"Where are you?" Wen Zishu's voice came from the microphone, with a little impatience.

Wen Zihua subconsciously glanced back, Ding Dong was still washing the dishes, and he didn't turn his head back. He retracted his gaze, frowned at his phone and said, "Where else can I stay, stay at home." ”

"Are you sure?" Wen Zishu sneered, with hesitation in his tone, "I knocked on the door for a long time and didn't move, you told me you were at home?"

Wen Zihua chuckled in his heart: "You came to Guiyuan?"

"Nonsense. Wen Zishu replied in a low voice, his tone was quite impatient, "Hurry up and open the door for me, I have something to discuss with you." ”

Wen Zihua thought about it for a while, glanced back at Ding Dong again, and then said, "Then you wait, I haven't gotten on the elevator yet." ”

"Sharp. After Wen Zishu said this, he hung up the phone without hesitation.

Ding Dong had just finished washing the dishes, and when he looked back, Wen Zihua was walking towards him while putting away his mobile phone, his face was rare and solemn.

The movement of her hand paused, cast a confused look at him, and just as she wanted to ask what was going on, she heard Wen Zihua take the initiative to say, "My brother is here." ”

Ding Dong's heart sank suddenly, and his gaze at him was a little nervous.

"I didn't tell him I was with you, he didn't know about your residence here. I know that the two of you have always been at odds, last time I ...... in country B" Speaking of this, seeing that Ding Dong's face was a little pale, Wen Zihua stopped abruptly, and lightly brought the topic away, "Anyway, I want to go back upstairs to see him now, don't go out first, lest you run into him, and I'll send you a message when he leaves." ”

Ding Dong didn't say a word from beginning to end, and it wasn't until she watched Wen Zihua leave and heard the sound of the door being closed that she was stunned.

If she was still a little wary of Wen Zihua before, then the phone call he just said made her no longer doubt his intentions.

If Wen Zihua was also a smiling tiger, someone sent by the Wen family to test her, then why did he help her cover up her address, and why did he remind her not to meet Wen Zishu?

The entanglement between her and Wen Chengguo Wen Zihua may not be very clear in her heart, but Wen Zihua really has no intention of harming her.

After a short period of uneasiness, Ding Dong was a little relieved, looked back at the location of the balcony, and didn't dare to go there again, for fear that Wen Zishu would see him from upstairs.

There are only her and Ding Xiaowei at home, and the bodyguards are waiting downstairs, and it is impossible to protect her safety 24 hours a day.

At this moment, she suddenly had an inexplicable sense of happiness for the rest of her life.

Wen Zihua deliberately waited for the elevator to go back upstairs, and when the elevator door opened, Wen Zishu was standing at the door of his room looking down at his phone. The voice-activated light was lit by the sound of his footsteps, and Wen Zishu glanced back at him, his face hidden under the shadow of the light, obscure.

"Why did you go?" Wen Zishu put away his phone and looked at him with a frown.

"I've just eaten, go downstairs to eat. Wen Zihua took out the key to open the door, his gaze staggered from him, and he lowered his eyes to look at the movements in his hand, "Why don't you come here and say a word, Bai stood at the door and waited for a long time." ”

"Isn't this trying to surprise you?" Wen Zishu followed him into the door, the corners of his lips hooked very lightly, and there seemed to be a joke in his tone, "If you don't go home again, I can only come to see you." ”

The lights in the living room were bright, and a long cat meow came, and Bobbi, who had been napping, jumped out of her chair and stood not far away, grinning at the raw face.

Wen Zishu frowned, lifted his lips coldly, and his tone was undisguised disgust: "Little brute, make a face with me?"

Wen Zihua heard his words, and his usually gentle amber eyes suddenly lowered their temperature. He glanced back at his brother behind him coldly, and said unhappily: "It's good that I don't like you to ignore it, why bother to fight with a cat?"

Wen Zishu withdrew his gaze from Bobby, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, raised his legs and walked two steps, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and then raised his eyes to look at him, and said: "It seems that you have almost forgotten that you are a member of the Wen family, and you are closer to a beast than to my brother." ”

Bending down to pick up Bobby, Wen Zihua looked at him without the slightest warmth in his beautiful eyes, and his tone was a little colder: "I can't decide where I come from, but I at least have the ability to decide which path I want to take." If you came here today to help the old man speak, then my attitude is still the same. ”

Wen Zishu didn't speak for a while, and his eyes briefly fell on Bobby.

Then he lowered his eyes and glanced at the cat teasing stick on the coffee table, leaned over to pick it up, and shook it twice at Bobby, a faint smile on his face.

The pure white Persian cat was immediately aroused, and immediately jumped out of Wen Zihua's arms, and began to swing back and forth with the feathers on the top of the cat teasing stick.

Wen Zishu raised his hand, and Bobby raised his claws to scratch it, but he couldn't reach it, so he could only look at it with his eyes jumping in place.

After teasing twice, Wen Zishu felt bored, and casually threw the cat teasing stick back on the coffee table.

Poppy watched as the stick lost its command and lay motionless on the coffee table, and suddenly lost interest. It turned gracefully, walked to the cat nest in the corner, curled up in a ball, and lay on it without moving.

Wen Zishu snorted at Bobi in the cat nest, and his tone was very meaningful: "See, this is a beast, when you play with it, it is as happy as something." As soon as you don't have what he wants, he will also lose interest in you. ”

An indifferent smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Wen Zihua with a heavy gaze: "Do you think that you rely on your so-called talent to have a smooth ride outside? You are not a child anymore, you don't understand why those people are skewed to you on the surface, right? They only fancy the background behind you." To put it bluntly, what is lacking in this world is never a gifted person, the same thing you can do, and another person can do the same, maybe even better than you. Then why are you sitting in this position? It's not the Wen family. ”

Wen Zihua stared at him, pursed his lips tightly, and his face was a little pale.

He knew that his current life was inseparable from the Wen family, and no matter how much he tried to draw a clear line with Wen Chengguo, there would still be people who would call him "Young Master Wen" when they saw him.

His talent and hard work, no matter how dazzling they are, what others can see at a glance is still his family background.

The Wen family's background is something more striking than his own talent.