After wearing it, I married into a wealthy family

Young Master Wen was devastated: "Why don't you do it? In order to order food, you still have to submit a certificate? You also have to go to the door to ask for it in person?"

Grandpa snorted: "What do you know, what is just for a little food! I'm not afraid to tell you, just say that the lotus tea, when I drink it, is better than Master Fan's collection! That bald man used to brag to me, It is said that his lotus tea is taken from the golden lotus enshrined in front of the Buddha, and it has been subjected to the power of incense and vows, so it is no longer ordinary... I really believed his evil! I was almost fooled by him into feudal superstition."

Wen Cheng wanted to nod.

Indeed, if something is good, you only need to taste it to know.Especially people like them, who have seen a lot of good things since they were young.There is a saying that every time the quality of food is improved, the price will not double, but increase exponentially.Bai Yuze has such a good thing in his hand, as the saying goes, the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, don't you see that even someone like the old man is eager to visit him?

...But the problem now is that Wen Cheng just did something bad in his dream, and now he feels uncomfortable when he hears Bai Yuze's name.If his grandfather didn't tell him in advance, he would go as soon as he went.

I have to tell him!

Young Master Wen babbled on the phone and straightened the ink.

Grandpa, however, couldn't wait for a long time, and said to himself: "Okay, stop talking to me, I already got that kid's phone, hang up, hang up, I'll go Make an appointment with him~"

Young Master Wen: "Wait."

Grandpa: "Why?"

Young Master Wen: "Forget it, I don't feel relieved to let you go by yourself, I'd better go with you."

Grandpa: "Hey, that's really weird. Why don't you worry about it? I don't need you to accompany me, it's annoying."

Young Master Wen: "That's it. I happen to be fine today, so I'll go find you right away."

Grandpa: "Don't—hey? Little bastard dares to hang up on my phone? You need to beat the bastard!"

Special Assistant Qian knocked on the door, and after being allowed to come in, he said, "President, business negotiations for a while—"

Wen Cheng frowned and interrupted him: "Just let the project team follow up. The previous conditions are almost negotiated. If you tell the other party that you can accept it, you can sign the contract. If you can't accept it, you can get out and change to a partner. They will make them stinky." Fault!"

Special Assistant Qian: "...Yes."

President Wen: "Any other schedules for today?"

Special Assistant Qian flipped through the memo: "In addition to this business negotiation, I also need to attend a reception organized by the government..."

President Wen: "Push away all the unimportant things, and let the vice president go over for me at the reception."

Special Assistant Qian: "Okay."

Wen Cheng stood up, took off the suit jacket on the hanger next to him, put it on, and was about to go outside.

Special assistant Qian asked: "Do you have any urgent matters to deal with? Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No need." Wen Cheng stretched his long legs, his voice remained where he was, but he had already disappeared without a trace.

When we arrived at the old man's residence, we first ran into Aunt Li, the nanny.Aunt Li came from the countryside earlier and worked in their house for several years. Now that she saw Young Master Wen, she finally stopped shaking and greeted him with fingers clasped: "Young Master is here? The old man is busy in the garden at the back."

Wen Cheng nodded and went straight to the back garden.

I saw his grandfather wearing a khaki straw hat, dressed like an old farmer, with mud spots on his trouser legs, holding a shovel in his left hand and a watering can in his right, working hard against a piece of wasteland.

Wen Cheng walked over, and couldn't help but complain: "Are you killing creatures here again?"

There is an allusion to the reason why he said that.

Old man Wen liked to grow some flowers and plants since he was a child. Anyway, it doesn't matter what kind of plants, as long as he planted it himself, he will look good no matter what. He takes care of him very carefully. He wished he could visit eight times a day.

But it's also strange, all the plants he served did not survive three months!Even the hardiest cacti are like this. People give them the nickname Hot Hand Destroying Flowers. Look at their back garden. Every time you come here, you must have a few patches of baldness, and the frequency of replacement is particularly high.

Grandpa turned around and sprayed water at Wencheng with a small watering can: "Can you talk? Are you so angry with the elders? You bastard!"

Wen Cheng dodged and asked him, "How's the contact going?"

Grandpa immediately turned his anger into joy, put the small watering can and shovel aside, thumped his old waist, and said, "Hey, it's easy to catch! That kid is very polite. I just announced my family name, and he agreed to meet me. Said There are classes in the morning, and there is time at noon, so we can have a meal together or something."

Wen Cheng raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "Then why don't you hurry up and change your clothes, how bad it is to be late! By the way, where is the appointment? Have you booked a table yet?"

Grandpa looked at the sun: "What's the hurry, isn't it too early?"

Seeing that the eldest grandson was about to jump, he laughed and shook his head proudly: "Where is the date? It's at his house! Take care of your grandpa, the kid said he doesn't mind bringing a baby It’s enough to eat. It just so happens that the two of you are about the same age, don’t put yourself on the president’s airs with others when you go, you know, or you will be embarrassed to come to the door next time.”

Wen Chenghan was about to come down: "Wait a minute, you said you wanted to take me there? What did you say?"

Grandpa blinked and walked away with his hands behind his back: "Whatever I say, I won't tell you."

Wen Cheng: "..."

Time is such a thing, when you think it is slow, it is like a fleeting moment, but when you think it is fast, it is as slow as a snail crawling, which makes people anxious.

Wen Cheng looked at the time once in a while, and never stayed in one place for more than 3 minutes. He ran around the room like ADHD. Before he left, he hurriedly changed his clothes. Top tied bow tie.

Grandpa squeezed his throat: "You can't do it, just for some food, it's like a monkey possessed."

He was deliberately imitating Wencheng's words at that time, haha, he made up for it.

Wen Cheng didn't refute, and opened the car window a crack to let the cool wind blow in: "Why is it so hot?"

Grandpa saw that his forehead was sweating, and threw him a tissue: "Wipe dry before blowing, be careful of catching a cold."

He didn't doubt that there was him, and still sighed there: "This silly boy has strong firepower, and he still feels hot wearing such a burnt bag. I used to think that my body was well maintained. Compared with you real young people, I can tell There is a gap."

Wen Cheng still didn't speak.

The old man continued to sigh: "So we still have to take supplements. As the saying goes, food supplements are not as good as medicine supplements. Good ingredients and good craftsmanship are all things that can be met but not sought. People who don’t like you won’t eat your set!”

Gossip all the way, Wencheng goes in his left ear and out of his right ear, and at the end you have to ask him what the old man said, and I promise you just shake your head and don't know.

The luxury car drove into the Xinyuan community, and the grandpa and grandson got out of the car one after another.

Grandpa looked around and nodded: "Well, this place is not bad, and the feng shui is excellent!"

Wen Cheng: "Let's go."

The two of them boarded the elevator, carrying gifts in large and small bags, arrived at the door of Bai Yuze's house at the agreed time, and rang the doorbell.

While waiting for the door to open, Grandpa and Wen Cheng noticed the yellow seal on the opposite door, and they both understood what it meant, homicide!How do the people below do things? Is there no other house to rent in the whole world?

It's just not good to discuss now, so let's not mention it for now.

click.

Wen Cheng's heart suddenly shrank, and then he forced himself to look over calmly.

Bai Yuze was looking at him with a smile, then quickly turned his gaze, and greeted his grandfather very warmly: "The old man is very punctual, please come in quickly. You are so polite, come here, and you are welcome." Why are you carrying so many things?"

Letting the old man in, he stretched out his hand towards Wencheng again, leaning against the door frame, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Boss, are you meeting again?"

Wen Cheng hesitated for a moment before holding it, his palms were obviously sweating: "Don't call me the boss—"

That sounds so weird.

He didn't know where to turn his eyes, because the clothes and fabrics of Bai Yuze in front of him were obviously the same as those of the little figure carved on the face!Even the colors are similar... The most important thing is that he was wearing this same color last night when the red candles were dimmed...

Wen Cheng didn't suspect that the dream was weird, but felt that he was indeed influenced by the face-carved figure in the bedroom, it was too perverted...

The hand he was holding felt warm and soft to the touch, and it was also very similar to the one in yesterday's dream——

stop stop stop!

Young Master Wen really wanted to slap himself soberly, what the hell was he thinking about, how disrespectful he was to Bai Yuze!

Just as his soul was being tortured, the grandfather who entered first interjected with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, don't call him the boss, it looks unfamiliar. Xiaobai, if you think highly of him, calling him Brother Cheng is quite appropriate."

Bai Yuze still maintained the posture of shaking hands with Mr. Wen, and turned his head to answer: "You have said so, then I would rather be respectful than obedient."

He called Mr. Wen: "Brother Cheng?"

Wen Cheng: "..."

It's not like no one has ever called him brother Cheng before, but why does it sound so lingering in Bai Yuze's mouth?

At this time, Grandpa urged inside: "What are you two still dawdling about? Come in, come in, if you have anything to say, you have to say it at the door."

Bai Yuze took Mr. Wen's hand and walked in two steps, then let him go naturally, but he didn't know if it was intentional, when he let go, he slid in, his fingertips stretched from Wencheng's wrist artery to The hook connected to the palm, the root of the finger, and the tip of the finger, and wherever his fingertips spread, tiny sparks ignited all the way. In the end, Wen Cheng put his right hand behind his back and shook it slightly, and it was only a little relieved. Distinguish remaining anomalies.

After changing into indoor slippers, the two guests sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Because I have watched the live broadcast, I am not unfamiliar with the furnishings in this living room.

But obviously, like the delicacies made by Bai Yuze himself, what you see through the lens is very different from what you see in real life.

Grandpa's attention was all on the few potted plants that were scattered around.

The envy, jealousy and hatred in his eyes are almost overflowing, my God, he is also a human being, how can he raise plants so well!

"Can I take a closer look?"

While pouring tea into two bone china cups, Bai Yuze nodded with a smile: "Of course, you can do as you please. You don't have to be too polite with me, old man."

He looked at Mr. Wen again: "Brother Cheng, what about you? Do you want to visit another room?"