Dumb painter giants grudge

"Shishen, I see the moon is shining outside, go out with Miss Wen." Father He patted He Shishen on the shoulder.

Although Wen Yi didn't say anything, the girl's expectation and shyness were written on her face.

He Shishen didn't want to face Wen Yi directly, "I'm afraid it's not a good night."

"What are you talking nonsense, Miss Wen, don't listen to his nonsense, go ahead." Mother He pinched He Shishen's arm secretly.

Wen Yi was at a loss and touched Father Wen's arm.

"If He Shaoruo appreciates you..."

"Okay, Miss Wen please."

This kind of polite talk must have been heard by men who have lived to this age who have been urged to marry like He Shishen.

Father Wen was about to say something when He Shishen stopped him. He Shishen gestured to please, and Wen Yi took a step shyly.

He Shishen looked back at his parents with "resentment", and He's father and mother also replied to him with eyes full of expectation.

In fact, when I walked into the courtyard, I realized that there is no moon?

The clouds were so dense that it looked more like it was going to rain.

The two walked unhurriedly, and no one took the initiative to speak. Firstly, the woman had to be reserved, and secondly, He Shishen was not interested at all.

Wen's house is not big, and it was almost finished after walking for a long time. Wen Yi couldn't bear it any longer, and pointed to a bench and said, "Why don't you just sit and rest."

"Ok."

However, after sitting down, it was still as quiet as a chicken.

The secluded setting makes the vibe even more...escape.

He Shishen sat upright, the dots of white on the trouser legs could still be seen, he was thinking about that matter.

Wen Yi was satisfied with He Shishen, and even fell in love with him, not to mention that he had a prominent background, superior appearance, and extraordinary temperament, which was somewhat different from the rich kids he had seen in the past.

Women are never willing to lose their feelings. If the other party doesn't take the initiative, she should seize the opportunity: "Young Master He, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

A woman took the initiative to do this, and He Shishen couldn't justify not inviting her.

"Tomorrow, I already have an appointment for a drink tomorrow. I'm sorry." He Shishen put his fingers together, thought for a moment, and then said, "Do you know about Wen Rang?"

Wen Yi didn't understand for a while, or maybe she didn't hear clearly.

"Wen Rang, it's in the studio in the yard behind your house." He Shishen touched his nose.

"Oh." Wen Yi understood, and asked with a smile, "He is my brother, did Young Master He know him before?"

He Shishen shook his head, "Just met."

"Really, my brother doesn't socialize very much, so I'm happy for him to meet a friend like Young Master He." Wen Yi was finally able to strike up a conversation with the other party, although she didn't understand why the other party wanted to mention Wen Rang.

He Shishen also felt that there was finally a topic he was interested in, "Has he always been like this? He didn't come out to such a big reception, and he was painting in the room alone."

"He has always been like this, he doesn't like to associate with people, after all..." Wen Yi hesitated to speak, "In short, he can do whatever he likes."

He Shishen nodded thoughtfully and smiled, "With his temper, isn't your company run by uncle alone?"

"Of course not. I also have an elder brother who runs the company with my father. My second elder brother is a freelancer and does not participate in business affairs." Wen Yi brushed the broken hair beside her ear.

"Oh, I remembered, your eldest brother is called Wen Shi, he is quite powerful, I have heard of it." He Shishen nodded approvingly.

Wen Yi saw that the other party talked about her elder brother and younger brother, but never asked about herself. She was a little disappointed, but she still said firmly: "We are very honored that Young Master He can come to our family's reception."

"Don't say that, everyone is the same." He Shishen didn't like such kind words, which made him very unnatural.

"Since Young Master He has an appointment tomorrow, why don't we make another date?" Wen Yi saw that the other party really didn't mention her intentions, so she forced herself to take the initiative again.

"Okay." He Shishen is not stupid, he can't be rude, "It's getting late, let's go back."

"Okay." Wen Yi stood up with the other party.

When he returned to the Wen Family Hall, He Shishen stopped suddenly.

"Young Master He, what's wrong?" Wen Yi asked.

He Shishen took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "I want a number, but I don't know if it will work."

"Ah, it's okay." Wen Yi happily secretly rejoiced.

He Shishen flipped the phone page to the address book and handed it to Wen Yi.

Wen Yi quickly saved her number, "Okay."

After speaking, he handed the mobile phone to He Shishen, but He Shishen was a little embarrassed and said, "Actually, I...Miss Wen, can you give me Wen Rang's number too? I'm sorry."

Wen Yi was a little taken aback, and didn't dare to ask more questions, but immediately answered him: "Okay, but I can't remember his number. I don't have a mobile phone with me now. I'll send it to you when I go back, okay?"

"Okay, thank you." He Shishen took the phone, and suddenly he had a clear idea.

The two entered the hall, the reception was almost over, and the parents of the two families exchanged polite greetings with each other. With He Shishen's hint, Father He and Mother proposed to go home.

After leaving Wen's house, He Mu immediately asked He Shishen: "What's the matter, will it make it?"

"It probably won't work." He Shishen said frankly, "Don't ask."

"Why can't it work?!" Father He asked sharply, "Aren't you all good, talking and laughing?"

He Shishen didn't care, and shook his head helplessly, "I don't feel it, I don't like it, forget it."

"Choose and choose, you know how to choose, your elder brother will have a second child next month, and you are almost 30! You want to kill me and your dad, right?" Mother He wished that her son would be executed on the spot, "You want Let the two of us worry about when, my hair will be gray!"

"Hey, madam, don't be too impulsive." Father He took his wife's arm.

"Okay, okay, I don't know that you put oil on your head every day? I don't know black and white. Also, don't call me on this occasion next time. I'm exhausted. I won't go back to your place. Good night. He Shishen immediately slipped into his car and told the driver to leave quickly.

Mother He patted on the car window and wanted to teach her a few words, but she couldn't resist He Shishen's desire to run.

After the car drove for a certain distance, He Shishen felt that the roots of his ears were clean.

At this time, a text message came to the phone, it was from Wen Yi.

"This is my second brother's number 136********, Young Master He, if you have any questions, please contact me [Sun] directly. ——Wen Yi."

He Shishen immediately replied with "Thank you", then copied it to save the number, and noted "Mr. Wen".

Turning off the phone, He Shishen looked out the car window, suddenly thought of something, turned on the phone again, and dialed: "Lei Yuan, check someone for me."

After He Shishen returned to his private residence, he took a shower, and when he came back, he received an email from Lei Yuan.

He Shishen opened the email and browsed it carefully.

"Wen Rang, graduated from the Art Department of University Y, the illegitimate son of Wen Jianhao, chairman of the Wen Group, and his secretary, Jiang Jinjin..."

"The illegitimate student..." He Shishen said silently.

"According to the private spy investigation of the year, it is known that Wen Jianhao, the chairman of Wen's Group, lived in the same hotel and the same room with his secretary Jiang Jinjin during a dinner party, and Jiang Jinjin resigned from the secretary position shortly afterwards. Wen Jianhao went to Jiang Jinjin's private residence many times According to the investigation, Wen Jianhao once took Jiang Jinjin to consult about the abortion operation, but in the end Jiang Jinjin insisted on giving birth to the child, but died of dystocia. For a while, it was suppressed by spending money until no one cared."

++++++ The email also attached a screenshot of the city's gossip news that year.

I browsed down again, and there wasn’t much information, just where I graduated from primary school to university, with excellent grades in school, and I heard that there were not many social activities, and the emails quickly bottomed out.

Until the last line of words, it hit He Shishen's heart vividly.

"Wen Rang once experienced an accident in his third year of high school. His vocal organs were damaged and he lost his ability to speak. He has been unable to speak until now."