"Luo Jue, you say, who am I?"

Luo Jue was suddenly stunned, with a trace of hesitation and dazedness. I don't know why he asked such an unobtrusive question when there was a fire in his backyard, and the question itself was difficult to answer.

This question is thrown to the big people at the top of the pyramid, or to the media, and they will say it accurately:

This man is the contemporary ruler of the Weisheng family, calling for wind and rain, holding a high position, and is the most influential leader in the young generation of the business world - Weisheng Rongmian.

Yes, he's a micro-sleeper.

Luo Jue, JONE and Xie Yi all think so.

But Xu Tingshen and Jiang Zuchen only recognized him by another name, Qin Jinglang.

He opened his mouth to give an answer, but remained silent. It was this spitting appearance that made Weisheng Rongmian look at it, chuckled, and said coldly: "I was originally called Qin Jinglang, the illegitimate son of the Weisheng family. ”

Luo Jue frowned slightly, so far he couldn't accept that he called himself an illegitimate child.

"You don't care anymore, do you?"

"Of course I don't care. He pushed away the chair and got up, slowly walked to the bedside, overlooking the hustle and bustle of the city, there was a rare trace of sadness in his eyes, "Luo Jue, if I exchange power with you, what will you give me?"

The questions became more and more strange, and Luo Jue was even more confused, but he still answered honestly: "The power of your Weisheng family is too great, I can't afford to give anything." But if you let me exchange begonias, it will be too stingy to be a little powerful. ”

Wei Sheng smiled and looked back at him with a heavy look: "Yes, that's true." ”

"Compared with the surname Weisheng, I still prefer the surname Qin. ”

Although the woman who gave him this surname had deliberately pushed him to the point of no return, she tried her best to use and deceive him, so that he was disillusioned with family affection. Although in this world, few people still remember the reckless and uninhibited young man, the dead and forgetful, and the betrayal of relatives.

"But even if the whole world could forget me, she couldn't. ”

The move of the family back to Gumo City was set on the fifteenth of this month. Several elderly people in Weisheng's family have taken a lot of decoction in the past few days, they are old and can't stand the toss, for fear that something will happen on the road.

After Weisheng Rongmian finished dealing with the company's affairs, he went back early, and instead of going straight to the fourth room as usual, he went straight to the direction of the ancestral hall. Li Quexin had already gotten on the car back to Jiangnan alone in the morning, and now in addition to many servants in the fourth room, there is only a young little Xinghe left.

Wei Sheng Rongmian Tuo Luo Jue took Xinghe away tonight and asked him and Chu Haitang to take care of him for two days. And in the past two days, there have been many things, and he has a little lack of skills.

The ancestral hall was solemn, and out of the ancestral hall, many female relatives gathered outside were talking and laughing, with different expressions, but when they saw Wei Sheng Rong sleeping, they immediately closed their mouths and gathered nervously to the side.

What else can we discuss? It is nothing more than Li Quexin's "clean house."

Originally, these deep ladies were just chewing their tongues and playing right and wrong behind them, and they couldn't cause much turmoil, and they didn't have the men who had the leisure to warn them. Even if it was moved in front of him, he didn't have the leisure to worry about women, but the moment they were silent, he vaguely felt Li Quexin's depression.

At this time, a few people happened to come out of the side courtyard of the fourth room, a few servants, and the one in the middle was the biological mother of Wei Shengrong, Gu Meishu.

This woman is really the most low-key elder of the Weisheng family, and she spends her days reading, reciting Buddhism, and entering the ancestral hall to pray for blessings...... Since last week, he has been staring at the old Chinese medicine doctor in person, boiling decoction for several old guys in the family, this filial piety is deeply loved by the elders, and he keeps talking about the mistakes of Wei Shengqing Ze, but such a good woman does not cherish it.

When Gu Meishu passed by, he also smiled politely at Wei Sheng Rongmian, "Xiao Wu is back." ”

Weisheng Rongmian bowed slightly, "Yes, Aunt Gu." ”

A burst of medicinal incense wafted by, coming from the servant's medicine pot, counting the hour, it was indeed time to feed a few old fellows. Gu Meishu is not a sociable person, and after chatting a few words, he thought about delivering medicine first.

"Aunt Gu, don't be in a hurry. With a smile, Wei Sheng Rongmian raised his hand slightly, and asked his people to take the medicine.

didn't care about Gu Meishu's doubts, only asked: "What about Ah Ci." ”

……

Over the years, Weisheng Rongci is no longer a student, and after graduation, he gradually took over part of the family affairs. He has also inherited a lot of shares, and now he has a lot of weight.

A pair of gold-wire glasses, heavy books, quite a bit of the taste of a young master during the Republic of China.

"Fifth brother, you sit. ”

The four-room side courtyard is hidden in a bamboo forest, which is the bamboo forest where the killer assassinated Weisheng Rongmian on the day of his birthday in southern Xinjiang. The silence is quiet, but it matches the temperament of the mother and son.

After pouring tea and tasting a few words, the two silent people fell into a desert.

"Fifth brother, do you have something to order?" Wei Sheng smiled gently, his bookish spirit is not the same as Wei Shengqing's style, he is still young, he is a little childish, and there is no shortage of conspiracy and calculations, but there is too much grinding less, and he is ultimately immature.

Wei Sheng Rongmian's fingers tapped lightly on the tea table, and the corners of his lips hooked into a smile of unknown meaning, "There are two things. ”

"Fifth brother, please speak. ”

Wei Sheng Rongci took out a box of cigarettes from the lattice under the tea table, pushed open the wooden box, took out two cigarettes, skillfully opened them with his fingertips, and handed him one.

Weisheng Rongmian didn't answer, but just raised his eyebrows: "Ah Ci, you may have learned badly from your seventh brother and seventh uncle." ”

Wei Sheng grinned, revealing a hint of youthful nature, "Fifth brother and I are both restrained people, only once or twice, but it doesn't hurt." ”

Weisheng Rongmian stretched out his hand, but he held his wrist and pushed the cigarette back, and slowly opened his lips in his doubtful gaze and explained: "Your fifth sister-in-law is preparing for pregnancy, I shouldn't touch these." ”

Hearing this, the big boy opposite who had a similar blood relationship to him flashed with suspicion in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down again and put the two cigarettes back in place.

"It turns out that the fifth brother has another woman, and the Weisheng family is going to have a happy event again. ”

Weisheng Rongmian took a sip of tea and smiled faintly: "If you listen to the nonsense outside, be careful that the fifth brother will not spare you." ”

"How...... The fifth sister-in-law is not ......"

"Your fifth brother and I have only one wife. This wedding is enough to be married only once, no matter where she goes, she can only be the fifth brother's woman in this life. ”

Weisheng Rongzhi was skeptical, and he really couldn't believe that such a wealthy family could have infatuation like Weisheng Rongmian and Weisheng Qingfeng.

Weisheng Rongmian didn't want to explain too much about this, so he only talked about two things about him through the previous topic.

"First of all, as the patriarch of the Weisheng family, I am very grateful to Aunt Gu for everything she has done. ”

It was originally an ordinary sentence, but for the slight appearance on the other side, his face was almost unchanged, but his heart was thundering.