False Young Master's Self-Strategy [Rebirth]

Why on the surface Wen Yin seems to care about her son very much, but in reality she acts quite differently?

Obviously that superficial care must be false.

A smile that reaches the face but does not reach the bottom is a fake smile.

If concern is too superficial, it is fake love.

When Wen Qian was working in a bar, he met all kinds of people, so he could tell them apart at a glance.

He often wondered why those men and women who had been coaxed back were so deceived by such false things.

When he saw Wen Zining, Wen Qian suddenly realized.

It turns out that there are really idiots in the world.

"Don't think about it if you don't understand it, it's not a big deal."

Wen Qian wanted to smooth the young master's frowning brows, but he grabbed his index finger.

Wen Zining looked very angry, "Did you take me for a fool just now!"

The thought in his heart was seen through in a second, but Wen Qian was a little surprised.

But his drowsy brain didn't allow him to think too complicatedly, so he could only coax this delicate young master first, "No, the young master helped me so much today, I'm too happy to be happy."

Wen Zining didn't believe this kind of rhetoric, but it was still very useful.

He snorted arrogantly, turned his head, "Hurry up and pack up, after dinner, you have to ask for red envelopes."

The Spring Festival in the old house is the busiest at night.

After the meal, the children gathered together and begged for red envelopes one by one. Dozens of large firecrackers were placed on the open space outside the old house. When the evening came, they would be lit one by one until the early morning.

The fireworks rushed into the sky with a "swish", and then exploded with a "snap", and finally completed their final mission with a "squeak".

Wen Zining was completely aroused by the atmosphere and emotions, and jumped around to ask for red envelopes in front of relatives who had some impressions but were not familiar with them.Wen Qian followed behind him, walking very slowly, but Wen Zining was too anxious, so he just took his hand and slipped through the crowd.

Nice words fell from Wen Zining's mouth like beans, "Gong Xi Fa Cai" and "Happy Chinese New Year", "Uncle gave such a thick red envelope, I will definitely get rich next year", and "There are so many red envelopes, no wonder My aunt is young and beautiful, it really comes from my heart."

If the red envelope was only given to Wen Zining and Wen Qian who was behind him was ignored, Wen Zining would stand where he was and refused to leave, and would look aside meaningfully.

When the excitement is over, Wen Zining will feel annoyed that he did such a childish thing.

Just taking a look at the red envelope, Wen Zining would forget about his thoughts just now.

Every year, the pockets of Wen Zining's clothes are designed to be very large. If Wen Zining can fit it, so can Wen Qian.After stuffing the pockets on both sides, there are still inner pockets. After finishing a circle of red envelopes, the whole person looks like he has gained ten catties.

After finishing the red envelopes, Wen Zining prepared to watch the fireworks in the backyard with the others.

Even though Wen Qian was being pulled, he walked very slowly, staggered and bumped into many people.

Wen Zining was tired of procrastinating, he turned his head and looked at Wen Qian complaining, only then did he realize that something was wrong with Wen Qian.

He took a step forward, put the back of his hand against Xia Wenqian's forehead, and observed closely, "Why is your face so red?"

Then he seemed to think of something, and took a big step back, "Wait, you don't like me, do you?"

It's just that Wen Zining looked Wen Qian up and down, and felt that it was impossible to go so fast, "Could it be that you pretended to like me and wanted to take advantage of me?"

Wen Qian only felt that he completely overestimated Wen Zining's IQ when they first met, "I'm a little dizzy, Master Wen, can I go back and rest first?"

Wen Zining nodded first, then was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

At this time, Wen Zining's family doctor had gone back to celebrate the New Year, and Mr. Wen's doctor seemed too inspiring.Wen Zining hurriedly called Geng Lin.

Poor Geng Lin was doing a set of math papers in the middle of the night, and he hadn't figured out the last final question, his head was still wandering back and forth on logic, so he couldn't help asking, "Master Wen, is that Wen Qian you're talking about right? The one you raised your knife to kill a few days ago?"

When Wen Zining heard this, he felt as if he was being slapped in the face. He poked his neck and urged Geng Lin, "Does it have something to do with his illness because I want to kill him? You should drive here quickly, and don't be caught by my parents." Found."

Of course it doesn't matter, Young Master Wen, you can do whatever you say.

Geng Lin folded the math paper directly, revealing the last finale question on the outside, then got up and walked out, while opening his mobile phone to fill out the overtime application.

After all, working overtime during the Spring Festival is three times the salary.

When Geng Lin drove the car to the old house, he saw Wen Zining dragging Wen Qian's arm out of the old house's gate.

He hurried forward to help, only to find that Wen Qian was almost unconscious from the burn.

Although Geng Lin had a hundred reasons in his mind, but after arranging people in the car, he only asked one question: "Master Wen, which hospital do you want to go to?"

Wen Qian originally thought it was just a fever, and it's not like he didn't have a fever before, but he didn't expect it to come so violently.

After returning from the place where the fireworks were set off in the backyard of the old house, Wen Zining dragged Wen Qian back to his room, and neatly wrapped him in three layers of silk quilts.

Wen Qian closed his eyes on the bed, feeling his whole body spinning in the dark.When Wei Wei was conscious, she felt that Wen Zining was carrying herself out.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Wen Zining was sweating like he didn't want money. Wen Qian wanted to ask, but he couldn't lift his hands, and he couldn't open his mouth. Even his eyelids had to work hard to open a slit. .

This must be in a dream.

Wen Qian thought, it is impossible for the pampered Young Master Wen to do this for himself.

Wen Qian's eyes couldn't hold it anymore and closed.

When he tried to open his eyes again, he found his grandma standing beside the bed.

The surrounding area was unbelievably white. At this time, my grandma didn't have the weakness of being sick in winter at all, and she talked about many things.Just like the Spring Festival in previous years, the two of them huddled together in a quilt, and then grandma would tell him the origin of New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival, and would wrap some money in a red paper for him to put under the pillow.

This dream was so beautiful that Wen Qian hardly wanted to close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes for the last time, all the good dreams were gone.

There is only a piece of white around.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the sky was rarely cleared up, and the sun slanted down from the bright glass windows, casting large areas of light on the ground.

Wen Qian was about to sit up when he heard a crashing sound.

Only then did he realize that he was almost enveloped by the sea of ​​red envelopes.

The room is very quiet, and the floor heating warms the whole room, driving away the cold and not drying out.

Lying on the quilt was the young master Wen who always loves to make trouble, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Both arms were resting on the head, and the usually well-groomed hair was a little messy. The thick red envelope slipped from the quilt, and there was no response when it hit the top of the head.

The sleeping Wen Zining looked extraordinarily well-behaved, Wen Qian stared at Wen Zining's face for a long time, and finally moved his eyes away.

Because Wen Qian got up, more than half of the red envelopes on both sides of the bed had fallen, and the red envelopes under the pillow were still safe and sound.

Wen Qian didn't understand for a while whether this was the latest rape ceremony, or whether Wen Zining wanted to bury himself with red envelopes.

With a jingle, the door of the ward was pushed open. Wen Qian looked towards the door very vigilantly, and saw Yi Ming walking in with a thermos bucket.

Yiming put the thermos bucket on the bedside, and then asked with concern: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Wen Qian replied: "Thank you, Sister Ming, I feel that I am completely healed."

"That's good," Yiming scooped up a bowl of chicken soup, poured it into the rice bowl, and handed it to him, "Last night, I and Ningning's father were scared to death."

"Bodyguard Geng Lin filled out an application for overtime work. When I saw that I was in the old house, I hurried to find Ningning."

"In the end, this child took you directly to the hospital without saying a word. At first I thought it was Ningning who was sick, but it turned out that it was you."

Wen Qian lowered his head and ate the rice with chicken soup, silent.

Yi Ming and her husband sometimes get along in this way, and they naturally said: "An old lady came over yesterday, is it your grandma?"

"Ningning couldn't sleep last night. It was your grandma who told him that he could put the red envelopes next to the sick to suppress the evil spirits. Ningning was relieved."

Wen Qian always felt that there was something in Yi Ming's words, "Sister Ming, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say..." Yiming sighed, "I want to say sorry to you about what happened in Wen's old house yesterday. Don't create a estrangement with Ningning because of those things."

Wen Qian felt a tremor on the side of the bed, and when he lowered his head, he saw Wen Zining's long eyelashes trembling slightly, obviously awake.

He looked at Wen Zining, who was pretending to be sleeping and was full of loopholes, "I know, you don't need to apologize for what happened yesterday, after all, you didn't do it."

Wen Zining could feel Wen Qian's gaze falling on him.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

What does this mean?

It is obvious that Wen Qian put all the blame on himself!

Wen Zining knew that he couldn't pretend to be asleep, so he opened his eyes, looked at Wen Qian, and confirmed his judgment.

Sure enough, what Wen Qian said just now was about himself.

It is impossible to apologize, and he has done nothing wrong, so he can still be his savior after all.

Wen Zining coughed twice, and showed an embarrassed smile at Yiming, "Mom, why are you here so early?"

"I wanted Aunt Zhang to come over to take care of you, but after all, others have only been back for a few days," Yiming sighed as he thought about it, "I'm flying to Australia this afternoon, so I came here this morning just to say, you two children have to take good care of yourself .”

As soon as he heard that Yiming was leaving, Wen Zining immediately smelled the breath of freedom, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm already a freshman in high school, and I'm not a primary school student, so I won't starve to death."

Yi Ming was very pleased to see the lively Wen Zining now.

Because she and Wen's father were both busy, Wen Zining was naturally arranged to live in the school.But after living in the school for a semester, Wen Zining became more and more silent.

The school didn't ask about the situation, and the family couldn't ask anything.

Yi Ming saw it, but he was helpless.

Fortunately, now that Wen Zining has a new friend, his personality has become lively again.

As soon as Yiming left, Wen Zining became nervous again.

He maintained a calm expression, stretched out his hand towards Wen Qian, raised his head slightly, "My arm is numb from sleep, give me a massage."