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

Wen Cha quietly cleared the tea table, and did not deliberately talk to Qi Xiuzhu again.

Qi Junhao, who was chatting with Wen Leshui, came back alone. It seemed that he had calmed down and directly avoided the possibility of confrontation between rivals in love.

"Uncle." When Qi Junhao saw Qi Xiuzhu, he was surprised at first, and bowed respectfully, but when he bent down, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

He wants to occupy a position in the Qi family, and Qi Xiuzhu is his biggest opponent.But Qi Xiuzhu's existence is really unshakable, he can't do anything about it for the time being, he can only succumb to it, secretly looking for an opportunity.

"Hmm." Qi Xiuzhu only uttered one syllable in a low voice in response.

Qi Junhao raised his head and looked at Qi Xiuzhu and Wen Cha who were sitting together.

One is handsome and indifferent, and the other is beautiful and smart. There is obviously no connection, but there is an indescribable sense of harmony when looking at them.

"Little tea, come here." Qi Junhao slowed down his tone, but there was no doubt in his tone.The domineering in his bones made him regard warm tea as his appendage, which cannot be questioned at all.

Fortunately, Wen Cha didn't resist, and walked obediently to his side, with half a smile in his eyes: "Are you finished chatting?"

Qi Junhao thought that Wen Cha was jealous, so he immediately smiled: "It's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs, so I apologize to him."

The warm tea was cold and sarcastic, but the innocent and proud look remained on his face: "Oh, I thought you told him how much you cared about him, after all you are childhood sweethearts."

He didn't hide his dislike for Wen Leshui at all. With Qi Junhao's degree of suspicion, if Wen Cha suddenly blamed his rival for the sake of his love rival, he would be even more suspicious.

Qi Junhao hypocritically said: "Emotions never come first, first come first."

From the corner of his eyes while warming the tea, he noticed that Qi Xiuzhu, who was watching with great interest, had a meaningful look in his dark eyes.

But Wen Cha didn't panic. Leaving aside Qi Xiuzhu, he knew that the two of them were acting each other. Even if they saw it, there was no evidence.He calmly picked up a small portion of tiramisu to taste, not bothering about the undercurrent of the two men surnamed Qi.

On the other side, Zheng Mingzhong also picked up a small cake, stuffed his mouth with cream, and muttered, "Wen Rong, I didn't blame you, how could you cut off our brother Wen Cha's fortune?"

He and Wen Rong graduated in the same year, although they are not familiar with each other, they are not unfamiliar. There are also circles in the second generation, and the outstanding ones look down on those, so it is a bit casual.

"The Wen family can afford him." Wen Rong wasn't used to people acting foolishly in front of him, so he turned his eyes away in disgust.

Zheng Mingzhong sneered: "The Wen family can afford him, and they can also afford Wen Leshui. It's never been a question of whether they can afford it or not, but a question of the status of the real and fake young master in the eyes of outsiders."

Wen Leshui is well-known, received the best education since childhood, has many supporters, and is favored by the family.And warm tea has nothing, and the comparison between the two is clear at a glance.

Wen Rong understood Zheng Mingzhong's hidden meaning and didn't know how to reply, so he stopped talking.

Zheng Mingzhong took advantage of the victory to pursue, changed the foot that was under pressure, put his hand on Wen Rong's shoulder, and looked like a good brother: "Young Master Wen, although you are a business genius, but when it comes to people's sophistication, I can be Your half teacher."

"Money is not the problem, the problem is that there is no money. Isn't it good to let our brother create his own wealth with both hands? It will help improve his self-confidence."

"It's my younger brother." Wen Rong pushed his hand away and corrected, "If you want to discuss business with him, you can ask him what he means, and I will help him check it out."

It seemed that he let go, Zheng Ming was overjoyed, and hurried back, fearing that he would run away.

He didn't care about the floating atmosphere between Qi Xiuzhu and Wencha.

Zheng Mingzhong sat down next to Wen Cha: "Brother, let me tell you, I will take you to a banquet in a few days, and the banquet will be full of old men, don't be afraid, I'm going to find you to make a cup of tea for my old man. In exchange, I'll give you 100 million, how about it?"

Good tea needs to be prepared with good skills, so as not to waste the tea leaves he found so hard, and warm tea is the most suitable person he can think of.

Wen Cha had already agreed in his heart, but he had to put on a show, so he looked up at Wen Rong's attitude.

For some reason, he heard Nengsu's broken leg chuckle beside his ear with no clear meaning.

But he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and concentrated on seeking Wen Rong's advice: "Brother..."

Wen Rong was softened by such dependent and eager eyes, and felt that he should take on the responsibility of being an older brother, and said to Zheng Mingzhong: "200 million."

Zheng Mingzhong yelled: "Damn! Wen Rong, you really dare to speak!"

Wen Rong was indifferent: "200 million is not much to you."

The warm tea that is pretending to be a well-behaved brother is deeply lemony.

"Okay." Zheng Mingzhong took out his phone, "Brother, I'll add you, and I'll send you the time and place when the time comes."

After the dinner party, Wen Tea got a business by accident and returned home contentedly.

Wen Rong recently moved back to Wen's house, and there was an extra light in the house that was turned off late at night.As an out-and-out workaholic, Wen Rong can precisely set what to do at every moment, and drink a cup of coffee at ten o'clock on time every day.All in all, if you don't sleep every day, you will die for a hundred years.

At ten o'clock today, as usual, there was a tuk tuk outside the door, and someone knocked lightly.

"Come in." Wen Rong took off his anti-blue light glasses and rubbed his temples wearily.

He didn't expect the person to come, he was a little surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

Warm Tea put the milk on the table: "I heard from Wang Ma that my brother is a little insomnia, how can he still drink coffee if he is insomnia, I decided to replace the coffee with hot milk on my own."

Wen Rong nodded: "Put it there."

He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, he picked up the milk and gulped it down, then pushed the empty cup towards the warm tea.

"I'm done." His tone was stiff.

There was a hint of a smile in Wen Cha's eyes.

Wen Rong slowly relaxed his brows when he saw how satisfied he was.

When he was a child, he fantasized about what his younger brother would be like. When his mother Xue Mei became pregnant again, she put her little hand on her stomach and told him, "Arong, this is my younger brother."

younger brother.

Wen Rong thought, he must treat his younger brother well in the future.

But when Wen Leshui grows up, he grows up to be a good and good boy in everyone's eyes, and is loved by all adults, but Wen Rong doesn't like him. Can only admit that he may never be a good brother.

But the arrival of warm tea brought him a brand new proposition. He had to deal with teenagers who might be scared away at any time in a more rigorous way than with work, but he couldn't get along with teenagers in the same way as with work. The last proof question in the math test paper is even more difficult.

But strangely, he wasn't in a bad mood.

"What do you want me to do?" Wen Rong let go of the hand that was habitually placed on the mouse, crossed his hands, and rephrased the original question.

Wen Cha came forward to please him and pulled the corner of his clothes, and pulled the stool to his side, pitifully: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from my brother."

He said, "Mom is coming back tomorrow."

Their mother, Xue Mei, has held an art exhibition in Paris since the beginning of the year. The project was so big that she couldn’t escape when the truth about the real and fake young master was revealed. The news that she will be back at home tomorrow.

Wen Cha straightened his long legs, and the soft touch of the plush carpet on his feet made him retract uneasily:

"Daddy doesn't seem to like me."

"Then, will mom like me?"

Wen Rong felt as if a spoonful of lemonade had been poured into his heart, it was very sour.

He comforted each word in a deep voice, which seemed to be a guarantee: "Mom will like you."

"Okay." Wen Cha grinned at Wen Rong in the backlight, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes, as if his words could calm his mind.

He was wearing a gray cashmere sweater today, and under the dim light, his whole body was furry like a small animal, which made people want to touch him.

Wen Rong cleared his throat and stretched out his hand tentatively, heading straight for Wen Cha's little head who was about to leave.

Who knew that as soon as Wen Cha turned around, his hand turned abruptly in a panic, and pushed the cup forward: "Remember to take the cup away."

"Oh oh." Wen Cha understood, picked up the cup and raised his hand, "Bye bye, brother, good night."

"Good night."

As soon as the door was locked, Wen Rong lowered his hand angrily, and patted his thigh angrily.

Didn't touch it again!

At 04:30 in the morning, city c airport.

A tired yet elegant lady appeared at the airport and got into the long-awaited car.

"Ma'am, you can squint for a while," the driver reminded.

Xue Mei smiled bitterly: "Where can I sleep, I feel uncomfortable."

She did not hesitate to catch a red-eye flight, just to see her own child as soon as possible.Maternal love is innate, and she can't imagine how her child spent the first ten years abroad?The palms and backs of her hands are full of flesh. She can't make a choice between the two children, so she can only avoid sex and go to work.But when she heard that Wen Cha was seriously ill, she immediately finished the project as quickly as possible, which would take half a month.

Shy of being close to the hometown, she imagined the scene of meeting Wen Cha countless times in her mind, and overturned it countless times. Her thoughts were in a mess and a mess.

The driver said in relief, "Young master is fine."

In his opinion, the young master was a little gloomy when he first came home, and there were a lot of bad rumors, but after the real meeting, the young master greeted him with a smile, and the sun was shining brightly. It's not the same at all.

"Really? It's my fault, it's my fault." Xue Mei murmured, her eyes couldn't help being sore.

The car is speeding on the highway, and soon the scenery is far behind, and the length of time cannot be estimated because of people's mood.

The familiar gate of Wen's family, there is a garden in front of the villa, Xue Mei likes to take care of it by herself when she is at home, at this moment the sky is dimly lit, and the mist in the garden gradually dissipates, revealing flourishing clusters of flowers.

Her eyes swept casually, and her heart suddenly stopped beating for a second.

In front of her most beloved bush of roses, stood a young man watering the flowers.

As a cutting-edge artist, Xue Mei naturally has the most demanding aesthetics.

In short, she is an out-and-out face dog.

When she used to live in the compound, she was keen to go around and see the beautiful children of other people's homes. It would be even better if she could recognize them as her godson by the way!

Wen Rong, the eldest of her family, was well-born, but looking cold would make people freeze. Wen Leshui is delicate and elegant, but in reality, she can't even touch the threshold of a top-notch beauty.

But the young man standing in the garden at this moment, his black temples were wet with dew, his skin was so white that there was no smoke, like the shadow of a white rose.Like God's brushstrokes, even the best painters can't carefully adjust such rich colors.

Whose little fairy boy is this!