Early the next morning, Fang Ci went to the International Trade Hotel, where he had some daily affairs to deal with with Wu Yishan.

Wen Zhiyan went to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, the finger sleeve splint was misplaced.

The sleeves were folded up and pulled at his elbows, and he rested his forearms on the table.

Dr. Zhang of the orthopedic department glanced at him, pulled his chair closer with his feet, and asked casually, "How did you get it?" ”

Wen Zhiyan's eyelashes lifted and he was silent.

The doctor looked at him for two seconds, and when he retracted his gaze, he was not surprised to see that he had two open buttons on his neck, and there were fresh marks there.

Speculation vaguely appeared in my heart, and I inevitably said a few more words, "You should also be careful about your knees, because the abrasions are quite serious, and it is best not to be forced." ”

Wen Zhiyan ignored it.

Is it impossible to abstain from sex even with such a minor injury?

“…… You must have used your hands too hard, and the shape is different from before, so you have to shoot again. ”

Dr. Tan went to London to study, and temporarily transferred Wen Zhiyan's personal situation to Dr. Zhang, who did not know the new head of the family so well, so he could only do his best to persuade him, "A broken finger must heal itself, you have to pay attention to it, help it heal, and you can't fight it everywhere." ”

"From the day after tomorrow, I will go to your home from time to time to follow up," Dr. Zhang handed the case book to Guan Rui, who was standing behind him, "Go ahead." ”

Wen Zhiyan went to take a film, re-fixed the finger splint, and removed the bandage on the back of his hand.

On the back foot, Dr. Zhang called Mr. Wen, "...... Do you know about the second young master's injury? ”

"I just asked Dr. Tan that he had fallen down the stairs and that he had been hospitalized with the same injuries."

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On the way back to the old villa, Guan Rui turned back from the co-pilot and said, "Dr. Zhang used to be in charge of the old man, and he may be ......."

Hearing this, he hummed and said nonchalantly, "Let him go." "Pause for two seconds," ...... Did the news get out? ”

"The front page this morning, just posted." Saying that, hand over the pad.

Wen Zhiyan took it, and the stock curve chart was displayed in real time on the screen, and the upward trend was faintly visible.

"Next, there will probably be an overwhelming amount of news and interview invitations," Guan Rui paused slightly, "...... The rest of the family will probably also ask, and it is estimated that it will be a little tricky on the side of the uncle and aunt, the uncle has real power in his hands, and the cousin and cousin have their own team. If they join forces to support the eldest young master......"

I didn't finish the sentence, but I stopped there.

Wen Zhiyan threw the pad back to him, leaned back lazily, and sneered, "This is a reporting idea, you can provide financial reporters with this divergent direction." ”

Guan Rui understood his character, and was not at all surprised by his reaction, and was silent for a moment, adding, "...... If you don't go to the company these days, it is estimated that the board of directors will be more suspicious. ”

Wen Zhiyan nodded slightly, "If anyone inquires, just tell the truth, I'm recuperating from my injuries and have broken bones." ”

Let the board of directors guess and figure it out.

It's sunny and suitable for outdoor sports.

When he got home, Wen Zhiyan changed his clothes, with a hooded sweatshirt on top, a large loose shorts underneath, and sneakers on his feet.

There was a self-built tennis court in the backyard, and he stood on the grass at one end, switched his racket to his left hand, and tried to swing it.

He plans to take advantage of the injury to his right hand and train his left hand.

Guan Rui, dressed in a suit, stood across the net, acting as a sparring partner.

It was Wen Zhiyan who was injured, but Guan Rui was always picking up the ball - it was difficult for his left hand to hold the direction of his power, and he was always out of bounds.

After getting through, Guan Rui was more tired.

He picked up the tennis balls one by one in the box, and threw him a bottle of sports drink through the net.

Guan Rui drank half a bottle in one go, and couldn't help but ask again, "...... How long do you plan to 'recuperate' at home? ”

"Two weeks."

Wen Zhiyan took off his sunglasses from the top of his head and pressed them to the bridge of his nose, looking up at the sun, his eyes narrowed and frowning slightly.

Guan Rui's eyes fell, and blood was flowing down his knees, winding over his calves.

Probably the wound had burst open.

"I'm going to get the medicine box."

Wen Zhiyan glanced down, "Don't care." ”

Guan Rui still ran back to the main house.

When he came back, he saw Wenzhiyan sitting on a bench next to the court, leaning back lazily and his legs wide open.

Guan Rui placed the medicine box on the grass, knelt on one knee at his side, and used a medical cotton swab to clean up the blood stains on his calf.

Wen Zhiyan didn't move, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "You are the general assistant, not my life assistant." ”

He has no living assistant, and all personal affairs are taken care of by Uncle Qiao.

Guan Rui probably also thought of this, "If the old man didn't learn the news in advance, then Uncle Qiao would probably be fine." ”

"Hmm."

Except for the banquet, Uncle Qiao is a loyal and honest man.

The blood stains were cleaned and the bandages were re-wrapped around again. This bandage does not stop bleeding, but is only used to fix the joint and prevent problems with the patella during exercise.

Guan Rui added, "It was specially instructed by Brother Youxian, saying that you don't pay much attention to this aspect, and you have a scar on your foot before." ”

Wen Zhiyan paused, and his voice lowered, "...... It's different, the scar before was because of Fang Ci, the day she left. ”

"Then you should pay more attention, even if it is for the sake of Miss Fang."

When I thought of her, I thought that she would have dinner with Ye Qianbei tonight.

I was suddenly unhappy.

“…… When will Ye Laosan leave? ”

"I inquired before, the old man of the Ye family doesn't seem to care about him, his personality is a bit similar to yours, but the family can't control it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Rui closed his mouth, as if he had said the wrong thing.

Sure enough, Wen Zhiyan glanced at him, "...... He, like me? Is he my long-lost son? ”

Guan Rui didn't say anything more, packed up the medicine box, bent his head slightly, and then carried the medicine box back to the main house.

Wen Zhiyan sat quietly for a while, got up, and waved the racket with his left hand again.

It's like venting, and it's a hit.

One by one, the tennis balls fell to the opposite side of the net, gurgling and rolling down.

I always think about her.

The look of last night was terrible. Let him scratch his heart and scratch his liver.

How did she do it, usually so cold, so the back, and so soft when it touched her heart. Sometimes he would cry, and when his eyes were distracted, he would explode in sadistic desires.

Guan Rui put the medicine box back into the distance and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the backyard.

Wen Zhiyan hood buckled on his head, and he was standing on the lawn one serve after another.

He was mentally prepared to be beaten again, and was about to open the side door when his mobile phone rang.

Wen Zhiyan's mobile phone was turned off, and the old man's phone called him.

He picked it up, "Hello Grandpa Wen." ”

"Wen Dong is at home, well, okay, I'll give him the phone right away," he smiled, "he's playing tennis." ”

Guan Rui walked down the steps, came to the grass, and deliberately raised his voice, "Wen Dong, smell grandpa's phone." ”

Wen Zhiyan knocked out the ball in his hand, threw the racket, and took the phone, "What's the matter?" ”

"Why don't you go to work?" Wen Peng said kindly.

"Hurt, don't tell me you don't know about it."

"Broken fingers, will it affect work?" Wen Penghou was a little angry, "If you are absent, what will the people on the board of directors think?" ”

"Let them think," Wen Zhiyan scoffed, "doesn't that what they want?" In two weeks, we'll see who the people who are going to get back to work in the office. ”

Wen Peng was silent for a few seconds and said, "...... Ah Yan, the news of the fight for family property did not spread by me. ”

He guessed that there had been no movement in the past few days, probably because Wen Zhou couldn't wait and asked a reporter to talk to him.

Wen Zhiyan almost laughed out loud and nodded, "I know." He reached into his trouser pocket with his right hand and pulled out his cigarette case.

Guan Rui got busy, put his hands together to help him light a cigarette, and handed over the Bluetooth headset.

Wen Zhiyan put on his headphones, threw his phone to him, smoked a cigarette, and then said, "...... I'm scattered. ”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a while.

Wen Penghou seemed to be so shocked that he lost his speech.

Wen Zhiyan laughed, "It's too peaceful, don't you think about it?" Now that you've got your mind set on it, let's make the most of it and see who wins in the end. With his right hand in his trouser pocket, he paced slowly from one end to the other end of the lawn, his hood tucked around his lowered eyebrows, "...... It also allows you to see it clearly once and then break this thought later. ”

After a while, Wen Penghou sighed lightly, "...... Why is it that the trouble has come to this point, can't the housework be solved at home? ”

"The business of the group is not a family matter," Wen Zhiyan said, "...... When it comes to housework, you might as well think about what kind of wedding gift the Wen family wants to give Fang Ci when I get married. ”

“…… Did you propose? Wen Penghou changed his tone, "I asked her to dinner last night, why didn't she say this?" What did you ask for last night? ”

Wen Zhiyan stopped and was silent.

Guan Rui, who was a few steps away, could clearly feel that the breath around him was cold.

“…… Didn't she tell you she had dinner with me last night? Wen Penghou was puzzled.

Wen Zhiyan smiled inexplicably, "Grandpa, did you see her four years ago?" ”

Wen Penghou didn't have time to answer, he said again, "Could it be that you think that four years ago, she left me because of you?" ”

"I know her, she does things according to her own will, and she is not influenced by anyone. She doesn't want to tell me this because she doesn't want to affect my relationship with you. ”

The phone hung up, and he took off his headphones.

Wen Zhiyan stood in place with his hands in his pockets for a while, and raised his eyes to look at Guan Rui, who was a few steps away, "A few things." ”

"Before I return to the company next week, you will issue a temporary notice to convene an interim board meeting."