The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Han Jiaojiao hated this decision terribly, but couldn't bear the fact that Elder Wen's will had legal effect, and this woman always liked to pretend to be gentle and generous, so in the end, she still accepted it with hatred.

After all the ceremonies were over, the people who came to the funeral gradually left, and finally only Wen Jue, Yin Wujiu, Song Zhe and the group of stepmothers and brothers and sisters who had no blood relationship with Wen Jue and no family ties remained. .

Han Jiaojiao approached Wen Jue with a worried face, and asked about Wen Jue's physical condition and the details of the car accident.

Wen Jue was too lazy to act with this woman, so he just threw out a sentence: "The car suddenly exploded. This is really strange. I'll talk to you about it after I investigate thoroughly."

"Really? What's so strange about this?"

Wen Jue raised his eyes to look at Han Jiaojiao, and his eyes paused quietly on her face for a few seconds: "I suspect that someone tampered with the car."

Han Jiaojiao's heart sank suddenly, and she suddenly felt that she could hardly maintain the expression on her face.

If it was just this vague guess, Han Jiaojiao wouldn't take it seriously. In fact, it was Wen Jue's eyes that almost broke her.

What's the matter with her stepson, but he didn't see him for just a day, but he seemed to be a different person. Although his tone was still gentle, his eyes were as shrewd and sharp as to see through people.

Han Jiaojiao felt as if she had been stripped naked and thrown into a glass cage. Even her skin was transparent, and this person could see her through her skin. The heart, liver, spleen and lungs, see her meridians and brain benevolence.

At this moment, Wen Chao came over, pointed at Wen Jue and said angrily, "Wen Jue, what do you mean by that? Are you trying to accuse me..."

"Xiao Chao, today is your father's funeral, don't mess around!" Han Jiaojiao knew her son very well. Although she didn't want to admit it, Wen Chao was a typical idiot with a temper. He could almost guess what he was going to say, and hurriedly stopped the other party's words.

Wen Chao was not angry: "But he..."

"Shut up." Han Jiaojiao felt that it was very difficult for her to give birth to such a stupid son.

The woman looked at Wen Chao who was full of anger, and hated iron and steel in her heart, thinking: You said that you should be half as smart as your big brother, so I don't have to bother so much.

"I still have some things to do, so I'll say goodbye first."

Wen Jue noticed that his group of siblings were also gathering here, and he didn't want to entangle with them anymore, so he decided to leave.

"You take my car, I'll take you back." Ming Xuan said after leaving the cemetery.

Song Zhe and the others all came by car, three of them drove two cars, more than enough to carry Wen Jue and Yin Wujiu.

Wen Jue thought for a while and said, "Let's take Song Zhe."

Ming Xuan was a little unhappy when he heard that: "Why?"

Wen Jue said, "You drive too wildly."

Mingxuan didn't take it seriously: "What's the matter, can I still take you to the ditch? Young master, my skills are good."

Wen Jue didn't expose his black history, but instead took a look at Yin Wujiu: "He's not used to it."

Mingxuan paused for a few seconds, and when he realized it, he almost ran away: "Old Wen, you are enough, the brothers know that you are out of the order, so don't deliberately show off!"

Wen Jue took Yin Wujiu into Song Zhe's car, and Mingxuan followed with Yue Zhongyu, following patiently for a while, he couldn't help overtaking the car and ran away first.

On the way, Wen Jue and Song Zhe talked about today's car accident, and told Song Zhe the clues he knew in his previous life, asking him to help collect the evidence.

He stayed at the school all the time before, and almost never asked about the business affairs of the Wen family, so he didn't have much power in his hands. Song Zhe was the head of the Song family, and he had taken over the company for several years. He had a lot of power in his hands. Check, it's probably much smoother than himself.

After hearing what he said, Song Zhe was a little puzzled: "Did you notice it early in the morning?"

Wen Jue vaguely replied, as for how he had noticed it in advance, he couldn't explain it to Song Zhe.

Song Zhe and Yin Wujiu expressed the same meaning: "Since you know that there is something wrong with that car, you shouldn't go there."

Wen Jue said: "It's because I didn't think carefully, and I won't be like this in the future."

Song Zhe was silent for a while, and looked at Yin Wujiu through the rearview mirror: "Old Wen looks calm and big, but in fact, sometimes he does things very unreliably, you can watch him more for us in the future point."

Yin Wujiu: "..." What's going on with this attitude of handing people over to him?

Song Zhe thought of what Wen Jue had said to Han Jiaojiao before leaving the cemetery: "A Jue, I see that you are planning to take over the Wen family?"

Song Zhe saw the sudden sharpness in Wen Jue's eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief.

What Ah Jue said to Han Jiaojiao today was almost equivalent to declaring war. That woman was determined to kill Ah Jue. Song Zhe was relieved to inherit the family business, "Since you have made your decision, let's go ahead and do it. Mingxuan and I will support you."

"Thank you."

"If you are a brother, don't say such polite words."

Wen Xin couldn't help feeling warm.

In fact, Wen Jue didn't want to take revenge, but now that Yin Wujiu came, he had to think more.

Yin Wujiu has a special status, if someone finds out, he will definitely cause a lot of trouble; secondly, if he wants to obtain a legal identity for Yin Wujiu, he must need a lot of money and strong influence; thirdly, Yin Wujiu is now Pregnant, if the child wants to be born secretly and safely, he also needs money and relationships; four things, the tolerance of homosexuality in this society is very low after all, if Han Jiaojiao wants to spread rumors, maybe he will even lose his job at school. At that time, how would he live and live, how would he protect his beloved...

All of these are not problems that a small university professor can solve, so Wen Jue must fight and seize all the initiative.

Because of Yin Wujiu's attire, Song Zhe and the others sent him back and left.

What Wen Jue and Yin Wugui returned to was Wen Jue's house near the university town.

When Yin Wujiu was standing downstairs, he raised his head and looked up, seeing the tall building that almost pierced into the clouds, he felt a little nervous for no reason.

He has been wandering around during this time, and has seen many high-rise buildings, but he has never been inside, so he can't imagine what it will be like inside.

He couldn't help but think, the house is built so high, what to do up and down, and also take the elevator in today's hospital that automatically turns up?But even if that thing doesn't have to go by itself, it's quite time-consuming.

However, after entering, Yin Wujiu didn't see that kind of escalator, but was led by Wen Jue into a closed space like a big iron box.

Seeing his eyes staring at the slowly closing door, Wen Jue was full of puzzlement and desire to explore, so he took the initiative to explain: "This is an elevator that can take us to the floor we want to go to." Then, he pressed one of the buttons in the row.

Yin Wujiu followed Wen Jue's hand, thought for a while, and said, "Do you live on the 48th floor?"

"You recognize these?"

"Have you forgotten? You taught me this counting method when I was a child, and you also told me that it was from a book."

As soon as he said this, Wen Jue remembered that he planned to teach Yin Wujiu modern numerology back then, but then he suddenly remembered that he used to use this kind of Arabic numerals to keep accounts when he was in the general's mansion. If he found out, he might be suspected, so he terminated the plan in time.

He didn't expect that he would remember what he was taught back then, and even use it by analogy.

Yin Wujiu was still staring at the flashing numbers on it, but his thoughts had already drifted to unknown places.

In fact, what made him remember this counting method was not how novel it was, but the situation when the man taught him that day.

Wen Jue didn't know what he went through outside that day, and he seemed to be in a good mood. When he came back, he taught him a few knowledge questions, and seeing that he answered well, he stretched out his hand and hugged him.

Yin Wujiu had just followed Wen Jue not long ago, he was small and thin, almost reaching Wen Jue's thigh, black as a fire stick, when the man picked it up easily and put it on his knee, he felt ashamed. I feel that the man's arms are so strong, the embrace is so wide, so solid and warm that he can't help being dependent and nostalgic.

The man's slender arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he picked up a brush and dipped it in ink: "Today I will teach you something else..."

Yin Wujiu watched him write words that he had never seen before on the paper, felt miraculous and interesting in his heart, and couldn't help being fascinated by listening, but the man stopped suddenly after talking for a while.

The little Yin Wujiu asked: "Why didn't Master say anything?"

"Forget it, you won't need it after learning it. Master will teach you something else."

The young children stared down at the round or square figures on the rice paper, and did not notice the flash of loneliness and helplessness on the master's face.

Yin Wujiu thought it would take them a long time to reach the 48th floor, but before he could get out of his memory, the elevator door had already opened.

"Here we go, let's go out."

"We've reached the 48th floor." Yin Wujiu couldn't believe it.

Seeing his ignorant appearance, Wen Jue felt a little amused in his heart, but thinking of the thin face of the young man and the strangeness of his world, Wen Jue didn't show it, but nodded calmly.

Wen Jue pressed his fingerprints and opened the door, and Yin Wujiu was surprised by the interior decoration, he stood at the door for a while, then slowly walked to the French windows on the opposite wall.

Looking down, a river with no beginning and end comes into view, and the buildings on the other side of the river look like a scale in the ocean.

"This place...is it still a human world?"

"Yes, it's just the development of the times." Wen Jue said, "Are you hungry, I'll make you something to eat, and then take a bath." Considering that Yin Wujiu is now in modern times, Wen Jue intends to train Let's take a look at his speaking habits, so he directly used vernacular.

Yin Wujiu didn't understand, so Wen Jue explained to him that a bath is a bath.

Yin Wujiu has lice all over his body, he wanted to wash it a long time ago, but he couldn't find a place, if he didn't consider the fragile little life in his stomach, he would have jumped into the river to have a good bath.

Wen Jue took Yin Wujiu to the bathroom, he planned to go to the kitchen, just took two steps, when he remembered something, he turned around again: "Let me wash it for you."

Yin Wujiu paused, feeling a little confused, he hurriedly said with a sullen face: "No need."

Wen Jue said, "Your feet have just been medicated, so don't get wet."

"I'll be careful myself." Yin Wujiu got into the bathroom after finishing speaking, and closed the door with a snap.

Wen Jue stood outside the door, he was in a dilemma for a while, he was worried that Yin Wujiu would not use the contents inside, the wound would become inflamed if he got wet, and he was also afraid that going in would make the other party unhappy.

After a while, there was the sound of water in the room. After listening to it for a while, Wen Jue felt that his worries were a bit overwhelmed. After all, he is not young anymore, and he is smart by nature, so he should be able to take care of himself.

Thinking of this, he was about to go to the kitchen to get food for Yin Wujiu, but at this moment, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly reached his eardrums.

Wen Jue's heart tightened, and he rushed in almost without thinking.

The head of the shower in the bathroom fell to the ground, spraying water like a fountain, Yin Wujiu stood aside and covered his hands, frowning tightly, looking very painful.

Yin Wujiu immediately realized that he might have been scalded by hot water, walked in three steps at a time, turned off the shower, and took Yin Wujiu's hand to check.

Yin Wujiu's hands were black and thin, and there were some wounds on them, from the back of the hands to the center, a large area was red, Wen Jue's heart felt tense when he saw it, and he hurriedly turned up cold water and rinsed him for a while.

But fortunately, the temperature of the water is not particularly high. After a while, Wen Jue turned off the water without scalding the air bubbles for Yin Wujiu. Dare to use it, he insisted on taking off Yin Wujiu's clothes, let him sit in the bathtub, and then asked him to put a pair of bandaged feet on the edge of the bathtub, so as to prevent the water from getting his feet wet.

Wen Jue took the nozzle, first adjusted the water temperature with his own hand, then showered Yin Wujiu, put on the shower gel and washed it from top to bottom, rinsed it clean, then closed the spout of the bathtub, and put it in the shower. Most of a tank of water, let him soak in it.

Yin Wujiu's head was resting on the other side, and Wen Jue began to wash his hair.

In the past month, Yin Wujiu didn't eat well and didn't sleep well, his hair was dry and frizzy, Wen Jue shampooed it three times before he washed it, rinsed it, and combed it patiently with a comb.

Yin Wujiu felt the man's hand caressing his scalp over and over again, and the scene of Wen Jue giving him a bath and tidying up his hair in the Imperial Inn back then came to mind, and the resentment and hatred towards Wen Jue in his heart a little bit It just faded away.

He raised his wrinkled hand that was soaked in the water, touched his face vigorously, mixed the water with the teardrops in his eyes and wiped it into the bathtub, and then said: "So what did you do those things back then? for what."

He thought, as long as you are willing to say it, I will believe you again.

Holding the shower, Wen Jue paused for Yin Wujiu to wash his hair, and said: "After washing, it's not good to soak in the water for a long time, you get up first, and I'll tell you slowly."

As he spoke, he took a dry towel, wiped Yin Wujiu's long hair that was swaying on the floor, wrapped it up, then directly carried him out of the bathtub, and carried him back to the room.

"You wear my clothes first, and I'll buy you some more later."

"En." Yin Wujiu stared at the dry bandages on his feet without any wet marks, and replied absently.