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And, in the first month, it started to make a profit.

He couldn't understand the operation of the company, but seeing that the old man's side suddenly died down, he also knew how awesome Jiang Jiu's hand was.

Today, Royal Entertainment is already a small entertainment company with an annual revenue of more than 100 million.

Although it is not as good as the half-year income of a branch of Wen's Group, it is enough to make the old man shut up.

In the past three years, he has cooperated with ginger wine, he is nursing the children at home, ginger wine goes out to work hard, and after a long time, he always feels that this kind of life will last for a long time, and it will remain unchanged forever.

Shen Yue got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked out the window at the dark night.

He gradually understood that it was time for him to return the ginger wine to her beloved.

He lowered his eyes and smiled silently.

*

Villa.

Early in the morning, six o'clock.

Wen Fengmian woke up on time under a good routine.

The servant brought from the Wen family came up to change his clothes and pushed him downstairs to take a walk in the garden.

The early summer in Tongcheng was still a little colder than Chicago, and he wore a thick blanket on his knees, still with cold hands and feet.

This body has entered aging in advance, and there is nothing it can do.

"Alright, let's go back."

The skin under the fur is pale and devoid of any temperature.

After walking around the garden for half an hour, Wen Fengmian finished his walk and motioned for the maid to push him back into the room.

"Where's Sang-yanagi?"

Sitting down in the restaurant, Wen Fengmian looked lightly at the butler who was waiting on the side and asked.

"The little master said it was cold and refused to get up."

"......" Wen Fengmian's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and her elegant facial features were dyed with a faint unhappiness. Go and call him down. You tell him that if he doesn't go downstairs within half an hour, you won't take him to Daddy today. ”

"Yes. I'll go now. ”

When the butler heard this, he couldn't help but laugh as he responded.

Wen Fengmian picked up the celadon bowl handed to him by the servant, and saw that his eyebrows were stretched, as if he was smiling, and frowned, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The housekeeper was an old man who had grown up serving him since he was a child, so he didn't talk to him as fearful as the others in the Wen family, and he smiled: "Since there is Young Master Xiangliu, you have talked a lot more, sir. ”

"......" What kind of nonsense is this?

Wen Fengmian glanced at him, not understanding how this old man, who had always been well-behaved, could say such nonsense.

The old man nodded at him with a smile and went upstairs to tell Wen Xiangliu to get up.

Wen Fengmian retracted his gaze and frowned slightly.

Wen Xiangliu is a child born to Chu Wanning and Wen Xili, and he looks a little like Wen Xili, but he is not as studious as Wen Xili was when he was a child.

People are intelligent, never forgetful, and become reciters at the age of three, but they are afraid of cold and heat, and they like to be idle, and they are very lazy.

Chu Wanning and Wen Xili have not been like this since they were children, they don't know what's going on, they seem to have a genetic mutation, which makes people very speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that this child was too lazy, he really wouldn't have to find someone to wake him up every day.

Ten minutes later, the neatly dressed Wen Xiangliu was holding a small orange basketball and was led down by the housekeeper with sleepy eyes.

He looked at him as if he was not energetic at all, his eyebrows frowned again, his pale fingertips tapped the table, and his voice was cold: "Go wash your face and come back to eat." ”

Wen Xiangliu lowered his eyes, and his voice was soft: "It's already washed, teacher." ”

"Go wash again."

His orders have always been indisobedient, Wen Xiangliu sat in his chair, his eyelids drooping, "But I don't want to wash my face anymore, teacher." ”

Wen Fengmian felt that his brows had not relaxed today.

Wen Fengmian: "Then we'll go back to Chicago today." ”

"I'm going to wash my face now, teacher." Wen Xiangliu immediately jumped down from the chair, he still didn't seem to wake up, yawned, and muttered in a low voice, "You know that threatens me to find my father......"

is not afraid of being heard by Wen Fengmian.

For a three-year-old child, Wen Fengmian naturally couldn't do anything to him, hearing this, he just frowned a few times, and his white fingertips pressed and pinched the white porcelain spoon.

- Even if it's Wen Xili, he wasn't so annoying when he was a child, right?

He now suspects that when this guy grows up in the future, he may not be able to marry a daughter-in-law.

The maid on the side took Wen Xiangliu away, coaxed him and took him to wash his face.

Five minutes later, the little kid who was finally in good spirits finally climbed into the dining chair.

He is still small, the spoon and chopsticks are special, a miniature version of the children's model, Wen Fengmian did not allow anyone to feed him when he was two and a half years old, to cultivate his sense of independence, Wen Xiangliu also protested at the beginning, the resistance was ineffective, and now he is used to eating by himself.

It's just that the child can't control it, he eats very hard, the soup is spilled on his clothes, and he has to be scolded by Wen Fengmian.

With one breath, it took him a month to finally train himself not to spill soup.

After the master and apprentice finished breakfast together, Wen Fengmian sat on the sofa and wanted to take a rest, Wen Xiangliu came over with the ball again, "Teacher, I'm going to find Dad." ”

The man leaning in the fur opened his eyes, there was no expression on his snow-white face, and he glanced at him lightly, "Have you finished the homework you assigned last night?" ”

"It's done, teacher." Wen Xiangliu pursed her lips and asked unhappily, "You obviously said that you were going to take me to my father today, are you lying to me?" ”

Wen Fengmian was a little troubled by his quarrel.

He raised his hand, rubbed his temples with his cold index finger, and said to the butler who was waiting, "Go and contact Wen Xili." ”

The housekeeper answered, took the mobile phone and left, Wen Xiangliu's eyes lit up, and he trotted away with the housekeeper.

"......" Wen Fengmian looked at his figure of leaving in a hurry, and didn't know why he was a little unhappy, and frowned.

That guy hasn't raised him for a day, so I don't know why this kid is so clingy to him.

……

……

……

In a moment, the butler returned.

"Sir, the second young master is not in the city."

Wen Fengmian opened his eyes, glanced at Wen Xiangliu's drooping expression, and asked quietly, "Where did he run again?" ”

"Miss Lingdankou is filming in Tongcheng, I heard that she went to the crew."

Wen Fengmian rubbed his eyebrows, leaned on the sofa, a little tired, and said in a lazy voice: "Then get ready to get out of the car, we will go to the crew at noon." ”

The pain struck again, and he motioned for the servant to lift him up and put him in a wheelchair.

"Xiangliu, go and repeat the ancient text that was handed over to you yesterday, and don't bother me until the car is ready."

"Got it, teacher!"

At this time, his voice was obviously light and a lot more energetic, Wen Fengmian glanced at the child lazily, saw that he was pursing his lips and snickering, his eyes were a little softer, he retracted his gaze, raised his chin, and asked people to push him upstairs.