Nuan Nuan was taken aback: "The third brother can't kill someone, right?"

If someone dies, it's really a big problem.

In the face of his mother's painless nagging, Wen Jiaqi was already immune, and put the plate in his hand on the table without face: "Who knows! That guy was sent to the hospital, and the eldest brother went to solve the situation, and he should be back soon." ”

For this little son, Mother Wen could only sigh helplessly.

The child has been silent since he was a child, except for a better attitude in front of Nuan Bao, he looks like he ignores everyone else, and once he conflicts with others, he must see blood.

Speaking of which, she is also to blame, if her son asked at the time and said that he accidentally sprained his foot and fell, it would not have become what it is now.

"Stinky boy, it's all nonsense, hurry up and go to the back room and call your grandma over for dinner. Father Wen put the two dishes in his hand on the table, kicked his son, turned his head and looked at his daughter with a smile: "Nuan Bao, don't listen to your second brother, Jiahe is such a big person, and he does things in a measured manner, so there should be no big problem." ”

"It's strange to be measured!" Wen Jiaqi covered his thighs and muttered quietly, a few cold glances swept over, and he immediately ran to the back room with a haha.

Under the yellowing light, the dishes on the table lost their original color and became a little yellow.

"Aren't we waiting for the eldest brother?" The family sat down, everyone picked up the chopsticks and prepared to start, warm and smelling the aroma of the vegetables, and couldn't help but sandwich a chopstick green pepper fried meat in the bowl, and then remembered their eldest brother.

Mother Wen hugged her one-year-old grandson, shook her head and said, "Your father left him a dish and put it in the kitchen, let's ...... first." ”

Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang", and the hidden door was pushed open from the outside, and a man with a stubble on his face walked in decadently.

"Big brother, how is it at the hospital?" Wen Jiaqi swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his chopsticks and stood up as soon as possible.

Father Wen glanced at his eldest son who was bowing his head, then stood up and pulled the chair beside him: "Don't worry, sit down and eat while talking, I'll go and bring the food on the stove." ”

Mother Wen looked at her eldest son who was still there with disgust: "Jiaji, why are you still stunned there? Come here quickly! Your sister is still with a tense face when she comes back." ”

Nuan Nuan kept looking at the eldest brother at the door and didn't make a sound.

The eldest brother in my memory, who loves cleanliness since he was a child, has never seen him unkempt, and even his hair will be combed meticulously.

And the man in front of him, wearing a pair of old sneakers, his gray shirt was covered with oil stains, his handsome facial features were covered by stubble, and his sideburns covered his ears, looking funny and vicissitudes, he was originally less than thirty years old, and he looked like forty.

Hearing her mother's words, Wen Jia was stunned, raised her head suddenly, and saw the moment she was warm and warm, her stagnant eyes immediately became more vibrant: "Little sister." ”

Warmth covered the sourness in his heart, and grinned at his eldest brother: "Big brother." ”

"Don't be like a child, come over and eat, if there's anything, let's talk about it after eating. Old Man Wen, who had never spoken, said with a glance, but his tone was very kind.

This meal, warm and fragrant, the whole table of dishes, there is no left, and the last bit of soup is poured into the bowl by the three brothers and sisters.

"The doctor said that the man's leg bone was broken, and he needed to use steel nails to join the bones, and it was estimated that he would not be able to go to the ground for a month or two, and if he wanted to do heavy work, he would probably have to recuperate for a year. Sitting in the room of Wen's father and mother, Wen Jiayu told the news she had heard from the hospital.

Father Wen hugged the child and turned down the sound of the TV, sighed and asked, "Then have you communicated with that family to see if this matter can be kept private." ”

Wen Jiaeven looked helpless: "I want to mention it, then there must be a chance." "The family was busy at the hospital, and he went up and touched his nose.

"Some things should be solved by force, if you want me to say, what's wrong with them learning a little lesson in hit-and-run? Xiaohe's attack is quite light, if it were me, that guy would be as simple as breaking his leg. Wen Jiaqi wondered in his heart, whether to go to the hospital, if he went, he would not be as good at talking as his eldest brother.

Mother Wen glared at her second son: "Don't talk nonsense here, you toss others, and in the end it's not yourself who suffers." ”

"It's a big deal, just squat in prison for a few years!" Wen Jiaqi looked indifferent.

Wen Jia, who was leaning against the door, slapped his younger brother on the head: "If you can't speak, don't say it, so as not to make our mother angry." "This brother, who lacks heart, just think about it, why do you say it!

Wen Jiaqi covered his head and sat in a different position.

Mother Wen pondered for a moment and said, "Qiyun, you and your spouse will bring some things to the hospital early tomorrow morning and have a good talk with the family." ”

Father Wen nodded and asked hesitantly, "Then Boss Yang's group of people will ...... tomorrow." ”

"There is a good time and a warm treasure at home, and those people don't dare to come nonsense. Mother Wen rubbed her swollen and sore ankles.

Wen Jia glanced at her sister who was sitting on the bamboo bed for a long time and didn't speak: "Tomorrow I will go to the hospital with my second child, and my father will stay at home." ”

“...... The eldest grandson at the helm of the Mousse Group arrived at the Kyoto airport this morning, and everyone speculated whether the Mousse Group would shift its focus back to China...... We're going to interview Mr. Muhibiscus ...... now. A sweet female voice sounded on the black-and-white TV.

As soon as the picture turned, the host with the microphone squeezed into the crowd.

More than 20 reporters with cameras and microphones surrounded the exit of the airport, and seven or eight black-clad bodyguards separated the reporters and opened the way in front.

Within a few seconds, two men appeared in the picture, one was a little older, blonde and blue-eyed was undoubtedly a foreigner.

The other was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a smoky gray cotton and linen tunic suit, he walked unhurriedly, and every step brought out a bit of elegance.

“...... Mr. Mu Jin, do you plan to seize the domestic market when you return to China this time? What is Mr. Mu Shanghua's view on the domestic market?......。 ”

"When you returned to China this time, your cousin Mr. Mu Yi did not come to pick you up, do you have anything to say about this......? ”

The reporter asked one question after another, and the person interviewed only smiled gently and did not respond.

"Nuan Bao.... ”

"Little sister, are you okay?" The abnormality of the warmth aroused the idea of the Wen family, and Wen Jiaqi couldn't help but push her.

"What's wrong?" Wen Nuan looked at the side of her face blankly.

Wen Jiaqi said worriedly: "It's time for me to ask you what's wrong, you are sitting there with such staring eyes, your body is stiff and scary, your mother has called you several times, and you ignore it." ”

Nuan Nuan shook her head: "I just watched the person on TV a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere." ”