After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

The autumn sky is blue and clear, without clouds.

In a bakery on the corner, the aroma is fragrant and the flow of people is endless. Beside the workbench in the back kitchen, several figures in white chef overalls shuttled back and forth, and occasionally a few urging voices sounded.

"Is Qi Feng's embryo ready?"

"Where's my raspberry jam?"

"It's all done. The Qifeng embryo is on the first cabinet. The raspberry jam arrived this morning, and it's at the bottom of the refrigerator."

The speaker is a tall and slender young man. He wears a white chef's hat. His handsome and sunny face has a few white marks of flour. With such a smiling face, he lost his temper.

"Xiao Wen, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, it's all I should do."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the back kitchen was pushed open, and the deputy store manager came in anxiously.

"Xiao Wen, there are too many customers in the store, and the front is too busy. Change your clothes and come out to help quickly."

"Yes, the sub-store."

Wen Yuan has a good temper, and after speeding up the work at hand, he went to the front desk to help. The little girl at the cash register was not feeling well today. She squatted listlessly under the counter and drank brown sugar water. Wen Yuan comforted her a few words and started to help her cash register.

"Wen Yuan, you are too kind. If you like girls, I will catch you and give you a monkey!"

Wen Yuan handed the packaged bread and desserts to the guests, and turned to look at her with a smile.

"Such a beautiful girl, do you still need to chase others? There must be a lot of boys chasing you."

The little girl pouted and pressed the thermos cup to her lower abdomen, not knowing what to recall, her eyes were a bit complicated.

"Those dog men, they were as enthusiastic as they were before chasing you. As soon as they caught up, they changed their attitudes and ignored you. If they were handsome, it would be even more incredible. I wish everyone would hold him. It's still your boyfriend who is good, excellent, and professional..."

When she was talking, she found that Wen Yuan was unresponsive, so she couldn't help but look up at him. Looking at it, she found that Wen Yuan's eyes were focused on a certain place in the store, and his expression was a little pale.

The little girl followed his line of sight, her eyes suddenly widened.

Isn't this the schoolboy boyfriend she's seen on Wen Yuan's phone a few times? But why is there a fair-skinned and beautiful goblin standing next to the school grass, holding his hand?

Good guy, she was complimenting Wen Yuan's boyfriend just now, but he turned around and cheated on him?

The little girl looked at Wen Yuan anxiously.

Wen Yuan looked calm, but his heart had already turned upside down. Half an hour ago, he sent a message to Zhou Yunqing and made an appointment to eat grilled fish at the grilled fish restaurant at T's South Gate in the evening, and the other party returned him a meme. Unexpectedly, half an hour later, the other party let him experience the cruelty of real life.

In just a few minutes, Wen Yuan's mind flashed through many clips of the two getting along. They met in club activities in their freshman year, fell in love, and have been together for three years. They have a stable relationship and almost never quarrel. He can't think of where it came from. The problem has led to the two of them getting to where they are today.

In front of the glass display window filled with all kinds of desserts, Yang Mo smiled and pointed at a round matcha cocoa cake in the display window with his thin white fingers.

"Yun Qing, I want to eat this. I heard that it is a popular Internet celebrity in their store. Can you buy it for me?"

Zhou Yunqing has never been interested in desserts, so Wen Yuan likes to delve into those sweet and greasy things. He has always looked down on that person's hobbies. He was ecstatic for a few seconds before nodding.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you."

Turning his head, he was about to call the clerk when a figure in a staff uniform walked up to him.

"Guest, do you want this matcha cake?"

As if he didn't know him at all, Wen Yuan ignored him expressionlessly and looked at Yang Mo.

His eyes moved down, and he quickly looked at the "Little San" in front of him. He had a young and fresh face, with a small stature, red lips and white teeth, and he had the pampering temperament of a rich young master. At first glance, he and Zhou Yunqing were a good match.

Yang Mo knew that Zhou Yunqing had a boyfriend, but he didn't mind, anyway, Zhou Yunqing would be his sooner or later. With such an outstanding appearance and family background, what if he is the school grass of T University? Not to obediently bow down under his suit pants. Even the fact that Zhou Yunqing has a boyfriend made him feel particularly exciting. This kind of taboo feeling like cheating is not something that everyone can have.

"Xiaoyuan...you..."

Wen Yuan's sudden appearance made Zhou Yunqing completely dumbfounded, and quickly shook off Yang Mo's hand. He remembered that Wen Yuan had said that he was going to learn baking every Saturday. He thought he was going to some cooking school, but he never thought that he was in the back kitchen of this Internet celebrity bakery, and he happened to bump into it. He and Yang Mo!

When Yang Mo heard the name "Xiaoyuan", he blinked and understood. Although he has never seen the real person Wen Yuan, he has heard of the name. After all, the popularity of boys who can fall in love with Colonel T will not be too low. He glanced at Wen Yuan's uniform, guessing that he was some kind of poor student on a work-study program, and chuckled lightly.

"You are Wen Yuan. I heard Yun Qing talk about you. Are you working here? Can you wrap my cake first?"

Wen Yuan glanced at the matcha cake in the window, and felt that the top of his head was greener than the matcha on the cake. He said "um" without a smile, quickly wrapped the cake, and went to the front desk to check out.

Zhou Yunqing followed with a flustered expression: "Xiaoyuan, listen to me, in fact I..."

Yang Mo was surprised and said, "Wen Yuan, why did you pay for it yourself? Wouldn't it be better to let Yun Qing pay?"

Let him buy a ghost bill! Wen Yuan winked with the little girl at the counter, took off his uniform jacket, and walked out of the store with the matcha cake. Zhou Yunqing followed behind, still trying to explain.

"Xiaoyuan, I really have nothing to do with him, it's all he wants to pester me, we have nothing—"

Wen Yuan turned around and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him. There were countless emotions in his chest. Zhou Yunqing saw his reddish eyes and thought he was soft-hearted. He was about to grab his hand when suddenly, something wet Something dense hit him in the face.

Wen Yuan patted the cake crumbs in his hand, threw the box into the trash can, his eyes were indifferent: "Let's break up."

After leaving the bakery, Wen Yuan did not go back to the dormitory, but took a taxi directly back to the lakeside villa in the suburbs.

There were dozens of missed calls from Zhou Yunqing on the phone, as well as text messages one after another. The tone of voice changed from begging and defending to hysteria: [Xiaoyuan, we have been together for three years, do we have to break up for such a trivial matter? ? 】【It was my fault, I'm sorry for you, I will never make this kind of mistake again, can you forgive me? 】【Xiaoyuan, you know that I'm looking for a job recently, the pressure is too great, Yang Mo's uncle has an investment company... I'm also thinking about our future, can't you understand me? 】【I am only true to you alone, he is nothing in my eyes. 】…

Wen Yuan sat on the wicker chair on the terrace, smoking a cigarette, flipping through the WeChat messages on his mobile phone, his face expressionless.

After experiencing that scene during the day, now Zhou Yunqing is as ridiculous as a clown jumping off a beam in his eyes. Whether his words are true or false, he will not believe a word of it.

What kind of lard was he blinded by the lard in the first place, and he actually fell in love with such a superficial thing?

Wen Yuan deleted all Zhou Yunqing's phone calls and WeChat, and went into the living room with bare feet. He took out a bottle of high-strength liquor from the bottom layer of the wine cabinet, and drank it in one breath, ignoring his burning stomach. He fell on the sofa in the living room.

I slept until noon the next day. When I woke up, my temple was aching, and the phone on the coffee table kept vibrating. He glanced at the call, frowning to his ear.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Xiaoyuan, your father has a heart attack in the hospital, come here quickly!"

Wen Yuan was awake in an instant, and the sadness of the lovelorn was left behind, so he hurriedly called the driver to come and drive. On the way, he realized that there was a problem with his family's business. His father was a foreign trade exporter. Before, he spent a lot of money to buy a batch of equipment and planned to export it to manufacturers in Europe and the United States. Unexpectedly, the above foreign policy was suddenly tightened, and foreign manufacturers temporarily regretted and refused to receive the goods and pay compensation. Now the pile of equipment is piled up at the customs, and the funds cannot be returned. The suppliers began to collect debts again. The heart attack recurred, and he fell directly into the office.

Before Wen Yuan stepped into the door of the ward, he heard a **** cry.

"I've told you, that order is too risky, you have to take it... Now it's alright..."

"I really can't, I sold the property in the north..." Father Wen's voice was weak.

"With a funding gap of several hundred million, is it enough to sell that set? Even selling all the houses in the family is not enough!"

Wen Yuan walked in at this moment, pretending to be relaxed: "Dad, aren't you okay? I heard the tone on Mom's phone and thought something was wrong with you."

"It's not a big deal in the first place." Father Wen muttered, and glanced at the infusion bottle above his head: "It's an old problem, just lie down for two days and it will heal."

Ye Xia wiped the corners of her eyes, looked at Wen Yuan, and frowned slightly: "You went out to drink? Why do you smell like alcohol?"

"I had dinner with my high school classmates yesterday." Wen Yuan sat down on the bed, picked up the apples in the fruit basket, and said with a smile, "Dad, do you want to eat apples? I'll cut one for you?"

All three tacitly did not mention the company's affairs.

When Dad Wen saw his son's face, the sadness in his heart faded a lot. He was about to say to cut me a little tiger shape when there was a knock on the door of the ward.

The secretary stood at the door with a folder in his hand, looking strange.

"Mr. Wen, there is an old gentleman surnamed Qi who wants to see you."

"Qi..." Father Wen lay on the bed, remembering something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed his wife's hand in disbelief.

"Uncle Qi, it must be my godfather! My godfather is here!"

How did he not know that his father had a godfather? Wen Yuan's face was full of confusion, but Ye Xia seemed to understand her husband's appearance very well, holding his hand, constantly comforting her.

"Understood, don't get excited, be careful and the blood supply is insufficient."

"Xiaoyuan, go out first, let the old gentleman come in."

"Okay."

Wen Yuan didn't know why, so when he left the ward, he saw a thin and tough old man standing in the corridor. He was wearing a neat three-piece black suit, and his silver temples were meticulously combed. A cane of golden nanmu, the whole person is noble and majestic. Seeing Wen Yuan, a smile appeared on his face covered with frost.

"Are you Xiaoyuan? I hugged you when you were young."

Wen Yuan had no impression of the old man in front of him at all, but he politely greeted him and watched him enter the ward.

Half an hour later, the ward door reopened. The old man walked out, and when he looked at him again, his eyes were not as unfamiliar as before, but showed love and approval.

"Xiaoyuan, we will meet again."

Wen Yuan didn't know what his parents were talking to the old man in the ward at all. He walked in in confusion and found that the worry on his parents' faces had disappeared a lot, and the couple were all looking at him with burning eyes, as if He was a lifesaver for the company.

"Xiaoyuan..." Ye Xia coughed lightly and couldn't help but say, "How are you and that boyfriend talking now?"

"It's divided." Wen Yuan said bluntly.