Dumb painter giants grudge

Ever since He Shishen's accident, Wen Rang ate perfunctorily every day, basically fast food.

But he was kind to He Shishen, and what he served was noodles cooked by himself.

"Salty." He Shishen took a sip, "Add some water for me."

Without even thinking about it, Wen Rang took the kettle beside the bed and poured water directly into He Shishen's bowl.

"It's a bit unpalatable, but it's still quite delicious." He Shishen quickly got up.

After all, in the past two days after waking up, he can only secretly eat some bread while Wen Rang is not around, he really can't help himself.

"I've been sleeping these days, you haven't eaten, okay?" He Shishen stared at the bowl, "I'm sorry for making you tired."

Although the news moved his heart, he still couldn't help cursing in his heart: This is the only thing I can listen to.

"It's been a month, it's getting cold, and my memory is still that we went to %2F%2F to have fun in the grapefruit forest."

"It would be great if it didn't happen. I didn't have time to tell you about many things before, and it was delayed."

"When I woke up and saw you were still here, I was so happy, you finally stopped running."

do not talk.

Wen Rang took out a tissue, wiped the other person's mouth, and pecked the other person.

"You won't kiss if you don't wipe your mouth?" He Shishen put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Actually, I didn't even brush my teeth."

Wen Rang OS: ....

After eating, He Shishen said he wanted to get out of bed for a walk, but his left leg seemed to have not recovered, so he could only walk with the help of other things.

"I'm limping, don't you think you'll dislike me?" He Shishen put his hand on the opponent's shoulder and limped down the stairs, "What should I do? If you want to run away, I can only crawl after you gone."

Wen Rang didn't expect He Shishen to be so heavy, and the other party deliberately put pressure on him.

After Lei Yuan came over at noon, the news that He Shishen was limping spread quickly in the company.

Prior to this, there had been a lot of discussion in the company. Some said that He Shishen had gone on a business trip, some said that he was newlywed on his honeymoon, and some said that he was kidnapped on a rainy night, and even that he was sentenced to three years in prison. There are different opinions, and rumors are endless.

"Damn it! My wife stole a man and ran away with him, and my leg was broken on the way to chase him!" He Shishen questioned Lei Yuan in front of him angrily.

Lei Yuan scratched his face, "No, it's like that in the tea room, it's better to listen less."

"Okay, what happened to the matter I asked you to talk about." He Shishen sat on the wheelchair and looked at the documents Lei Yuan brought.

"Not very good."

"What do you mean it's not good enough?"

"CIC won't sell it, and the other party said the reserve price is at least 5000 million."

"How dare he raise the price so high! It has tripled for no reason?"

Lei Yuan looked outside the door, and after confirming that Wen Rang would not come, he said in a low voice: "'WF' is what Song Rong wants to sell, and Song Li didn't agree at all. Soon after CIC paid all the money, Song Li I wanted to buy it back again, but CIC didn’t sell it and raised the price directly.”

"Damn it, this grandson is clearly trying to rob me." He Shishen thumped the quilt, "I haven't settled the score with Song last time."

Lei Yuan hesitated, but said it anyway, "Boss, 'WF' is not worth the price, it doesn't look good for us to develop ourselves based on our formula."

"Who said that I will use it to collect money when I buy it back."

"Then why spend so much money on it? Besides, we don't rely on this business to make money, so we can buy three rubber plantations." Lei Yuan sighed.

He Shishen piled the documents in his hand aside, "I just can't see others taking money from this."

"Boss, I'm not talking about you. If we want to buy back their good things, we can't use them. Think about how much effort and money we have wasted trying to compete with the Song Corporation. If the company continues to play like this this year, we will not be able to pay for it." Lei The far voice is getting smaller and smaller.

"Some things are priceless after bearing someone's imprint. Song Rong's more than 2000 million yuan can be sold cheaply."

Lei Yuan couldn't understand, but he also knew that the persuasion was fruitless.

"You help me contact CIC, I want to talk to them in person."

"Yes."

"Also." He Shishen patted his left leg, "Bring me a wheelchair."

Lei Yuan let out a cry, "Boss, are you really lame?"

"You're spreading rumors everywhere that I'm lame, and you pretend I don't know? The title of chairman of the dissemination of information in the tea room is almost written on your face." He Shishen gave the other party a white look.

Lei Yuan knew he was wrong, "I know, but will it affect the spirit of the company if you go to the company in a wheelchair?"

"What is influence? If I use a wheelchair to go to the company, I will be called physically disabled!" He Shishen couldn't bear it, "Who said I'm going to the company? Bring it over to me, and just hand it over to Deputy He."

Lei Yuan nodded, "Then why are you still in a wheelchair at home?"

"Don't I need to wash, cook, and dry clothes at home?" He Shishen asked while clasping his hands.

"Can't you do it without a wheelchair?"

He Shishen didn't understand why he picked Lei Yuan out of thousands of people, "I'm pretending to be sick, so my wife can't help but feel sorry for me? You have a wife, but I don't?"

"Row……"

When Lei Yuan brought the wheelchair over at night, He Shishen seemed to see some luxury car, and immediately asked Wen Rang to help him to sit on it.

"Quick, quick, push me out for a drive." He Shishen held the handrail, ready to go.

Wen Rang was not happy, he felt ashamed.

"Hurry up, I guess the neighbors in the garden are back from get off work at this point. If you don't go there, they won't be able to see them." He Shishen was full of anticipation.

———What is there to be proud of when you are lame.

——Who will see you in a wheelchair.

——— There are only a few families living in this garden, so no one will watch you when you go out.

"Young Master Wen, just follow the boss's wishes. He has been lying down for a month, and his lungs are probably smelly. It's good to go out for a breath." With Wen Rang present, Lei Yuan spoke quite bluntly.

"Let me also see the prosperity of the world, please." He Shishen sincerely prayed.

So, Wen Rang pushed He Shishen to stroll around Fuda Garden for an hour.

There are only eight households in Fuda Garden, and the households are far away from each other. How can there be any legendary office worker envious of him sitting in a wheelchair.

It was really boring to stroll around, so the two stopped to rest, and Wen Rang suddenly squatted down and squeezed each other's left leg muscles.

He Shishen immediately thought of the first time the two met in the studio in the small garden, and was very touched when Wen Rang wiped his trouser legs for the first time.

"It's been a very hard month." He Shishen saw the hair on the other side's head, "You've lost too much weight."

Wen Rang didn't even look up, and continued to rub the opponent's calf with appropriate strength.

———This is how many times I pinched my legs to be so proficient.

———He, who is so close and close, bowed his head twice for me.

"Wen Rang, I will treat you well in the future, you marry..." He Shishen blurted out, touched his trouser pockets, but they were empty.

Only then did He Shishen remember that the ring he had prepared earlier had fallen into Jiangjia Village.

Wen Rang looked up at him, waiting for the other party to continue talking.

"I said, um... how is your house?" He Shishen stuttered.

Wen Rang felt that the other party was a little inexplicable, so he nodded.

During this month, Wen Yi had a flash marriage with the eldest son of the Sun family. On the day of the wedding, after Wen Rang left, she had a big drink, and when she came back, she held He Shishen and cried for an hour.

"That's it, that's good." He Shishen shrank his right leg, "Get up, my leg is fine, don't get tired."

Wen Rang sat on the stone pier at one side, and He Shishen clasped the other's hand.

"Actually, I have always regretted it." He Shishen looked into the other person's eyes, "I regret that I misunderstood you and let Song Li take advantage of it."

When Song Li was mentioned, Wen Rang wanted to hide.

"I was confused at the time. I thought... I thought you had some old feelings for him. I was afraid that you would get along with him. I didn't mean to let you tear up that painting. I, I pasted it back. You can go back and have a look... ..."

When this matter was brought up again, both of them felt that it had been a long time ago. Wen Rang had seen the pasted painting a long time ago, but Wen Rang had already seen Song Li clearly, so he simply tore it up completely and threw it into the trash can. inside.

"You smoke, did you learn from him?"

Wen Rang didn't expect that the other party would be brooding over this matter for so long, so he shook his head.

"Then, have we reconciled, are we the same as before?"

This question is a bit naive, and Wen Rang wants to laugh.

"is not it."

"If you don't make a sound, I will take it for granted."

"If you keep quiet, I'll break my right leg and let you be my cow and horse for the rest of my life."

Wen Rang slapped the opponent's arm with a palm, then kissed the opponent's cheek briefly and roughly, and slapped the opponent's chest again.

"You!" He Shishen was a little embarrassed, "Have you ever learned fortune-telling?"

What question is this asking?Wen Rang shook his head.

He Shishen held the other person's face in his hands, and said leisurely, "You don't know how to tell fortunes, so how can you figure out that we are destined?"

[The author has something to say: [It’s a good boy, let’s just say that the soil is dead] It’s almost over, I’m happy. 】