"But my heart is also fleshy.

How could I have turned my mother away.

That's a mother who worked hard and pulled me up.

On the long winter nights, she sat at the foot of my bed and warmed my feet in her arms. I didn't dare to move, pretending to be asleep. In the summer, she sat behind my chair and fanned me with a fan, saying that the cold air and wind would not get into my bones.

I don't want to comment on her ignorance, and I don't want to say that she deserves to be deceived. She loves me, treats me as her life, and has a heart for me, and there is no doubt about it.

Now, I am guilty that I could not bring her to live in the United States. I can only ask you, beg you, take care of my mother for me. ”

Wang Chengyou didn't dare to look at his brother's eyes. These lives full of pain and pain, he had never experienced before, and it was difficult to imagine.

Seeing that although his younger brother did not make eye contact with him, he looked like he was listening carefully, Wang Zhifeng continued: "You are different from me. You are in China, the people you like are also in China, and you have the ability to support your father's career and carry it forward. I don't think you're opposed to being the successor, are you? You just hate that Dad doesn't respect your ideas like this and points fingers at you.

In that case, why not fulfill me?

I promise to stand in your shoes and take care of your feelings. ”

Wang Chengyou's heart was shaken. For his brother, the wind is affectionate to his mother.

"Stand in my shoes and take care of my feelings...... If you don't bow your head, how can you reconcile with your father? Wang Chengyou pondered and repeated.

"I have my own way."

"What's the solution?"

"You just need to agree, reconcile with Dad at the right time, agree to be Daddy's successor, and don't worry about the rest."

Wang Chengyou looked at his brother suspiciously.

The elder brother's expression was so serious, even heavy. So, his plan is likely to be-

Wang Chengyou quickly looked away, he didn't want to have a heart-to-heart with his brother!

"Let me think about it." He replied in a panic.

"Okay. Get back to me tomorrow by 12pm. Wang Zhifeng's tone was very calm.

Wang Chengyou's eyes fell on the red wine that was only half a bottle drunk, and he vaguely understood in his heart that it was not his brother's style of alcoholism, but he was afraid that he was brewing emotions for the sake of spitting out the truth. It turns out that in his brother's heart, he loves his mother very much.

Wang Chengyou suddenly wanted to call his mother.

However, before it could be implemented, Lily and Mo Yan returned.

Push open the door, with a chill.

Wang Chengyou got up, took off his coat for Mo Yan, and took Mo Yan in his arms.

Can he be like his father, even if he has loved? No, no, it can't be done! Even if one day he separates from Mo Yan because of unforeseen things, he will not do anything to damage Mo Yan!

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yan's cold little hand touched Wang Chengyou's face. Wet, as if tears.

"Nothing." Wang Chengyou held his restless little hand in the palm of his hand. rested his head on Mo Yan's shoulder, and secretly wiped his face with his other hand.

Mo Yan looked at Wang Zhifeng through Wang Chengyou's shoulder, and Wang Zhifeng spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know anything.

No, it may also mean no comment.

"It's almost time. Let's go eat. Cod feast. ”

"I don't want to eat it. Take us back to Cambridge. Dinner with Mo Yan's family. Wang Chengyou flatly refused.

I thought that Wang Zhifeng and Lily would keep it, but I didn't expect that Wang Zhifeng immediately agreed.

The driver's big brother, who drove the business car out of the sports car aura, is back. Carrying Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan, they were still silent and galloped away.

Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou sat in the back row.

Mo Yan didn't open his mouth to ask Wang Chengyou what he talked about with his brother. It's not because there is a driver there, but Mo Yan believes that when Wang Chengyou feels that he can let her know, he will naturally tell her. If he doesn't take the initiative to say it, it means that the time is not yet ripe. She waited patiently.

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Since he knew that Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou were flying together, the various efficiency of the writer began to decline.

Signed in the wrong place.

I used to straighten out the relationship as soon as I heard it, but now I'm still confused after listening to it twice.

I was upset, and when I thought about it, I couldn't say why I was upset.

He thought, perhaps, that he really should have a serious blind date. lest you fall too deep into love.

Wang Chengyou returned from the army, and Mo Yan and him officially became lovers. It would be naïve for him to expect a miracle to happen even if he was whimsical.

pinched the bridge of his nose, and the writer simply pushed aside all the materials to be signed on the table. He stood up, grabbed his clothes, and walked out of the office.

None of the two secretaries dared to ask, let alone obstruct them.

The writer walked out of the office building unhindered and returned to the Tang Mansion where his father was.

Mr. Tang did not ask his son why he ran home in the middle of the afternoon, but happily introduced him to his new splashed ink works. Undoubtedly, this hobby was learned from my mother.

"You're the only one in the house?"

"The housekeeper went to pick up Xixi and Wenjie. Your mom won't get home until 4:30. ”

Xi Xi and Wen Jie are now in the third grade of primary school. She is delicate and delicate, like her mother. Her mother was so confused that Mr. Tang did not hesitate to force her son to sign a declaration of renunciation of the inheritance.

Wen Jie became more and more reserved and introverted, quite like a little mother.

"Dad, I want to go on a blind date."

"Coincidentally, I have an old friend, and his youngest daughter happened to have studied abroad for four years and returned from school not long ago. Would you like me to arrange a meeting? ”

"Just graduated from college?" The writer thought together. Counting age, he is the same age as Mo Yan.

"Seven or eight years younger than you. However, this age difference is nothing. ”

Mr. Tang went to the study in high spirits. When he called, the housekeeper came back with Xixi and Wenjie.

Home, suddenly came alive.

Xi Xi and Wen Jie rushed into Wenhao's arms, pulling him, chattering, saying this and that. As for what they said, the writer couldn't hear a word, only felt unusually noisy.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Mr. Tang to come out, and the two children stuck out their tongues and went to the study to do their homework with their backpacks.

Mr. Tang raised his hand and whispered: "In this family, someone has to sing with a red face and someone with a white face." Otherwise, these little cubs dare to turn the sky upside down. ”

Wenhao smiled.

"Don't wait for your mom. Today is really a coincidence, the little daughter of the deceased is resting this afternoon, idle at home, you can go to afternoon tea together. You can talk about having dinner together, but if you can't talk about sending people home, you come back for dinner. What do you think? ”

The writer agreed. Although he was not interested, reason told him that he had to change his indulgent state.

According to the arrangement of Mr. Tang, Wenhao went to the designated teahouse to wait for a girl named "Xu Qinglai".

Not long after taking a seat by the window in the Dehe Teahouse, Xiao Er led a young woman with the style of a lady to his table.

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