The drive heads to the southern outskirts of the city, with landscapes ranging from bright neon lights to secluded tree-lined lanes.

The cold wind was blowing, and the tears that had not been wiped were sticking to his face, which was a little uncomfortable, and Wen Qianqian just wanted to wipe it with his hand, but he was held by Mu Tian's wrist.

Mu Tian took a wet towel and gently wiped the dry tears at the corners of her eyes, her eyes full of distress.

"Qianbao, my sister will take care of you in the future, the Wen family doesn't want you, and my sister will raise you. ”

Wen Qian's eyelashes trembled, looking a little dazed.

Mu Tian tapped her forehead funny: "Are you listening to me?"

"Listen. Wen Qianqian nodded.

She felt that her brain was a little messy now, and too many things had happened in one day, first Wen Ying and Mu Qian were buried in the morning, and Wen Han suddenly came over with a group of people in the afternoon, took out the so-called suicide note and paternity test, and followed the other shareholders of the Wen family, and gave her two choices without saying anything.

"Shallow, it's not us who forced you, we also thought about it for a long time before we came up with this solution, you are not the daughter of the Wen family, although the Wen family has the money to raise an extra mouth, but you are embarrassed, right?"

Wen Qianqian wanted to say that she was embarrassed at the time, but Wen Han didn't let her speak, and continued: "The Wen family has treated you well all these years, and now that Wen's shares are affected, it's time for you to do something for the Wen family, at this juncture, only the Jiang family is willing to cooperate with us, you see?"

He said a lot around the bush, just to let her marry that Mr. Jiang, an old man in his thirties.

Whether it is to marry her off or force her to leave the Wen family, it will be harmless to Wen Han.

No matter what choice she made, she was right in his arms, just let her marry, she really didn't want to, so she simply left the Wen family.

Wen family, in the study.

Wen Han sat in a large office chair, across the desk, and stood a handsome man, with short chestnut hair, broken hair on his forehead, peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

"You're also 25 years old, and you'll be the age of standing in a few years, if you continue to mess around like this, who will the Wen family hand over after I die?" Wen Han looked serious and scolded him.

Wen Ting sneered: "Give it back to Wen Qianqian, it's her family anyway." ”

Wen Han slapped the table violently, stood up and pointed at his nose and scolded: "Wen Qianqian, she is not the daughter of the Wen family at all, Wen Ting, Lao Tzu raised you so big not to let you help others to be angry with your Lao Tzu." ”

Wen Ting hooked the corners of his lips mockingly, and his peach blossom eyes were full of disdain.

Wen Han took a few deep breaths, calmed down, sat back in his chair, and said in a non-obsessive tone: "Starting tomorrow, you go to work at Wen's." ”

"Finished?" Wen Ting stretched, "I'll leave when I'm done." ”

He walked out of the study, completely ignoring Wen Han's furious fur behind him.

As soon as he came out of the study, the expression on his face immediately changed, and he walked out in a hurry with a cold face.

"Young Master?"

Wen Ting's expression froze almost invisibly, his eyes narrowed, and his temperament changed again: "Uncle Zhao, do you say that my father is sick? What's wrong with me? Aren't other people's sons and brothers all spending all their time drinking?"

Uncle Zhao shook his head with a smile: "Young master, master, that's also for your good." ”

"Come on, I'm annoyed. Wen Ting rolled his eyes and walked downstairs quickly.

After passing by, Zhao Bo looked back at Wen Ting's back a few times, squinted slightly, turned around, held on to the railing, and went upstairs step by step.

After Wen Ting left the villa, he took out the car keys from his pocket and pressed them, and the red Ferrari at the door rang out.

He opened the car door and drove away from Wutong Bay.

After leaving the villa area, looking at the inconspicuous black car not far behind him through the rearview mirror, Wen Ting pursed his lips, turned a corner, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and finally stopped at the door of the Wanle Club.