I Really Am a Slag Shou!

When the pot of Wen Ke was only two centimeters close to Chi Zhao, Chi Zhao reacted. He frowned, and then evaded slightly. The eyes of Wen Ke were darkened. Then, he narrowed his eyes and looked To Wen Yu, who was not far away.

Wen Yu's expression was too abnormal at this time, Wen Ke stunned, and then retracted the extended hand. The pond opposite him followed his eyes and turned his head.

After seeing Wen Yu standing behind himself, Chi Zhao pursed his lips in guilty conscience, but soon he reacted. He has nothing to be guilty of, he and Wen Ke did nothing, and Wen Yu would not care what they did.

Chi Zhao stood up. He took a few steps towards Wen Yu. One meter away from Wen Yu, Chi Zhao stopped and said calmly, "Come with me."

God knew how much effort Wen Yu had used to restrain the raging mood. Wen Xijun's tone without any emotion was like a barrel of gasoline, which poured directly into his fiery heart. The scorching temperature swept through the body instantly, and the burning sensation made him unbearable, but he has been trained by Wen Xijun to become a puppet man who will not cry. Therefore, even if the pain inside is no longer enough, his appearance will not show half a point.

After Wen Xijun said that sentence, she went straight ahead, Wen Yu tilted her eyes silently and glanced at the Wen Ke left behind.

Wen Ke was also looking at him. His eyes were full of scrutiny and puzzlement. After a brief look at each other, Wen Ke suddenly sat up slightly.

Because he understood.

At that moment, Wen Yu retracted his gaze. He turned around, strode to catch up with Wen Xijun, and left here one after the other.

There was no one around him, and Wen Ke didn't need to maintain his image, his face finally showed a little real emotion.

At this time, Wen Ke's face was definitely not good-looking. His eyes kept turning and his eyes moved too fast, which meant that he was disturbed.

How can it be?

Aren't Wen Yu the most hated of Wen Xijun in the whole Wen family? He usually covers it well, but when anyone has the true feelings, he has seen it with his own eyes. At that time, Wen Yu couldn't wait to kill Wen Xijun. Why is it like this now?

How could he ...

Relevant to the abnormal behavior of bacteria in the previous few months, Wen Ke's gaze stopped.

Wen Yu and Chi Zhao came to the study, and after the heavy solid wood door was closed, a word here would not be transmitted to the outside.

Chi Zhao was sitting on the dark green sofa next to the bookcase. He wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but found that there was only tea here. Abandoning the idea of ​​moistening his throat, Chi Zhao raised his head, and Wen Yu was still standing at the door. He neither walked forward nor found a place to sit, so silently at the door, looking like a door god.

"Did your grandpa tell you?"

Wen Yu suddenly had a bad hunch. He pulled his thoughts out of the picture just now, and then asked in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

That just said nothing.

Chi Zhao said lightly: "Your grandfather came to see me today, and he showed me his sincerity, and then we agreed that you should recognize your ancestors and return to your original family."

This remark was too ruthless, as if Chi Zhao had sold Wen Yu to Song Xuezhong for a small favor, and Wen Yu understood the meaning of Chi Zhao's words, and his face changed several times.

His voice sounded unbelievable, "You asked me to go to the Song family?"

Chi Zhao corrected his wording mistake, "Not to go, but to return."

Wen Yu was originally the Song family, but these years were wrong in the Wen family. Shouldn't he be very happy when he returned to his own family, how could Chi Zhao meet Wen Yu's current eyes, and he had a feeling of doing something terrible that he had done.

Wen Yu stared at Chi Zhao's eyes, his eyes gradually sinking, his intact right eye now looked like a sickle of death, and his dark pupils were sharp like ice, and his clenched hands slowly released and dropped to his side. .

Wen Yu's eyes flashed, "You know."

Just like Song Xuezhong's men, Wen Yu also couldn't figure out why he was pushed away by Wen Xijun. No matter how you look at it, Wen Xijun shouldn't give up on him unless ... he found something intolerable, and then urgently needed Push yourself away.

Before, he guessed that Wen Xijun also liked himself. Today, he guessed that Wen Xijun did not like himself. No matter what the conclusion was, that was all speculation, far less powerful than the fact that Wen Xijun himself acknowledged.

Under his gaze, Wen Xijun was silent for a while, then he nodded, "Well, I already know."

At the moment he heard Wen Xijun's admission, Wen Yu almost couldn't hold back. He wanted to rush to Wen Xijun and question him.

Why drive him away.

Why was he sentenced to death without a word.

Why is that guy in Wenhu obviously the same as him, but he can stay right next to Wen Xijun and show boldness and intimidation, but he has only been expelled? !!

What's the difference between him and the kettle? !!

After this sentence appeared in his heart, Wen Yu's angry brain suddenly calmed down.

No, he forgot, he and Wen Ke are still different.

The Wen Ke has no broken eyes, the Wen Ke has not disobeyed Wen Xijun's orders, and the Wen Ke, always smiling, is obviously more pleasing than others.

In the previous few months, he had never seen his mind clearly. He was constrained by the stubborn impressions of the past, stubbornly stagnant, and unwilling to face his heart. Now he managed to figure it out and understand what he should do, but he was no longer eligible for it.

Personality causes him to be not as smooth as others. Others can't even say a word in his mouth. He knows that there is something wrong with him, so he wants to change and wants to learn.

At this time, Wen Yu looked like a big dog about to be abandoned by his master. He stood alone, and after a few seconds of delay, he gathered his courage and took two steps forward.

"Father, can't ... give me another chance."

Wen Yu never pleaded with anyone, and he never whispered in his whole life. The most enviable thing in his body is the pride that nobody can make him bend, but now he has broken his own pride and Boneless, he makes a humble request to the person in front of him, hoping that he can change his mind and let himself stay with him.

At least ... Give him a chance to do the same.

Chi Zhao looked at him doubtfully, not understanding what he meant by this sentence.

Just when Wen Yu said that he knew, Chi Zhao nodded a little thought, because he thought that Wen Yu was talking about the relationship between him and the Song family. Indeed, if you think about it carefully, you can see that Chi Zhao must have known it long ago, otherwise he would not have made the decision to let Wen Yu leave so soon.

But what does it mean to give him another chance now? What opportunities do you give?

Chi Zhao wondered for a long time, and suddenly, he wanted to understand.

Does Wen Yu think he thinks he is a traitor, so he has to kick him out of the Wen family, and then deal with him outside?

...

Chi Zhao took it for granted that after meeting Wen Yu and his grandfather, he had already moved to return to the Song family. Nothing happened in the past two days. It is estimated that he could let him go. Now he suddenly discovered that his Every move was seen by Wen Xijun, and he panicked.

Brother Wen never treats the traitor with mercy, even if he is trading at a loss, the traitor must pay the price he should pay. Wen Yu knew this and wanted him to give him another chance so that he could show loyalty.

system:"……"

Finally the husband and wife sang along.

Chi Zhao's brain tonic ability has already caught up with the protagonists of the first few worlds!

...

Chi Zhao thought he understood Wen Yu ’s brain circuit, and he spoke clearly, trying to relax Wen Yu ’s nerves: “Although you will no longer be named Wen, you will still be warm to their brothers. They will not forget You, hope, don't forget them. "

In the future, Wen Yu has brought the Song family to a new height. He and Wenlie are both big brothers. Chi Zhao does not want Wenlie to do anything to Wenyu, and naturally he does not want Wenyu to do anything to Wenlie in turn. It's all meat. Although Chi Zhao didn't want to see Wen Yu's face because he knew the wrong person, he was his son anyway.

As soon as this sentence appeared, Chi Zhao shuddered.

No way, he didn't take Wen Yu as his son from the beginning. Now he suddenly wants to change his mind. He still feels a bit uncomfortable.

...

Wen Yu's face turned pale.

Anyway, let him go.

Just because he likes him? What about the kettle, he likes him too, is he going to leave too?

Wen Yu didn't respond to what Chi Zhao said for a long time, but finally responded, but asked strangely where Wen Ke was going.

Chi Zhao froze.

He originally wanted to send the kettle, but the kettle had just said that he was unwilling to leave.

Thinking of the behavior and words of Wen Ke just now, Chi Zhao fell into silence for a while. He is not a person who likes pseudo-orthopedics. Wen Ke wants to like him. He can't control it, but he can stay away from the Kettle and let him die early. That heart.

Chi Zhao thought about it. When he came back from a trip with gentleness, he packed up and went to Bangladesh to take care of him. As for Wen Ke, whether he was willing to leave or stay, it was all his own business. Anyway, he was no longer in the Wen family Already.

"He's already an adult. Come and go freely. I won't interfere with him."

Upon hearing Chi Zhao's answer, Wen Yu moved slightly.

With a dry throat, Wen Yu asked again, "Why do you interfere with me?"

Chi Zhao really felt that Wen Yu was not right now. The questions he asked were so strange. He frowned, but answered him with a good temper, "because you should go back."

Song Xuezhong is so old. Half of the people who stepped into the coffin finally found his son's orphan. Being a conscientious person, he could not destroy his mood to reunite with his grandson.

Wen Yu's eyes were down, and the left eye full of gray doctors dropped down along with it. In the incomplete vision, Wen Yu seemed to understand something.

"I understand."

Wen Yu said these words with a dumb voice. After half a ring, he raised his eyes and looked straight at Chi Zhao, saying to him, "Goodbye, father, I will be back as soon as possible."

By that time, he will make it impossible for everyone to push him away from Wen Xijun, even if it is Wen Xijun himself.

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