Hearing this, Zhiyan sneered and put on a posture of not stingy, "Then Lao Tzu doesn't learn anymore, you can just bring a chef there." ”

"If you don't learn to pull down, the chef will make it better than you."

The two of them exchanged words and words, and finally ended with her being dragged back to the bed in the bedroom.

“…… Ah Ci ......"

Fang Niannian held her hand.

Fang Ci came back to his senses, "...... Well? ”

Fang Niannian looked at her for a while, her eyes gradually turned red, and tears gathered, and it took a long time for her to say, "...... Right...... ......"

Fang Ci didn't react for a while, "What's sorry?" ”

Fang Niannian shook his head lightly and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

The bullied child hid behind a stone and cried, and the caretaker squatted aside to coax.

After looking at it like this for a moment, Fang Ci reacted.

“…… Did you go camping when you were a kid? ”

Fang Niannian nodded, and wrapped her arms around her neck, and the wetness around her neck soon spread.

She didn't move, and it took a long time before she raised her hand and patted her sister's back, "...... It's all gone. ”

There is no point in pursuing these things.

Before, the experience of abandonment, the deeper exposure of the night in the wilderness, pierced a thorn in her heart, and now, the thorn has been softened.

Now, she understands that she has not been passive, waiting to be abandoned or to be found, she can take the initiative into her own hands, just as she said to Wen Penghou, all choices are according to her own wishes.

It was in the course of getting along with Wen Zhiyan and seeing how he behaved in the world, that she gradually understood this truth.

It is impossible for people to wait until they are strong to become themselves, people become strong by being themselves.

Fang Niannian gestured, "I'm worried that this will be your shadow." ”

Fang Ci smiled and shook his head, "It used to be, but now it's not." ”

The image of the feast of the smell came to her mind again. He didn't deliberately want to teach her anything, but his daily style had already affected her in the details.

-

At noon on Monday, Wen Zhiyan returned to the Wen family's old house.

Wen Penghou fishes by the pond in the backyard.

Wen Zhiyan dragged a chaise longue and lazily half-lay inside, his long legs slackly half-open, and his fisherman's hat covering half of his face.

If the old man doesn't open his mouth, he won't say anything.

The two confronted each other in silence for a long time, and Wen Penghou sighed lightly and said, "...... Ayan, stop it. ”

Wen Zhiyan sneered, "What did I do?" What kind of hands do you receive? ”

"Let's go back to work."

"Recuperate, I don't have that effort."

He dragged his throat and was in high spirits.

Wen Penghou glanced sideways at his hand, and the exposed knee was obviously swollen under the kneecap because of the effusion.

"It's winter, and I still wear shorts, and I'm not afraid of rheumatism when I'm old?"

Wen Zhiyan then raised his chin to look at him, moved his legs, stretched out to his side, and said, "You touch it, it's not cold." ”

Wen Peng paused and raised his hand to touch his calf.

Warm.

Sure enough, he was a young man with a lot of firepower.

Wen Penghou glanced at him angrily and snorted, "You can't mess around when you're young, like your brother, if you drink so much wine, you will have to start recuperating early in the future." ”

He wears a windproof sports cardigan with zippers up to the top, a chin top, a bucket hat covering the middle of the bridge of his nose, and a tall figure sunk in a chaise longue. The exposed half of the face has a sharp jaw contour, and even this little silhouette can be seen as a handsome and beautiful man.

Looking at his relaxed and lazy posture anytime and anywhere, Wen Penghou couldn't help but think of Song Chengye's flattery at the previous wine party, saying that his good grandson has a charismatic personality, and this kind of person can be more successful no matter what situation he puts him in, not to mention that with such a big family as the Wen family behind him, the future is limitless and so on.

Thinking of Wen Zhou, who lived in the old mansion for a while, he had dark circles like dark blue all the year round, and the whole person looked decadent and lacked any vitality.

After thinking about it like this, Wen Penghou couldn't help but sigh again.

I am not afraid that my grandson will be disobedient, but I am afraid that even if my grandson wants to rebel, I still favor him in my heart.

Wen Zhiyan propped up one leg and asked casually, "How is my brother doing?" ”

"I don't know."

This is the truth, the old house of the Wen family is too big, even if they live under the same roof and do not deliberately inquire, they will not know what he is doing all day long.

The two were silent for a while, and Wen Penghou remembered something and said, "...... Your mom and dad will be back for Christmas. ”

"Hmm," paused, "...... I asked my mom to bring the ring back. ”

“……”

Wen Penghou glanced at him, obviously not very happy.

Wen Zhiyan smiled nonchalantly, and said slowly, "If you have the ability, you can go and demolish the Civil Affairs Bureau." ”

"What did your parents say?"

"My mom suggested I elope."

Wen Zhiyan laughed.

Wen Penghou was silent.

Not surprisingly, the pair of sons and daughters-in-law are even more self-indulgent, and the rebellious nature of the banquet is completely trivial.

He was silent, Wen Zhiyan looked at him for a while, and said with a smile, "Grandpa, you are the only one in the entire Wen family who does not agree, and when the time comes, your granddaughter-in-law will not be close to you, and you will lose yourself." ”

Wen Penghou immediately glanced at him vigilantly, "What?" If you give birth to a great-grandchild, will you let me see it? ”

Wen Zhiyan sneered, "How do you know that she is willing to give birth?" The Wen family treats her badly, so why bother with it, give birth to a child, and have the surname Wen. ”

"And that makes sense?"

Wen Penghou obviously didn't buy it.

Wen Zhiyan got up and only said, "You are old." ”

Seeing that he was leaving, Wen Penghou asked, "What should you do, brother?" He's so depressed, and there's no way. ”

Wen Zhiyan paused, "...... Let him join the group to do things," he glanced sideways at his grandfather, "Wouldn't you be more at ease with him competing with me?" ”

-

Wenzhiyan was really as he said, and he stayed with Fang Ci for a week.

During that time, he did not go to work, and only occasionally dealt with some urgent documents brought by Guan Rui.

On December 7, Wenzhiyan signed a merger and acquisition contract, and Fang Ci and his party left for London.

It was only when she stepped on the plane that she breathed a sigh of relief, and if she didn't leave, she would be hollowed out.

After a 10-hour non-stop flight, after landing, say goodbye at the airport and go home.

Fang Ci went back to the old neighborhood where he was renting, cleaned it first, and then took a bath.

It was only noon in London, and she was so sleepy that she almost fainted.

He will change into pajamas and fall asleep as soon as he dips into the bed.

I didn't close the window when I slept, and I was woken up in the early morning by the sound of birdsong.

Gradually, I looked at my watch and realized that I had slept for ten hours.

I got up and washed up, watered the flowers on the windowsill, took my mobile phone to take a look at today's work arrangement, and then a message popped up on the screen, from the banquet of Wenzhi:

"I've got a Chinese chef for you, I should be here, open the door and welcome you."

Fang Ci's conditioned reflex is to calculate the time in China at this time, and take the mobile phone to reply to the message while opening the door:

"Okay"

Open the door.

First, I saw a pair of men's leather shoes, and when I looked up, a tall man in a long suit was lazily leaning on the railing of the staircase at the entrance of the door, smiling at her.

She was so shocked that her eyes widened and she was speechless.

"The chef is here."

Wen Zhiyan said with a smile.

Chapter 54

The so-called "cook" half-pushed her through the door and looked down for her lips.

Fang Ci was wearing a plush and soft nightdress, which was overall wide and similar to a French court-style dressing gown, and was carried to the dining table, and the skirt was also lifted to the knees in the movement.

Wen Zhiyan still had the cold feeling of the early morning outdoors, and her hand touched his shoulder, stimulated by the coolness on her coat, and she withdrew her hand suddenly.

Before his hand could be fully dropped, he grabbed it and brought it to the inside of his coat, where it was attached to his waist.

Warm.

Kissed for a while.

Fang Ci raised his hand to caress his face, and if he looked closely, he could detect that there was a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes.

“…… Are you tired? She said, "You can sleep when I go to work." ”

"Hmm."

The itinerary was too timely, and there was no time to go through the formalities for the take-off of a private plane, so he could only go through the civil aviation, and as a result, the first class of the latest flight was also full, and he could only stay in economy class, and it was a transfer flight, which almost cost the young master Wen's life.

The seat was too narrow and uncomfortable, and I didn't fall asleep the whole time.