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

Wen Cha is not the Holy Mother, if the operator of the No. [-] car is changed, he may die on the spot. He folded his arms and watched, stepped on a few times while in chaos, and waited for everyone to react and pull them away before he walked up to Wen Rong. .

Wen Rong stared at contestant No. [-], who had a bruised nose and swollen face, and said word by word: "You wait to receive the lawyer's letter."

Number five trembled and wanted to refute, but Wen Rong hit hard, he couldn't open his mouth in pain.

Zheng Mingzhong pushed aside the crowd, staring at the warm tea like Columbus discovering the New World, and was about to see flowers.Before he could speak, Wen Rong asked softly:

"How do you know how to race a car?"

coming.

Wen Cha roughly told Wen Rong the experience of being caught and stuffed into the car by mistake, and then said: "I used to drive tractors and bulldozers in the countryside."

Whether Wen Rong believes it or not, Wen Cha gave a reason anyway. Believe it or not, could he still be dragged into a scientific experiment?

Obviously, no one with a brain would believe it, Qi Xiuzhu looked at the little fox talking nonsense with a blank face.

"Oh, just have a c1 driver's license." Unexpectedly, Wen Rong nodded calmly and stopped talking.

Zheng Mingzhong:?That's it?That's it?

Don't be afraid of fake liars, but be afraid of real blind people.

But his serious brother didn't say anything, and Zheng Mingzhong wouldn't say anything either, he was just warming tea, maybe he wasn't as quiet and well-behaved as he looked, he ran out secretly to learn racing, and happened to be quite talented.

"Stay here for a while." Wen Rong said to Wen Cha, "Zheng Mingzhong and I went to find Lao Bao."

He circled around and finally chose Qi Xiuzhu: "Xiuzhu, help me see my brother."

Wen Cha hugged the helmet obediently, and raised three fingers to swear: "I will definitely not run around again."

He listened to his brother's words and sat down beside Qi Xiuzhu with a smile on his face. The faint sandalwood on Qi Xiuzhu's body isolated all the turmoil around him.

"I'm injured, do you want to take care of me?" Wen Cha stretched out his hand, revealing the scratch on the front of his index finger that was rubbed by the steering wheel in the car.

Not to mention the kind that may automatically heal.

Qi Xiuzhu raised the corners of his mouth a little, as if mocking: "Do you want to call an ambulance for you?"

Wen Cha supported the sofa with one hand, and leaned forward. He just broke out in sweat, and his eyes were still wet, so he frowned slightly.

Qi Xiuzhu's Adam's apple rolled.

Wen Cha suddenly restrained his smile, pursed his full lips, and put his arms around his arms to distance himself.

Angry.

A silent wind surrounded the two of them, and the psychedelic flickering neon lights could only reflect the small side of Wen Cha's exposed face and his naturally raised eye ends.

Qi Xiuzhu put the beads on his fingers, and only there was a little cool touch that could awaken his reason. He asked:

"Do you want a Band-Aid?"

The warm tea maintained its icy appearance, condescending and stretching out its hand in front of Qi Xiuzhu.

His nails are translucent and powdery, with narrow fingertips.

Qi Xiuzhu asked for povidone iodine, cotton swabs and band-aids, and lowered his head to help him treat the wound, because he was so close, his warm breath sprayed onto the skin on the back of his warm tea hands, making him look masculine and seductive.

"Hey, what have you been doing lately?" Wen Cha asked.

I don't know where Qi Xiuzhu's destined bankruptcy journey has progressed?

Qi Xiuzhu didn't raise his eyes. From the angle of warm tea, he could only see his handsome eyebrows and straight nose. He said, "I just finished working on a contract. The company is now my second brother working on a project. I'll put it aside for a while." Fake."

"Oh." Wen Cha didn't understand, and didn't bother to delve into it.

After the band-aid was put on, Qi Xiuzhu didn't let go, he gently squeezed the warm tea's hand, rubbed the round phalanx with his calloused fingertips, and finally held his fingertips, holding them tightly, like a lover The extremely cherished gesture between them: "Want to join the company? You can talk to your brother, or come to Qi's to try."

"I still have to go to school." Wen Cha shrugged, bent his elbows on his thighs, and pressed his chin against his palms. Following this movement, his breath inadvertently followed Qi Xiuzhu's neckline, "If I Go to your company, what position can I have?"

Qi Xiuzhu asked back: "What do you want to do?"

Wen Cha said plainly: "I want to get paid, I don't want to work, I want to fish."

"Okay, if you want to do an internship, come to me." Qi Xiuzhu agreed, his eyelashes lowered the emotions in his eyes, "I promise to help you find the job you want most."

No one can refuse the eyes of a calm and powerful man who focuses on you alone, especially this man is notoriously not close to men and women, and is a god and Buddha far away in the sky.

Wen Cha's eyes were crooked and extremely bright, as if he was completely flattered: "It's done."

Wen Rong's figure appeared in sight, he got up and said goodbye: "I'm going to find my brother, goodbye, see you next time."

As soon as he turned around, he still maintained a beautiful smile on his face, but he snorted coldly in his heart:

I'm afraid that he is not regarded as a commercial spy, and tempted him with beauty?

Little man, when you go bankrupt in the future, I will cover you with the wages earned from the internship.

Wen Rong took Zheng Mingzhong to find Lao Bao to adjust the monitoring, took down the information of the No. [-] contestant who caused trouble, and brought the No. [-] contestant over by the way.

The unlucky No. [-] selected car came back from the toilet and found that there were no people and cars. Looking back, he saw his car showing his skills on the field broadcast, and his heart almost stopped suddenly.

When Wen Rong found him to explain to him, he lost his mind and didn't say a word, as if he had lost his soul. In desperation, Wen Rong had no choice but to take him to see if he had anything to say to Wen Cha.

"Sorry." Wen Cha apologized, "I will compensate you."

"It's okay." Brother No. [-]'s eyes suddenly burst into bright light, and he grabbed Wen Cha's sleeve, "I have never seen my car so majestic! God of car! It has such a bright moment in this life. !"

Seeing Wen Rong's complexion, he hurriedly slipped a business card into Wen Cha's palm and said, "If you're interested, please contact me. You don't need to accompany me in the car. I'll find the insurance company!"

Wen Cha hilariously put away the business card, followed Wen Rong's footsteps and took the car home.

The Mercedes-Benz moved smoothly on the road from the suburbs to the city. The fresh scent of trees on the sidewalk of the road diluted the feeling of smoky air. Wen Rong let out a long sigh of relief. Sure enough, this environment is more comfortable.

Just now he and Zheng Mingzhong made a three-pronged agreement, he stopped torturing Zheng Mingzhong, and Zheng Mingzhong seldom took warm tea to places prone to accidents.

Warm tea is like a beautiful and delicate flower blooming in a greenhouse. He doesn't want him to be stained with dust, but this is just his wishful thinking.Wen Rong hadn't gotten along well with creatures like his younger brother or younger sister before. He didn't know how to express his kindness and teaching without making the other party feel annoying. After all, Wen Cha is now, not eight years old.

Wen Cha sat in the co-pilot, hugged his bear pillow honestly, grabbed the innocent bear's ears, buried his face in it, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, I will tell you what I will do next time."

Wen Rong's depressed mood suddenly relaxed: "I didn't intend to restrict you on purpose, it's not that you can't go, just be careful."

Wen Cha raised his blushing face from being buried, said "Yes", and smiled foolishly: "Thank you brother, I am so happy."

This is the truth, someone looking after you is better than no one looking after you.At least in his previous life, no one helped him when he almost went astray several times.

Stopping at the red light at the intersection, Wen Rong stretched out his hand to stroke his brother's soft black hair, and said in a low and pleasant voice, "It's okay."

The warmth between the two was broken when they arrived at Wen's house and saw Wen Xingsheng's dead father's face.

Wen Rong put on his slippers and was about to go upstairs, Wen Xingsheng's voice contained anger: "Stop!"

Wen Rong stopped, looked at Wen Cha for a moment, and said to him, "You go upstairs first."

Wen Xingsheng glanced at Wen Cha, as if he had just noticed him.

Wen Cha hesitated for a moment, until Wen Rong gave him a comforting look, then he bit his lip and walked up the stairs, and finally stopped at the corner, taking a panoramic view of the downstairs.

"What are you going crazy about recently? Not working hard, running around without doing business?" Wen Xingsheng scolded.

Wen Rong sat on the sofa and replied calmly: "Oh, I'm fine recently, so I'll go and relax."

He asked back: "Shouldn't you be busy when you return to the company after you recover?"

It means that you are busy with your business and don't mind my business.

Wen Xingsheng was furious, thinking of the last time Wen Rong sent him to the hospital for an examination for no reason: "What's wrong with me!"

Wen Rong nodded: "Well, how do I know."

Wen Xingsheng vaguely felt as if he had been scolded, but he couldn't find a reason.

He snorted heavily, with a somewhat inquisitive look on his face: "The marriage between the Wen family and the Qi family..."

Seeing Wen Rong's delay in answering, he simply let it go and said: "Twisted melons are not sweet, Junhao and Xiaoshui are childhood sweethearts, they have a foundation of affection, they are more suitable."

Wen Rong's tone was very cold: "The Patriarch of the Qi family has already decided to order small tea, what else can you do?"

Wen Xingsheng pondered: "It happened because of him, so let him talk about it, he is a member of the Wen family and should understand something..."

"enough!"

Wen Xingsheng's words were interrupted, he turned his head in surprise, Wen Rong had already stood up and looked down at him.

Although his eldest son was not close to him and got along indifferently, he had never disobeyed him.Looking at it now, the eldest son's eyes were surprisingly indifferent.

"He just came back, is he about to sacrifice for the so-called family? First ask what you gave him, and then see if he is qualified to ask for it!"

Regardless of whether he should dedicate himself to ludicrous benefits even if he is favored, Wen Cha has been like an outsider in this family since he came back. Where does his father have the face?

Wen Xingsheng sternly said, as if he had been stepped on, "I brought him back from that dilapidated mountain village, fed him and clothed him..."

Wen Rong's 1.8-meter-five tall stature gave people a strong sense of oppression. He didn't want to argue with the mentally handicapped anymore, so he lifted his foot and left, saying: "If it's not your turn, I can do it too."

Wen Xingsheng was so pissed off by the contempt in his tone: "You were also raised by me!"

Wen Rong paused for a moment, with a mocking smile on his lips, and walked back to his room.

Twelve midnight.

There was a knock on the door of Wen Rong's room, before Wen Rong could agree, the visitor had already opened the door familiarly and poked his head out: "Brother, I'm here to deliver the milk."

Wen Rong's brows froze: "I thought you forgot."

Wen Cha felt guilty, his mother Xue Mei always took him to go shopping in the days when he came back, the physical exertion was too great, he fell asleep as soon as he got home, and he really forgot for several days.

The steaming smoke from the rising milk relieved Wen Rong's tense temples. He picked up the glass and took a sip, as if he was thinking about something. After a long while, he said to Wen Cha, "Would you like to stay with Grandpa for a while?"

"Why?" Wen Cha was aggrieved, "Is brother going to drive me away?"

"No." Wen Rong shook his head, "I won't drive you away, someone in this family is very unlucky."

Wen Cha almost couldn't hold back his acting skills and laughed out loud.

His brother is talking nonsense.

"You are just sick, so you need a comfortable environment. Grandpa's house is quiet and suitable for you to recuperate." Wen Rong explained slowly.

Wen Cha smiled and said, "Okay."

He took away the empty milk glass, said "good night" and walked out.

"Wait." Wen Rong called to stop him.

When Wen Cha turned back, Wen Rong suddenly put on a serious attitude, obviously dressed in home clothes that looked like a suit and tie, but there was a lot of hidden warmth:

"I didn't know what you liked before, so you didn't give any gifts when you came. Now I know, this is for you, you can use it to buy a trolley."

He took something out of the drawer and handed warm tea.

An unlimited black card.