who do you want me to replace

The injury was indeed a minor one. The doctor did not stitch it up, but applied a little medicine, and simply wrapped it with a bandage. However, Tang Yuntong came to find it while wrapping it up.

Tang Yuntong was originally hiding in the restroom of the restaurant and was sulking. After a while, when he came out, he heard that Jiang Yu and Wen Feixun had stabbed someone with a knife. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Hearing that Jiang Yu It was okay, so I felt a little relieved. After asking Fang Qin, I immediately went to the hospital.

Jiang Yu received the call and just stepped out of the door of the diagnosis room when he saw Tang Yuntong, hung up the phone and called him, "Here."

Tang Yuntong turned around and hurried over: "Are you okay? I heard that you were blocked by Min Zhen when you came out to look for me. I was in a daze..."

"He came out to pick me up, so don't be too sentimental." In the diagnosis room, Wen Feixun was still reaching out to wrap the doctor's wound, and upon hearing this, he yelled at him.

Jiang Yu followed and nodded: "That's right, I went out to pick him up, it's none of your business, you don't have to blame yourself, besides, Fei Xun was injured, did you come to see him?"

Tang Yuntong: "..."

Jiang Yu looked at Tang Yuntong's cold face and the hostility visible to the naked eye, sighed silently, turned his head and said to Wen Feixun, "I'll go and have a word with him, and I'll be right back." Lifting his chin, he walked towards the safe passage.

There was no one in the stairwell, and the lights were brightly green. Jiang Yu glanced at the hospital corridor outside the glass door, and said, "Let's talk about it today. Let's talk about it. If there is any publicity event in the future, it should be normal. Don't let the media catch you." What kind of expression is making a big fuss."

"I'm not afraid of those." Tang Yuntong was not convinced.

"I'm afraid, big brother," Jiang Yu said bluntly, "I don't want to gossip with you."

Tang Yuntong's face froze slightly. At this time, the door of the stairwell was suddenly pushed open again. Wen Feixun's suit was draped over one shoulder, and the other hand was in front of him. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbow, and there was a bandage on his forearm. , and stood beside Jiang Yu as soon as he came.

"Don't waste time, I think I can tell him that he can understand better," Wen Feixun snorted, "Mr. Tang, I know what you are thinking, but you will never have a chance in this life, just give up. "

Then he turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Jiang Yu: "Okay, it's over."

Jiang Yu: "...Although it's a bit abrupt, that's probably what it means, Tang Yuntong, we don't have much contact with each other, so you may just be trying to figure things out for a while. In the future, you will make more scenes and meet more people." There are too many people, let the past pass.”

"I haven't had much contact, but I have done what I need to do." Tang Yuntong whispered in a volume that three people could hear.

Wen Feixun: "...can I do it?"

"No," Jiang Yufu said, "That's all filming. You know best when you play a scene, and I want to remind you that you haven't 'done' it. The sex scene is the atmosphere of the filming. You are on the scene, don't spread rumors ah."

Seeing that Tang Yuntong was silent, he sighed and said, "Let's leave it at that, we've covered this point, the rest is up to you to digest, I can't help you, I hope we can still be friends in the future."

He pushed open the door and walked out with Wen Feixun.

When I looked back, I could see Tang Yuntong's side face on the glass, with her head down, looking a little lonely.

"Don't look at him." Wen Feixun straightened his head, "Look at the road."

"...you watch your hands."

After returning home, Wen Feixun asked Jiang Yu to go to the bathroom with him on the pretext that his hands were inconvenient, when his cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

Jiang Yu smiled and pushed his head away from his shoulder: "Hurry up and pick it up, I also want to report to Director Zhou that they are safe, so that they don't worry."

Wen Feixun scratched his hair irritably, picked up the phone, and looked at the caller ID on it, the air pressure was even lower.

He walked to the balcony of the living room and pressed the switch: "Hello, Mom?"

"Fei Xun," Wei Jie's voice sounded very gentle, "Let's go home and have dinner with mom tomorrow."

"...Why did you suddenly think of this? Is there anything going on tomorrow?"

"It's nothing, I just want to see you, your dad also wants to see you, we haven't seen you for several months, I heard that you haven't been to the company for a long time..."

"I see," Wen Feixun interrupted coldly, "I will go back tomorrow, I have something to do, so hang up first."

Without waiting for the other side to speak, he hung up the phone first, thought about it, and called Katherine.

"Boss Wen?"

"I asked you to send someone to keep an eye on Wen Ping so that he wouldn't cause trouble. Where has he been all this time?"

Katherine quickly replied to him: "During this period of time, he has been very quiet and has been staying in Beicheng. A few days ago, he went to the old house to have dinner with his husband and his wife."

"I knew they were all rushing to make trouble for me, because they were afraid that I would forget to deal with him..." Wen Feixun sneered, and told Katherine: "You should keep the evidence for the things he committed before. ? Give it all to the company's legal counsel and sue him."

Among these evidences, the misappropriation of public funds alone is enough for him to eat a pot. With a lawsuit, Wen Ping will probably not be able to dance for the rest of his life.

Katherine agreed and hung up the phone. Wen Feixun saw Jiang Yu waving to him in the living room, he put away the coldness on his face, went in and sat beside him.

Jiang Yu asked: "I just called Director Zhou, are you going to sue Min Zhen? Director Zhou said that he might go to prison for a few months for intentional injury."

"How can I do it in just a few months? I have a long wound," Wen Feixun seemed to completely ignore the diagnosis of "minor injury" at the moment, "Don't worry, my lawyer is very good, just leave it to him , I won’t let him go this time.”

"... Whatever you want, who called you just now?"

"Oh, my mother," the smile on Wen Feixun's face faded, "tell me to go back for dinner tomorrow."

"Just right, I'll have a dinner with my team tomorrow, so you can go home and have a good meal with your parents, they probably haven't seen you for a long time."

Seeing that Wen Feixun was still silent, he guessed that after Xia Ran's death, Mrs. Wen, while sad, said something that made Wen Feixun uncomfortable, or did something that made him uncomfortable.

Jiang Yu simply leaned over, ruffled Wen Feixun's hair with his hands, and comforted him in a brisk tone: "Okay, there are so many divorced and remarried people now, and the streets are full of people with half-parents or half-parents. What are you doing so unhappy? You still have me."

Wen Feixun hugged him: "It's not so exaggerated... But you are right, I have you, Ayu, let's buy a home, a new house, from selection to decoration, all together, put Make it our future home, and then live in it together and live in it forever, okay?"

Jiang Yu was slightly stunned, then smiled and agreed: "Okay."

Before Wen Feixun knew Xia Ran, he liked to eat at home. Aunt Liu had been at Wen's house since he was a child, and the food he cooked was the most suitable for him.

"Fei Xun's here?!" Aunt Liu saw him enter the garden first in the kitchen, and called him by the window in surprise.

"Aunt Liu, what's delicious for today?" Wen Feixun smiled.

"It's all what you like, braised pork rice, braised lion's head, squirrel mandarin fish, Longjing shrimp, and many more!"

"Okay, then I'll wait and eat."

Wen Feixun walked into the house, and this time he didn't come back for more than half a year. The marble dining table in the dining room had been replaced by a mahogany one. He looked at the color and felt a sense of strangeness in his heart.

"Are you back?" Father Wen came down from the second floor. He was 50 years old and had a refined face. When he looked at Wen Feixun, there was a gentle smile in his eyes. Texture, "The complexion looks good."

Wen Feixun smiled: "I've had a good time recently."

"Really, then I'm relieved." Father Wen sighed nonchalantly, "Your mother is in the backyard greenhouse, go and say hello to her."

Wen Feixun lowered his eyes in response, and walked towards the backyard.

There are many flowers in the glass greenhouse, and the variety is also rich. From a distance, they are very beautiful. Wei Jie has been taking care of them personally. After Xia Ran's accident, she didn't have much energy to do it, but it didn't go to waste. A professional gardener was hired to take care of it.

Wei Jie was sitting on the rocking chair in the greenhouse drinking fruit tea, and was watching something with a mobile phone in his hand.

Wen Feixun stood at the door for a while, and called her in a low voice: "Mom."

"Fei Xun!" Wei Jie stood up from the rocking chair in a panic, "I'm back, what are you doing standing there, come in."

Wen Feixun stepped in hesitantly, smelling the fragrance of flowers and tea, and glanced at Wei Jie: "Are you in the mood to come to the greenhouse now? Didn't you come to see them last year when they died?"

Wei Jie smiled awkwardly, and brushed her hair: "Recently, I want to take up these hobbies again, and I can find something to do."

Wen Feixun's face paled, and he nodded: "It's good, so you won't be depressed all the time."

In the past two years, his way of getting along with Wei Jie has changed a lot, and the way he speaks is very unfamiliar. He always feels that there is a barrier between them, and he is not as comfortable as before.

He looked around the flower house, and felt that in the future, he and A Yu's home should also have a place to put flowers, not necessarily a flower house, but a similar place, otherwise he would send them every day, and he couldn't just pile them up in one place. Bar.

As soon as he thought about the matter with Jiang Yu, he began to miss him impatiently, wanted to go back quickly, and wanted to stay together every second.

"It's getting late, Aunt Liu's dishes should be ready, let's go." Wen Feixun stood for a while and then walked out.

"Wait, I want to ask you—"

"hiss!"

Wei Jie grabbed his hand suddenly. Although the wound on Wen Feixun's forearm was shallow, it was impossible to heal overnight. When Wei Jie pulled him, the wound felt a slight tingling pain.

"What's the matter with you?" Wei Jie was stunned, his eyes fell on his unnatural forearm, as if to look through the sleeves of his shirt, his voice raised a little, "Are you injured!?"

"It's just a small injury, it will be fine in a few days." Wen Feixun didn't care.

"How did it hurt?" Wei Jie's eyes were slightly red.

"Is it related to that person named Jiang Yu?"

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