The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

How could this be?Why is this happening?

It was obvious that he and brother Junhao were the two families who saw each other before, even after Wen Cha came back, Qi Junhao's parents liked him even more and told him in private that he didn't like Wen Cha at all.

But now a Patriarch of the Qi family suddenly appeared and said that his granddaughter-in-law must warm tea, what about him?What is he?

"Xiao Shui! Xiao Shui!" Lin Mu's nervous voice brought back Wen Leshui's sanity, and he waved his hand in front of the distraught Wen Leshui.

Wen Leshui managed to hold back the sore eyes, at least not to embarrass himself in public. He could no longer laugh, and the corners of his mouth drooped indifferently: "I'm fine, maybe I have low blood sugar."

"What?" Lin Mu wanted to hold Wen Leshui's face, but he avoided it calmly, "I'll ask the waiter to bring you some glucose."

Wen Leshui was not in the mood and nodded indiscriminately.

The others ignored the communication between them, they were already overwhelmed by old master Qi's words, bowed their heads or made eye contact or whispered.

"Damn it, is this really young master being recognized just like that? What a bargain..."

"The original candidate was Wen Leshui. No matter how you look at it, Wen Leshui is better than Wencha as a marriage partner. Wencha's luck is really good."

"Who is lucky? You can't say for sure? Look at Wen Cha's face. I would marry him too."

Zheng Mingzhong's thoughts were different from theirs: "No way, my brother Wen Cha is about to step into the grave of marriage? It's really boring."

As one of the best, the Qi family is now considered to be completely tied to the boat of marrying the Qi family.

A trace of worry flashed in Xue Qingzhou's eyes, and he smiled wryly, "I'm afraid Ah Rong will scold me."

Before Wen Rong left for a meeting abroad, he had been told to take care of Wencha, but when he came back from the meeting, he found that his brother was gone, so he was not allowed to raise a knife to kill someone.

Zheng Mingzhong didn't pay attention to Xue Qingzhou's words, he suddenly waved his hands vigorously, like a monkey: "Xiuzhu, here!"

Qi Xiuzhu had just finished greeting from the main table, followed by warm tea and walked towards them.

"Oh, brother Wen Cha will be your nephew and daughter-in-law from now on, so you have to take good care of her." Zheng Mingzhong winked.

Qi Xiuzhu ignored him and sat down.Wen Cha sat next to Xue Qingzhou obediently, Wen Leshui said to Lin Mu, "I'm going to find my cousin" and sat at their table.For a moment, the atmosphere on the table was stagnant, and no one spoke.

Wen Cha didn't bother to pay attention to the ups and downs in other people's hearts. After staying for a long time, he was already hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and concentrated on cooking.Although he eats quickly, he is not in a mess. His long eyelashes, delicate fleshy nose and ruddy lips are revealed from a low angle of view, like a cute little hamster.

The people at the table glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and couldn't help staring at his face in a daze.

Xue Qingzhou thoughtfully handed Wen Cha a glass of orange juice: "Eat slowly."

"Hey, why can't my old man act preemptively and abduct brother Wen Cha to my house, but your Qi family snatched him first." Zheng Mingzhong sighed, if there were beauties in front of him every day, he would be so beautiful that he would eat a few more meals. Wan, thinking about it this way, stepping into the grave of marriage is not a bad thing.

Qi Xiuzhu glanced at Wen Cha's beautiful side face, his eyes darkened: "I'm not sure."

Zheng Mingzhong was puzzled: "Just now your old man admitted it with his own ears, and we all heard it!"

"I'm getting old, I can't tell if I think about it." Qi Xiuzhu's face was clear and handsome, and he couldn't see any emotions.

Wen Leshui's eyes lit up, and he looked at Qi Xiuzhu carefully.

The man leaned his shoulders on the back of the carved wooden chair, casually fiddled with the ancient sandalwood-colored Buddha bead bracelet that he took off from his wrist.His pupils were very dark, half of his face was sunk in the light and shadow from the shade of the trees outside, his demeanor was handsome and cold.

Qi Junhao is in awe and disdain for his little uncle, and when he is mentioned, he always brings a bit of distorted contempt and deeply hidden jealousy, but no matter what, he cannot deny the fact that he is the hottest dignitary in the Qi family and even the upper echelons of City C.

Whenever he saw Qi Xiuzhu, he would think: Can gods and Buddhas also move the hearts of mortals into the world of mortals?

Judging from Qi Xiuzhu's tone, it seems that he does not approve of Wen Cha's marriage with Qi's family.

or……

Qi Xiuzhu's eyes were fixed on a certain place, it seemed to be in the direction of warming tea but it didn't seem to be, but the slight alienation in his eyes was not fake.

Does he hate warm tea?

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Leshui secretly felt joy in his heart.

He suddenly remembered something about the Qi family:

When the Patriarch of the Qi family was nearly forty years old, he had an ambiguous account and flirted with a young girl. At that time, Mrs. Qi happened to be pregnant with Qi Xiuzhu, and in a fit of rage, she became pregnant and almost had a dystocia.

The head of the Qi family was so frightened that he cut off contact with the girl.But that girl came to Qi's house to look for him later, and collided with the young Qi Xiuzhu, which shocked Qi Xiuzhu into a serious illness.

I heard that the girl did have a good appearance, hibiscus face, willow-leaf eyebrows, pretty and charming, she spoke like a coquettish deliberately, she was of the same type as Wencha, even the delicate brown mole on the side of her face was in the same place.

Wen Leshui's heart was beating heavily with excitement, and he could hear the heavy beating in his chest like drums.As long as Qi Xiuzhu doesn't like warm tea, as long as Qi Xiuzhu is willing to deal with warm tea, and Mrs. Qi...

Lin Mu happened to come to their table cheekily, and echoed Qi Xiuzhu's words: "Patriarch Qi's joke is just a joke, who doesn't know that Mrs. Qi doesn't like you the most."

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard the words, they obviously thought of the scandalous affair of the Qi family, and also understood the reason for Qi Xiuzhu's previous remarks.As long as Mrs. Qi is unwilling, Patriarch Qi, who owes her, will definitely withdraw his promise.

Wen Cha glanced at Wen Leshui's joyful eyes, and secretly smiled inwardly: You don't really think that green tea like him would be afraid of tea appreciators, do you?

But now that he is full of food and drinks, he is in a good mood, and he has the time to accompany Lin Mu to fight, so he asked knowingly, "What type?"

"Good-looking on the outside, the type of idiot on the inside, looks like a fox." Lin Mu said bitterly.

"Okay, shut up." Zheng Mingzhong couldn't stand it anymore, and interrupted aloud.

"Lin Mu, have you been free recently?" Even the usually good-tempered Xue Qingzhou also lowered his face.

But Xue Qingzhou, who is engaged in art, can't pose any threat to Lin Mu's family, and what Qi Xiuzhu said, Lin Mu has nothing to fear: "Could it be that I am wrong when I say the facts?"

Wen Cha lowered his head, pursed his lips, his eyes were full of light, and his voice was a little unsteady: "I'm not an idiot, I will learn..."

Wen Leshui wanted to observe Qi Xiuzhu's reaction again to judge his attitude towards Wencha.

But Qi Xiuzhu lowered his head, and seemed to have a quick glance in the direction of the warm tea. The veins on the back of the hand holding the Buddhist beads suddenly popped up, the cuff buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and the muscle lines of his forearm exposed were tense, and his Adam's apple was rolling, as if he was holding back What.

Wen Leshui was secretly delighted, it seemed that Qi Xiuzhu hated Wencha so much, even his appearance and voice were unbearable.

The depression hidden in his heart recently was swept away, Wen Cha was just playing tricks, he still had a chance.

He comforted Wen Cha in a soft voice: "Amu, stop talking. Xiaocha, I believe in you, you will definitely learn it."

"Our family's affairs don't allow outsiders to interfere." Xue Qingzhou's face was expressionless, and his warm temperament in the past was like a layer of ice.

For some reason, Wen Leshui felt that Xue Qingzhou seemed to be telling him.But the other party's eyes were locked on Lin Mu's body, and they didn't target him.

Wen Leshui breathed a sigh of relief, it should just be him thinking too much.

It was the first time Zheng Mingzhong saw Xue Qingzhou lose his temper. He was afraid that Xue Qingzhou and Lin Mu would get into trouble at the banquet, and everyone would look bad, so he pulled him up: "Come out with me to get some air."

After they left, Wen Leshui smiled and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Lin Mu snorted coldly and followed.

Only warm tea and Qi Xiuzhu remained on the table.

The autumn wind outside the window blew between the two of them, it was strangely deserted.

Wen Cha frowned, his brows were full of water, his complexion was as white as tender lotus root, his nose and eyes were red, and he looked pitiful.

He raised his head, and Qi Xiuzhu stared at him, his eyes were covered with mist, deep and invisible, like the dark tidal sea before the storm.

Wen Cha smiled lightly, and the teardrops hanging on his eyelashes fell slowly in the blink of an eye, making people unable to help but want to wipe them away pityingly.

"Feel it?" he asked.

He propped up his chin to approach the distance between the two of them, ambiguous and innocent, with black hair and amber eyes with small apertures, bright and bright.

His warm breath sprayed on the side of Qi Xiuzhu's ear:

"When I cried to you?"

"Still..." He draws out his tone and picks up the ending, as if he is acting like a spoiled child.

"Or when I rubbed your calf under my desk?"