Wen Xili looked at her bright eyes, touched his lips that had been kissed by her with his fingertips, and then raised his hand to rub her hair a few times, "Go to bed early, you don't have to work so late every day." ”

Jiang Jiu glanced at him, "You raise me?" ”

Wen Xili chuckled, with a little nonchalance in his tone, "You and I can still afford it." ”

Look at his stinking fart.

Jiang Jiu raised his chin: "I like to be self-reliant. ”

Wen Xili didn't say anything more, changed his clothes and accompanied Jiang Jiu to the study, and then walked out of the gate of Jiang's house alone.

Coaxed people to be happy, a stone he had been pressing in the past few days was gone, sent a text message to his mother, he opened the car door and got into the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat, he reached for a cigarette in his pocket, but when he didn't find it, he pulled out a tiny platinum stud earring.

Wen Xili lazily leaned back in the leather chair and raised his eyelids to look at the strange stud earrings a few times, then opened the window and threw it out of the window with disdain.

What taste.

Unsightly.

*

After nearly a week of absence, Wen Xili finally returned home in name.

Mrs. Wen sat on the sofa, saw him come back, and raised her chin at him: "Stop." ”

Wen Xili paused and glanced at his mother.

"Where's the wine?"

"......," said Wencili, "at her house." ”

Mrs. Wen narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Wen Xili, you shouldn't be lying to me!" ”

Wen Xili wanted to roll his eyes, but he couldn't help it, grinded his teeth, and smirked, "Why don't you call and ask?" ”

"Hmph." Mrs. Wen snorted arrogantly, "My daughter-in-law was almost angry and ran away, and she was still proud!" ”

Wen Xili didn't bother to be as knowledgeable as her, and walked upstairs with one hand in his pocket.

Behind him, Mrs. Wen's voice came.

"How long has it been since you had contact with your big brother?" Mrs. Wen said softly, "Remember to send him a text message to report that he is safe." ”

Wen Xili paused, he was silent for a while, did not say a word, and walked directly up the stairs.

Mrs. Wen looked at his back and sighed softly silently.

*

Wen Xili went upstairs, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, he couldn't help but sniff his arm, and always felt that the smell of medicine still hadn't dissipated.

His sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people, and the smell of medicinal oil is so strong that it almost smokes him to death.

Wen Xili opened the window to ventilate, sat on the sofa bare, chewed a cigarette, picked up a notebook and typed a name.

A bunch of news about the man popped up on the screen.

He flipped through it for a while, and the latest news of that person was only eight years ago.

At that time, Wen Fengmian was twenty-five years old and had just taken charge of the chairman of Jiang's Group, which was the most dazzling age in his life.

He was eight years older than him, like a light, too dazzling and brilliant to shine on his life, and he grew up alone in his shadow, both proudly and secretly.

Until one day, Wen Fengmian had a car accident.

The last news picture taken by the media was Wen Fengmian attending a Paris fashion party.

A young and noble man, sitting in a room full of luxury, gestures, like an emperor descending, indispensable. The eyes with a chuckle in them, with a faint shadow of contempt, were arrogant and noble.

Wen Xili closed his notes, got up from the sofa silently, and walked to the window to look at the cold moon outside the window.

He used to be his proudest big brother.

And now......

His eyes sank, and he took a slow breath, his gaze darkening in the faint mist.