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

The silence speaks.

Wen Cha thoughtfully shut up and left the battlefield to the pair of wild mandarin ducks who were about to stage a love affair.

"Brother Junhao." Wen Leshui's lips lost their color. Normally, when other people discussed him in private, he could still pretend not to care, but when these words came out of Qi Junhao's mouth, he realized that his usual calm response was just pretending .

That is his bamboo horse, even he looks down on his identity as a fake young master, who else can believe it?

"Xiao Shui, no." Qi Junhao didn't know how to reply for a while. He and Wen Leshui have been together for many years. No matter how cold-blooded he is, the other party still has a certain weight in his heart. Comfort Xiaocha."

Wen Leshui bit her lips lightly: "Don't say it anymore, I know, my status is humble, my birth is not good, and I am no longer worthy of being yours..."

"No!" Qi Junhao heard the sadness behind Wen Leshui's words, and hurriedly stepped forward to squeeze his wrist tightly, looking deeply into his eyes, "Trust me, okay?"

Wen Leshui was lost in Qi Junhao's deep eyes, and forgot to cry for a while.

Wen Cha's heart was full of joy, like a vicious old witch watching Gong Shou's emotional drama. By the way, he matched the hypocritical words he had read in the book with the current scene, wishing he could move a small bench to eat sunflower seeds and applaud.

In the original book, there is exactly the same situation, the main character Gong Shou is endlessly sticky when he talks about love, completely ignoring the existence of the original body, as if the original body would not get mad when he heard these words.But, it's normal for the other people to be background boards for routine intelligence-reducing operations.

Slowly picked up the warm tea shirt collar with both hands, and said coolly: "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

!

It was only then that Wen Cha realized that the person standing with Wen Leshui just now was clearly another background board - his elder brother Wen Rong, and Wen Rong was still trying to persuade him not to come to the banquet yesterday.

Wen Rong squinted indifferently. Wen Leshui and Qi Junhao, who had already taken the initiative to go to a more secret corner, couldn't hear what they were talking about, but anyone with eyes could see the atmosphere of mutual confession and know what was going on with them .

Wen Rong glanced again and lowered his head to quietly pay attention to the younger brother there:

So poor, no eyes.

He hates iron but not steel: "Follow up."

The [-] o'clock drama of Golden Dog Blood is not over yet, and Wen Cha still wants to eat melons, but how can the well-behaved baby brother who is kissed by the big brother overturn so easily, he can only keep up quickly.

They found a private seat, and Wen Rong spoke out the words he had organized on the way here, saying: "You are still young, don't worry, there is not only one man in the world, you don't have to hang on one man. Go out more Get in touch with the new world, if it doesn’t work, I can recommend some excellent friends to you.”

"What?" Wen Cha was ready for Wen Rong to ask him why he was there, but unexpectedly, the other party came directly to Duan Seventh Aunt and Eighth Aunt's blind date announcement.

Wen Rong was really surprised when he saw Wen Cha at first, but considering how much Wen Cha loved Qi Junhao before, it seemed not so surprising.After much deliberation, he didn't think of any good idea that could reduce his younger brother's love brain, so he could only pimp with tears in his eyes.

"It's just a marriage contract between the Wen family and the Qi family. The person from the Qi family may not necessarily be Qi Junhao, and the person from the Wen family may not necessarily be you." Wen Rong said.

Wen Cha slowly figured out something interesting, the marriage agreed by the two families has a lot to do, and the candidate for the conclusion of the Qi family does not necessarily point to Qi Junhao alone, but the original body is stirring up wind and rain to attract all eyes, It caused outsiders to think that Qi Junhao had to make a marriage contract.

"So the Wen family still let Xiao Shui go?" Wen Cha showed an appropriate expression of frustration and envy.

Wen Rong's sluggish head suddenly understood that what Wen Cha was fighting for was not the marriage contract, but who was behind the scenes representing who belonged to the Wen family.He has no sense of belonging when he first arrives, and he can only express his feelings with such childish and hysterical appeals.

He pondered: "Strictly speaking, his surname is not Wen."

Wen Cha was surprised, it wasn't Wen Leshui or himself: "Brother, are you going to get married?"

Wen Rong sneered, "Let Wen Xingsheng go."

He hated the marriage thing the most. In his opinion, absolute strength can prove everything, so why use the way of sacrificing marriage to gain benefits.Gentlemen love money and get it in a proper way, socialism should not encourage these unhealthy tendencies!

Wencha laughed out loud.

Wen Rong blankly looked at his younger brother whose smiling eyes were like puddles of water, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you brother." Wen Cha thanked him sincerely.

He had never felt the warmth of a brother before, only experienced the intrigue between brothers, he had never met an elder brother like Wen Rong who was purely for his family.It's rare to experience such a straight man's pure family affection, no matter how hard-hearted he is, he will be moved a little bit.

Embarrassed by being stared at, Wen Rong touched the back of his head.

Wen Cha's next actions relieved his uneasiness.

To thank him, Wen Cha said, "Let me treat my brother to a cup of tea."

There is a complete tea set next to the private seat.

Pour the pot, iron the cup, pick up the tea.

Those tea art masters made tea flowers, used century-old sunken wood and gold-plated teapots, and boasted how clever they were, but the shrewd calculations in their eyes were more ups and downs than the tea leaves in their cups, and they were so gentle that they frowned.But the movements of warming the tea flow smoothly, without any sense of stagnation, like spreading clouds or fluttering butterflies.His side face is serious, it looks firm and sincere, and there is still a sickness on his face that cannot be dissipated, and his obviously thin wrist shows a calm and steady strength.

Wen Rong stared at him closely, and suddenly felt that he had never gotten to know this younger brother well.

A dead branch just came in from the window, and the fingers on the side were like warm jade, showing the texture of jade.His person is shrouded in hazy light and shadow, and he has a fragile feeling like a shadow in water.

The tea poured over.

Fragrant!

The pure and rich woody aroma and the cinnamon flavor in the medicinal materials set off the tea flavor without overwhelming the guests. The smoke curls up, and there is a faint aroma of orchids to follow.

Wen Rong held his breath subconsciously, and after realizing it, he couldn't help but absorb the fragrance in the air.

"Fuck, it's you!" A pleasantly surprised male voice broke the silence.

Concentrating on the warm tea, he poured three small cups straight to the top.

Turning around, a big face appeared in front of him, which startled him and almost overturned the tea table.

Wen Rong pulled it away with his hands: "Zheng Mingzhong, stay away from my brother."

"So this is your brother, hey, Wen Rong, you really found a treasure, why can't I drop a versatile and precious brother from the sky." Zheng Mingzhong came forward familiarly, "Hi, brother, my name is Zheng Mingzhong, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Ever since he went back to the mansion to drink that cup of tea but couldn't find anyone, he has been thinking about it all the time, but he has no authority to check the surveillance of the mansion, and asked all the waiters but couldn't answer why, so he almost gave up.I didn't expect that it would take no effort to find a place after breaking through the iron shoes, so I picked up a leak at the Qi family banquet.

He quickly brought over a cup of tea, took a small sip, the mouth was not astringent, and after a sip, he wanted to take another sip, three or two sips of a cup of tea.With a shy face, he said, "Brother, have another drink."

"Go away." Wen Rong pushed Zheng Mingzhong away with a dark face, "This is my younger brother."

Zheng Mingzhong yelled: "Oh, I'm so proud. Let me tell you, since he's younger than us, he's everyone's younger brother. Are you right, Xiuzhu?"

Warm Cha's hand holding the teacup froze, and turned his head to look at the young man standing at the end.

When his eyes fell on the string of Buddhist beads, he confirmed the identity of this person.

Qi Xiuzhu, that is, Qi Junhao's younger uncle, is also the boss who has a lot of gold fingers in the book but becomes a foil for the protagonist.

As the youngest son of Mr. Qi, he seems to have absorbed all the feng shui of the Qi family, and gave birth to the appearance of Zhilan Yushu.But when he was a child, he was weak and sick. His mother specially went to the temple to ask for a string of Buddhist beads to keep him safe, which became his symbolic item.

The young man didn't answer Zheng Mingzhong's question, but said, "Let's get down to business."

Interestingly, Wen Cha has always been sensitive to people's emotions, and he actually felt Qi Xiuzhu's alienation from him, but it is clear that in the original book, this person is the most gentle and gentle existence to anyone.

"Yes, yes, look at my brain, I almost forgot the business!" Zheng Mingzhong sat down next to Wen Cha, and said courteously, "Brother, I have a business to discuss with you. Of course, if you can fall in love , I would also like to talk to you."

Wen Rong couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed Zheng Mingzhong's collar to have a good conversation with him.

Qi Xiuzhu took a step back to make way for them, and walked over to sit on the leather couch not far from the warm tea.

"Taste?" Wen Cha motioned for him to pick up the teacup.

"Thank you." Qi Xiuzhu nodded, his phoenix eyes drooped, and the porcelain white cup was placed on his lips.

Wen Cha took the opportunity to stare at him and fell into deep thought.

Old man Qi came late to have a son, and he dotes on this little son very much. At least in the eyes of everyone now, the next head of the Qi family has already decided him.

It's a pity that only Wen Cha knew that Qi Xiuzhu's future will not be as smooth as everyone thought. He will lose his legs due to an accident and be devastated. Successfully giving the protagonist a chance to take the top position can be regarded as a model of beauty, strength and misery.

According to the routine of Chuanshu, Wen Cha should now go up and make friends with Qi Xiuzhu, and help him avoid disaster at the right time, so it is logical that because he saved the big boss, he became the big boss's Bai Yueguang.

shit.

Do not sympathize with men, you will become unhappy.

What is so pitiful about men.

Covered with white snow, lush forests and bamboos.

Wen Cha's eyes swept across the man, like a hook about to be lifted inch by inch, then lifted and touched.The man has wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and the shirt's exquisitely cut fabric can't hide his lean muscles. His wrist bones are protruding and his knuckles are well defined. Divide evil spirit.

Qi Xiuzhu seemed to notice his gaze, and nodded politely.The warm tea didn't dodge or evade, and put their hands on the sofa to narrow the distance between them. The mellow and calm scent of the perfume on the other party was extremely abstinent, but it made people feel restless, and the blood and heart boiled together.

"What's wrong?" Qi Xiuzhu asked.

Wen Cha smiled, with the tails of his eyes upturned, and gently brushed his hair and earlobe: "There is a broken leaf on your head."

He opened his palms to show the withered yellow broken leaves, sat up straight and recovered his original shape, and gently ran his nails over the veins of the remaining leaves in his palms.

Tsk, I don't want to save him, but I really want to sleep.