False Young Master's Self-Strategy [Rebirth]

As soon as this thought came to mind, Wen Zining quickly threw it out.

It was so scary.

That smile seemed to have been ripped off from the face of a serial killer in a horror movie. Is there something wrong with his brain circuit, and he actually thought that Wen Zining would be convinced?

Wen Zining shrank back in fright, and then he saw Wen Qian smiling even more happily.

"Laugh, why are you laughing!" Wen Zining said, "You went too far just now. I won't forgive you unless you apologize to me."

Because Wen Zining was sitting on the chair, it was rare for Wen Qian to be taller than him this time.

He looked down at Wen Zining, "I can apologize, but I want to ask a question."

Wen Zining frowned: "What's the problem?"

His intuition told him that this must not be a good question.

"Do you remember the first time we met..."

Before Wen Qian finished speaking, Wen Zining jumped up directly, as if his ass was being burned down below, "Geng Lin just called me just now, and he is still waiting for me outside the door."

Wen Qian originally cared about the people in the police station, but after he walked out, he had no scruples, "What happened that day?"

Wen Zining couldn't answer this question at all, he walked to the side of the car in three steps, and quickly got in.

Geng Lin had been asking Wen Zining if he was gone after class, but after a while he received a call from Wen Zining, asking him to wait for him at the police station here.

After holding back the worries, he finally let go after seeing that Wen Zining was unscathed.

"Master Wen, why did you go to the hospital? I was really scared to death today. Someone sent me two documents just this afternoon, and Mr. Wen and Mr. Yi called me at the same time. I dare not say When you come into the police station, you can only be perfunctory."

As soon as Wen Zining heard the information, he immediately regained his senses, "Where is the thing? Where is it?"

"I put it in the drawer in front of the co-pilot just now." Geng Lin glanced at the person sitting on the co-pilot, "Wen Qian, please open it and pass it to Master Wen."

Wen Qian opened the drawer and took out the tightly sealed kraft paper bag inside.

Wen Zining leaned forward and stretched out his hand towards Wen Qian, "Give me something."

Wen Qian took the paper bag away, "You haven't answered my question just now."

"Do you think that you have paid the surgery fee, so you are qualified to negotiate with me?" Wen Zining was cornered, so he could only yell, "You will not forget that I am still paying for Grandma Ye's recuperation expenses, right? "

He straightened his back, raised his head slightly, and was still that proud young master Wen.

Wen Qian paused, and gradually clenched the hand holding the kraft paper bag.

He handed the brown paper bag to Wen Zining, his tone turned cold instantly, "Sorry, I overstepped."

Wen Zining snorted, "It's good that you know."

Looking at the two of them, Geng Lin always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell, and finally decided to be a ruthless driving machine.

After returning home, Wen Zining drank the medicine in one go and hurried upstairs.

He had thought it all over, once he found out that Tang Junjie's company was in crisis, he would immediately take a bite.

Just plagiarizing the once viral development model of Katutu, it happened to be highly integrated with the Tang family's toy industry.

If he can get a part of Tang Corporation's shares now, then why should he study?

This brain is not that material, to take the college entrance examination is to bring shame on oneself.

The more Wen Zining thought about it, the more excited he became. After opening the brown paper bag, he made a devout wish, and then carefully tore off the sealing strip.

The photo was placed on the top layer. When Wen Zining took it out, his head suddenly went numb.

Why is this Tang Junjie completely different from the Tang Junjie he saw?

In the photo, Tang Junjie has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a bulge on his head, a very manly image of a tough guy, and Wen Zining's tablemate Tang Junjie is completely different from each other.

In the photos, there are photos of him going in and out of receptions, as well as daily photos of going shopping and playing, and even copies of his ID card and student ID card.

The student ID card clearly stated: Class [-] International, Senior High School, Noble High School, Lange City.

Wen Zining didn't believe in evil, so he opened another package of materials. The photos in it were different from the materials, but they all pointed to the same person, that is "Tang Junjie" whom he had never met.

How did that happen?

If one person's data is wrong, the other is also wrong?

Wen Zining couldn't figure it out.

He turned over the information and looked up and down. The white paper next to the information was all messed up, but he still couldn't find any answers in the end.

If it was him before, he would definitely be able to see the problem immediately.

At this moment, Wen Zining thought of Wen Qian next door.

Why don't you show it to Wen Qian?He remembered that Wen Qian also met Tang Junjie.

The bit of awkwardness and reluctance in her heart before was completely suppressed by Wen Zining's desire to "just know the truth by a little bit".

He jumped up from the bed in an instant, put all the materials on the bed into a bag, and ran to knock on Wen Qian's door wearing slippers.

At this time Wen Qian was still asleep, he opened the door, and saw Wen Zining holding the pile of documents, looking at him with sparkling eyes, like a puppy waiting for his bones.

Wen Qian paused when he opened the door, "I want to study now, it's not working time, so I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to do."

"You are smarter, help me to see this."

Wen Zining ignored Wen Qian's words, pushed Wen Qian into the door, and dumped all the documents on the bed, "Didn't Tang Junjie have something strange before? I thought it might be His family is about to go bankrupt, so I asked someone to investigate it, thinking that after all, such a big company, if there is a chance to acquire or buy shares, it will be very profitable."

Wen Zining was holding a photo in his left and right hands, and he was almost about to confront Wen Qian, "Do you remember the person who ate with us yesterday? Do you think it's him in the photo?"

Wen Qian tore the photo from Wen Zining's hand, glanced casually and put it aside, "What do you mean?"

"I asked my mother to check Tang Junjie, and then my dad also checked a separate copy for me, but it turned out that it was not my deskmate," Wen Zining clapped his hands, "This is amazing, if it is found out The information is true, so who is my tablemate?"

Wen Qian sat on the stool, "Why did you investigate him?"

Wen Zining glanced at Wen Qian with disgust, "Didn't I just say that? In case there is indeed a crisis in the Tang Corporation..."

Wen Qian interrupted him, "Then shouldn't you investigate Tang Corporation?"

Wen Zining's whole body was stabbed tightly by Wen Qian's words, as if something secret and dark had been dug out.

"I……"

Wen Zining had to admit that when he learned that Tang Junjie might be in crisis, the first image that appeared in his head was the Minister of Finance standing in front of the PPT in the conference hall and telling him that Tang Junjie had dug for him Two hundred million pits.

Nothing in the future happened, and those hatred and unwillingness could not be released.

He wants revenge, even if it has nothing to do with the current person, he still wants to take a bite out of "Bai Ze" in order to repay the humiliation he was deceived at the beginning.

But from Wen Qian's point of view, it was completely different. Wen Zining's helplessness and panic at the moment when he was exposed all meant that he cared about that person.

Wen Qian picked up the gel pen from the table, and the slender pen barrel twirled like a flower at the tip of his finger.

He raised his eyes and gave a conclusion very readily, "Master Wen, since both uncle and aunt have investigated, it is certainly impossible for both investigations to have made the same mistake. Since the investigation is correct, then your colleague table, it must be a fake. The possibility that he is the Tang family is reserved, but he must not be Tang Junjie."

"The friend who has been with you for a semester didn't tell you about this." Wen Qian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "He lied to you."

A pampered young master's heart-to-heart friend, but in the end he found out that it was nothing but a dream.

What will happen to this young master at this time?

Will you be sad?

Will you cry?

Or still straighten that useless back and pretend to be strong?

He just watched Wen Zining lower his head, covered his face with his hands, his whole body was almost curled up into a ball, trembling on the bed like this, looking like he was choking because of excessive sadness.

When Wen Qian suddenly wondered if he was being too heartless, he heard Wen Zining's low laughter.

That kind of laughter came out from between the teeth and between the fingers, and got into Wen Qian's ears.

"Twice, twice I fell into the hands of the same person." Wen Zining lowered his hand, raised his head and laughed loudly, "I'm really stupid."

"Win the king and lose the bandit, I am willing to gamble and admit defeat."

There were still tears in the corners of Wen Zining's eyes, his laughter was mixed with desperation and absurdity, and even Wen Qian felt a little distressed when he laughed.

He sat next to Wen Zining, and patted Wen Zining's back clumsily, "Sorry, I was too harsh. In fact, there are other possibilities, and he may not be trying to lie to you..."

Poor Wen Qian is the first time to comfort someone at such a young age, how cool it was when he said harsh words just now, how painful it is now when he slapped his face, "Without any evidence, I'm just talking nonsense, everything It’s still about the truth.”

It's just that Wen Zining's state became more and more wrong, his cheeks flushed from the back, his forehead rested on Wen Qian's shoulder, and he clutched the clothes on his chest, out of breath.

No matter what, Wen Qian also realized that Wen Zining must have fallen ill because of being too emotional.

He quickly took out his mobile phone to call the family doctor, and then called Aunt Zhang over.

Aunt Zhang was obviously familiar with Wen Zining's illness, and knocked on the door of Wen Qian's room within a few minutes, still holding the spray in her hand.

"Oh, it's so late, why is this disease still tormenting my young master?" Aunt Zhang couldn't help feeling distressed, she took out a spray and sprayed some medicine in Wen Zining's mouth, while stroking Wen Zining's face Back, "Master Wen, don't get excited, take a deep breath slowly. This medicine is a bit bitter. When the doctor comes, I will make coconut milk sago dew for you, and add some mango puree in it."

Aunt Zhang's words are very unreasonable, after all, things like illness have never been picky.

Wen Zining has always been most afraid of doctors, whether it is a hospital doctor or a family doctor, as soon as he hears it, he knows that he will be tortured again, and he is extremely nervous.

Aunt Zhang has taken care of Wen Zining since she was a child. In order to alleviate Wen Zining's fear of difficulties, when she went to the hospital or waited for the family doctor, she would promise to make some sweets for Wen Zining.

After spraying the medicine, Wen Zining's breathing gradually became much more stable.

The family doctor arrived at the villa within 5 minutes. After observing Wen Zining's temporary crisis relief, he pressed the base of his tongue, listened to his lungs with a stethoscope, and finally pressed various parts of Wen Zining's stomach. The portable blood collection device stopped after three tubes were pricked.

Wen Zining finally understood why this set of life-and-death examinations made him feel chills every time he heard about the family doctor.

After finishing everything, the family doctor waved to Wen Qian, another healthy person in the room, "Little boy, I'll go to the basement to do a blood test, you keep an eye on Master Wen's condition, if there is anything wrong, call me immediately .”

Wen Qian nodded solemnly, "Master Wen, just leave it to me."