao wrapped his arms around his neck passionately, and kept kissing his ears and neck.

The two stumbled into the door, Wei Cong kissed and smiled vaguely: "How about we do it once in the porch, once on the sofa, and once in the bathtub after dinner?"

Wang Sanxiao roughly tore off his belt, put one hand in, and rubbed it with a smirk: "And the sink...I want to fuck you in front of the mirror..."

"Ah? What?" Mu Xixi came out of the room with black-rimmed glasses on his face.

"..." Wei Cong and Wang Sanxiao maintained an affectionate posture, and Qiqi turned to look at him, with strong condemnation in their eyes.

Mu Xixi suddenly realized that he shouldn't be here.

Sure enough, Wei Cong scolded bluntly: "Why are you at home?"

"Hey, I..." Mu Xixi was about to explain.

Wei Cong suddenly raised his voice: "You didn't go to work?"

Wang San smiled slanderously: "Such an unprofessional employee, the wages will be deducted."

"Damn!!!" Mu Xixi collapsed, "I just came back from Beijing, okay? You ran away before the negotiation was over, and others have to deal with various matters there. Also, Wang Sanxiao, put your hands away Where is it!!!"

Wang Sanxiao Shi Shiran pulled his hand back from Wei Cong's pants, and thoughtfully zipped him up, patted him, and said with a smile: "I'll feed you tonight, good boy."

Mu Xixi was about to faint.

Wei Cong said displeased: "What is Wang Sanxiao? You also called Wang Sanxiao? Do you understand principles and ethics? Grandma Seven."

Wang San smiled and kicked him away: "Go away, uncle!"

The three of them quarreled for a long time, Wei Cong enslaved Mu Xixi to boil water and make tea, took Wang Sanxiao into the study, handed a stack of documents to him, and said with a smile: "Look at this, old man When I was alive, I didn’t invest much, and I didn’t have much else except Hengyun’s shares, and the few of them fought over there, and my husband is a gentleman, so there wasn’t much quarrel.”

Wang Sanxiao lowered his head and flipped through the documents, and gave him a sideways glance, not bothering to argue with him.

Wei Cong was complacent about making a little money, leaned over, pointed to a few clauses on the document, and explained: "I want the houses of Wanliu Academy and Dongshan Villa, I have been to those two places, you will definitely like them, old man I bought some land in Fengtai and Daxing, but it has not been moved, and I don’t think we will develop it, so we sold it all together with the stock, and only took cash, what do you think?”

Wang Sanxiao counted the zeros one by one with his fingertips: "What the hell is this?"

"Is it enough for you to buy a bag?" Wei Cong tilted his head and kissed him, "Compared to them, I have suffered a bit. After all, I have no children, and I won't have any in the future. There is no excuse for this."

Wang Sanxiao threw the document on the table casually, wrapped his arms around Wei Cong's neck, and leaned forward to kiss him with a smile: "Don't get cheap and act like a good boy..."

Mu Xixi carefully pushed the door in with a tea tray in his hand: "I remember Brother Xiao likes to drink Mengdingshihua... what the hell!"

Wei Cong and Wang Sanxiao looked at him condemningly.

Mu Xixi lowered his head abruptly, quickly put the tea tray on the table, then turned around and ran out: "I didn't see anything! You two are so cute!!!"

The two laughed behind their backs.

Wang San smiled and asked: "Who inherited the shares? Your third brother?"

"Probably," Wei Cong said while holding tea, "but I don't care. If Hengyun declines in the future, I will deeply regret it. If it becomes prosperous, then I won't have any regrets. I have tossed half my life." , I finally realized that my luck, Wei Cong, is not in Hengyun, and I feel pretty good about staying in Nanjing as a door-to-door son-in-law from now on."

"Okay," Wang San smiled angrily, "If you say a word, you'll take advantage of it, and you're the only one who can shake your wits?"

Wei Cong laughed.

Wang San paused with a smile, and suddenly said: "Jing'an Insurance is about to transfer Baichuan Real Estate's shares in Hengyun."

"What?" Wei Cong was taken aback, "Baichuan Real Estate? The Yang family?"

"The news is convincing," Wang San smiled and nodded. "In this way, Jing'an will be completely in charge of Hengyun. Even if Wei Lao San inherits all the shares of the old man, he will not be the master of the house."

Wei Cong lowered his head and thought for a moment, then sighed: "I've thought about it a long time ago. The third son has great ambitions and talents. Even if there is no hostile takeover by Jing'an Insurance, he will not be able to keep the property left by his father. Forget it, don't think about it, it's all theirs." It's okay, it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Sanxiao suddenly remembered something, and glanced outside the door: "What did the Xixi family get?"

Wei Cong smiled bitterly: "What do you think?"

Wang San smiled and understood that Xi Xi's grandfather was not the old man's own, so he must not be able to eat a piece of meat from the mouths of those wolves and tigers.

Wei Cong said: "I heard that I got a few antiques from the old lady's collection. I guess they are not very valuable, otherwise I would not be willing to give them."

"Antiques?" Wang San smiled, his eyes lit up, he walked out of the study, and muttered: Then I have to find Xixi to have a look...