After marrying into a wealthy family, I became popular

Chapter 24

Wei Wen rubbed his forehead, but didn't make a sound.

The woman on the phone tried her best to put on a kind and kind look, but it was a pity that Wei Wen couldn't see it across the entire Pacific Ocean: "Xiao Wen, your father and I are not people with traditional thinking. We both like men or women." Acceptable."

Wei Wen couldn't help snorting in his heart: You are not my mother, do I need you to accept it?

"Your husband must be very rich, right? It happens that you are short of money. This is a good thing. You should mention it and tell the family. We should also make preparations."

——It is you who are short of money, not me.

Wei Wen said coldly: "I'm getting married, what do you need to prepare?"

"How does this kid talk? He always wants to meet his parents, right? How can he be regarded as his elder? What's the matter with Qi? For Qi Xiaohe, he doesn't even need to pack a red envelope when he gets married? Do you want to send a meeting or something? ?”

——Do you still want to be Mr. Qi's parents?Why don't you go to heaven?

Wei Wen couldn't bear it anymore: "Auntie, do you have anything else to do? I'm quite busy here."

Hearing Wei Wen's reticent tone, the woman immediately put away her hypocrisy: "Of course there is something to do. When will you call me this month's money?"

——I knew it, and it really was like this, an endless demand.

Wei Wen gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't I just call you 1000 million last month?"

The tone on the other end of the phone was a little softer, but he still insisted: "I can't help it, your dad went to Las Vegas as soon as the money arrived."

Before Wei Wen could answer, the woman couldn't wait to continue, "It's not like you don't know your father's temper. As long as he has money, he will definitely go back to gamble. Right now he owes hundreds of millions of gambling debts, if I don't have nowhere to go I won't call you either. Besides, isn't it justified to pay off the father's debt?"

"Where's my dad?" Wei Wen was trying to maintain his sanity.

"He's not at home." The woman said, "The creditors are coming, how dare he stay at home."

Wei Wen closed his eyes: "I'm out of money, and I've already called you for all the paychecks. You guys should think of other ways."

"Why not? Aren't you going to marry Mr. Qi? He has such a big entertainment company, and a little bit from his fingers is enough."

"Even if the wealth is incomparable, it belongs to Mr. Qi, so what does it have to do with me?"

There was a cry in the woman's voice, although she couldn't tell the truth from the fake: "Think of a way, Xiaowen. They can't really cut off your father's fingers, can they? Your younger siblings are still young, even if you have resentment towards me , but it was your father after all, after all, he raised you to such a great age..."

Wei Wen took a deep breath, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "My dad is going to Las Vegas, why don't you stop him?"

"How can I stop it?" The voice over there was obviously much quieter.

"He listens to you so much, you can't stop him?" Wei Wen didn't believe it at all.

"Well, I agreed." The woman said with a guilty conscience: "But I also kindly thought that if I can make money, I don't need to bother you."

Self-inflicted sin.

But, as the woman said, even if there were thousands of mistakes, he was his biological father after all.

When he was young, the pictures of his father's kindness and son's filial piety were intertwined in his mind one after another, warmed and harmonious...so much so that he couldn't remember, since when did his father's big hand holding him suddenly disappear?

Wei Wen was silent for a long time, he could even hear his own dull heartbeat clearly.

Finally Wei Wen smiled, with a strong sense of sadness and helplessness in his smile, he said in a trembling voice, "Give me a few days. I will contact you again."

"I can't wait that long." The woman said urgently: "2000 million, they will get the money before tomorrow, or..."

"I see." Wei Wen forcefully hung up the phone without giving her a chance to finish speaking.

His eyes drift like outside the window,

The shadows of the trees on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows are bright, and the sky is about to change. The taller shrubs in the yard are rattling by the wind, and the sky is dark from far to near. There should be heavy rain.

A cold autumn rain.

The window was not closed, and the damp cold wind was blowing into the inner bedroom, hitting the boy on the face.

Wei Wen shivered.

Why isn't Qi Xiao here, he stands alone in the room full of loneliness to meet the desolation of the storm.

He walked over slowly, hooked the handle with his slender white fingers, closed the solid wood carved window sash forcefully with his forearm, and buckled the bolt lock that had not been used for a long time.

Trying my best to shut the coldness out of the window.

Wei Wen suddenly remembered that when he was young, before his parents separated, he would occasionally encounter such weather, even worse, lightning and thunder.

Mom always holds him in her arms and instructs Dad to close the doors and windows, and then his dad will laugh and carry him on his shoulders, take him to the edge of the window sill, and ask him to stretch out his little hand to close the glass window .

That was the first and best time of Wei Wen's life in his memory.

Ignorant, happy, but short-lived.

When Wei Wen was six or seven years old, it was also a night of heavy rain.His father suddenly pushed the door in, reeking of alcohol, followed by a young woman, and his mother sat on the ground with a pale face.From that day on, after a series of quarrels, showdowns, divorces, family property snatching and a series of family dramas, he never saw that man again.Until, the weak mother was accidentally admitted to a nursing home due to mental problems.

He was 14 at the time and needed a legal guardian.

When the school sent Wei Wen to his father, he was unwilling, but he had no choice.

Of course, there was someone in that family of three who was more reluctant than Wei Wen.

Wei Wen is very sorry that his sudden appearance has caused an uproar in the originally happy family. He is an awkward and awkward existence anytime and anywhere, but there is really nothing he can do about it.

He ate leftovers from cold dishes, wore T-shirts that cost 9 yuan and 9 free shipping, and was even locked up in the most cramped attic for a whole day because of arguing with his stepmother.

Of course, compared to the children in "The Rule of Law" who don't have a whole piece of skin all over their bodies, they are not abusing him.But I really didn't feel any kindness and warmth.

The only little bit of love that can be called family affection comes from his half-brother Wei Fan.

On the saddest days, Wei Fan would sneak imported snacks for him through the crack of the door, share Lego toys with him when no one was at home, and give him a brand new copy of "5 Years College Entrance Examination 3 Years Simulation" ".

Wei Wen rubbed his eyes.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Wei Fan a WeChat message: [How are you doing recently? 】

The information is replied quickly:

Wei Fan: [I'm fine every day, college life is really colorful.Brother, I swear to God I didn't leak the secret!Parents are really too smart to learn to use the international version of Weibo. 】

Prosperous Age Beauty My eldest brother: [It's okay.You take time to go home and take a look at Weiwei. 】

Wei Fan: [Don't worry, my sister is as beautiful as a flower, I want to hug her every minute without you telling me. 】

Prosperous Beauty My Big Brother: […]

Wei Fan: [Brother, according to what I know about my parents, they will definitely take the opportunity to rip you off, so be careful [insidious] [insidious]]

—they've knocked.

Wei Wen raised the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and without replying, he threw the phone into his pocket, and stood in front of the closed window for a while.

Sure enough, it started to rain outside, and the sky, which was not considered clear at first, faded into a dark night.

The butler knocked on the door and asked him what he wanted for dinner, Wei Wen really didn't think so.

For the first time, he didn't open the door with a smile on his face, and greeted a housekeeper with good words.

He didn't even move half a step, just shouted through the door: I'm not hungry.

There seemed to be a surprise outside the door. After a pause of half a minute, the old man's steady voice came: "Okay. Young Mistress, take a good rest and call me whenever you need it."

Wei Wen didn't make another sound.

He didn't turn on the light either, just groped in the dark, turned around and came to the big bed where Qi Xiaohe had slept, slid along the foot of the bed and sat on the floor.

With his arms around his knees, he tilted his head and looked out the window in a daze, not wanting to move.

Wei Wen thought dejectedly: He had actually done all his kindness to his father's family. He remembered the kindness they took in him when he was desperate, and he also remembered that the person who gave him life was the one who gave him life after all, even for this stepmother. Three points of face, thinking about room for change.

But why is this family becoming more and more insatiable, always only know how to take, and even give stingy words of hypocritical care.

Wei Wen really felt that after his mother entered the nursing home, his life seemed to be endless indifference, abandonment, betrayal, and abandonment.

Until Qi Xiaohe appeared in his life...

Yes, Qi Xiaohe.

If it wasn't for that man's charitable act thousands of miles away, if it wasn't for that precious grant that allowed him to live in a boarding art school...

Wei Wen didn't even dare to imagine how miserable his life would be.

Wei Wen raised his hand to cover his eyes, he didn't know why he suddenly thought of Qi Xiaohe at this moment.

However, even if it's just an illusory name, at this moment, it will make his already overwhelmed heart even more bitter and unbearable.

Wei Wen could feel Qi Xiaohe's sincerity towards him.

Yes, if there is one person in this world who is willing to treat him seriously, it must be Qi Xiaohe.

But what about two years later?What about after separation?

Wei Wen didn't dare to think about it.

At that time, after thousands of mountains and rivers, following all living beings, he is afraid that it will be as difficult as going to the blue sky when he sees each other again.

I don't know how long it has passed, but thousands of lights have been lit up in the distant city.

The sudden ringing of the phone broke the deathly silence.Wei Wen couldn't help shaking his body, and after struggling for a long time, he took out the phone from his pocket.

It was still the voice he didn't want to hear the last time, this time even the hypocritical opening remarks were omitted: "Is the money ready?"

"Where can I get so much money in such a short time?" Wei Wen's emotions piled up after an afternoon.

The woman didn't know if she was driven by some irresistible force, and her attitude was very bad: "Then it must be a little bit? Now, how much can you give me?"

"No, not a single copy." Wei Wen stood up angrily.

The other end of the phone was silent, as if thinking about something.

Half a minute later, Wei Wen heard her say: "Anyway, I won't call your father out. If you really can't come up with the money, then we can only ask Wei Wei to live in those creditors' homes for a while."

!

Wei Wen's throat choked violently, and he slammed his fist hard on the floor.

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't utter a word.It turned out that the broken heart could be crushed even more into powder.

Until just now, up to the last second, he was still thinking that those people were his family members, and whether he should think of a way to help them.But they were thinking of using his sister to pay off the debt?

After a long time, Wei Wen said in a trembling voice with difficulty, "Are you, are you threatening me?"

The woman on the other end of the phone was already sobbing, and she said something sobbing. Wei Wen couldn't hear clearly, and didn't want to listen anymore.

In the courtyard of the villa, the speeding Maybach came from far to near under the icy rain, and stopped outside the gate with a sudden brake.

Qi Xiaohe took big strides, got out of the car anxiously, raised his head and squinted his eyes, and sure enough, every floor of the whole villa was brightly lit, only his bedroom was completely dark.

Mr. Housekeeper had been waiting on the porch at the door early in the morning. When he saw Qi Xiaohe coming out, he hurriedly ran towards him with an umbrella in his hands, his tone was steady and fast: "Young Mistress has locked herself in the room since you left. It's been an afternoon. No dinner. I knocked on the door, but he wouldn't let me in."

Qi Xiaohe walked very fast, frowning all the time: "How is it now?"

"The lights are not turned on in the room, and there has been no movement. I am a little worried."

"Understood, Uncle Song." Qi Xiaohe took off his coat and handed it to the Filipino maid as he walked, and turned to Mr. Housekeeper. "Let the kitchen prepare some digestible supper, and then you can go to rest. I can go upstairs by myself."

Qi Xiaohe received a call from Mr. Butler at the dinner table.

In his heart, Wei Wen has always been a well-behaved, sensible and extremely sunny child. He has almost never heard of him losing control of his emotions, so he feels very uneasy right now.

The wine bureau is a carousel banquet successfully acquired by the magazine, so it is not unimportant.

Originally, Qi Xiao planned to ask Xia Chan to come and take a look on his behalf, after all, there is no secret between the artist and the manager.But the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't let go, and the lonely and depressed look of that little guy kept appearing in front of my eyes.So he made a decisive decision, left Song Mao to clean up the mess, and came back in person.

Qi Xiaohe walked up the stairs quickly.

The bedroom door was closed tightly, but voices could still be heard faintly coming from the inside of the door.It can be seen that the speaker's voice is very loud, and the emotion should be very excited.

Without any psychological struggle, Qi Xiaohe did something he thought he would never do in his life—listen to the corner.

He bent forward slightly and put his ear against the door:

Wei Wen's voice from inside was hoarse and dry, but extremely firm: "Aunt Fan."

"You'd better know that I'm still willing to talk to you now because I still miss the family relationship between us. If you don't care about this friendship, then you can do whatever you want."

"It's just that you'd better think about it. If Wei Wei suffers even the slightest harm, you won't be able to get a penny from me from now on. I'll take back what I gave you back with interest."

Although the tone was cold and decisive, Qi Xiaohe could clearly hear the despair, sadness, helplessness and boundless desolation.

His child is clearly only 20 years old, how could he be forced to show such emotions?

Qi Xiao couldn't bear it anymore.Fingerprints touched the door lock, and he pushed open the door without hesitation.

The huge bedroom was completely dark, and his Wei Wen was sitting on the floor next to the bed... a small, lonely shadow, thin and lonely.He held the phone in his hand, but his whole body was curled up tightly.

Looking at it from Qi Xiaohe's point of view, one could even clearly see his shoulders trembling repressedly.

Wei Wen seemed to be concentrating his whole body, mind and energy on the phone, and he didn't hear someone pushing the door behind him.

Qi Xiaohe stopped and stood there, his legs seemed to be filled with lead. He knew who was on the other end of the phone, understood what Wei Wen was saying, and understood that the child's sudden emotion was due to What - he vaguely remembered that Song Mao's background check had written that Wei Wen's parents were a reorganized family.

That's right, if it wasn't for the huge pressure or financial burden at the beginning, how could a child be forced to betray himself and choose a contract marriage that is destined to have a great impact on his career.

The person on the other side of the phone also seemed very excited, chattering about something.Wei Wen obviously didn't want to hear it anymore, his hand dropped, and the phone fell heavily to the floor, and there was a sound of Didi hanging up after a while.

The entire confined space fell into a suffocating silence again.

Wei Wen was still sitting where he was, with his hands hanging down so weakly, his head was thrown back and he leaned deeply on the spine of the bed, his whole body seemed to be trembling, like a little animal that had been covered in bruises all the time.

But, obviously, in the morning, when he went out by himself, he was fine.

At the negotiating table, Qi Xiaohe, who was still able to talk eloquently in front of thousands of people, felt his throat was blocked by something. After a long time, he struggled to utter two syllables, "Wei Wen..."

Wei Wen, what then?What should he say, what should he say to make the child better?

Seeing the back, he seemed to be in a daze for a short time, so he sat there, raised his arm and wiped his eyes in a panic, and then stood up from the ground reflexively.

Qi Xiaohe walked over, Wei Wen's eyes met his for a short while, and suddenly forced out a smile with difficulty, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost hard to recognize: "Mr. Qi..."

Then, the eyes quickly turned away.

The two of them were facing each other, Qi Xiaohe could still see clearly in such a dim light, Wei Wentong's red and moist eye sockets, the dizzy pain and obscurity in his eyes could hardly be hidden.

Qi Xiaohe locked his eyes straight on him, and he turned his face away a little helplessly, so at a loss that he didn't dare to look at each other at all, even so, Qi Xiaohe still saw the watery light fainting from the corner of his eyes again.

His lips trembled a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't utter a single syllable for a long time.

Qi Xiaohe never knew that he could have such complex emotions in his heart: unbearable, distressed, angry, or something else, in short, all kinds of mixed feelings.

It made him raise his hand involuntarily, and firmly grabbed Wei Wen's shoulder.

Originally, the distance between the two was less than one step, but the moment Qi Xiaohe's palm touched him, Wei Wen's unsustainable pretense fell apart in an instant.

Xiao Xingxing suddenly rushed forward recklessly, wrapping his hands around Qi Xiaohe's solid back, and hugged him tightly, like hugging a piece of driftwood.

Like a flat boat still drifting in the sea of ​​bitterness, it finally found a vast land.

He buried his head on the side of Qi Xiaohe's neck, tears streaming from his eyes, and tremblingly said, "You're back..."

Qi Xiaohe's body froze for a moment, but he quickly raised his arms and hugged Wei Wen's body back.

Feeling the wetness on the side of his neck, his throat rolled up and down several times before he could say, "I'm back."

I'm back, don't be afraid.

I could feel Wei Wen's whole body trembling as if trying to suppress something, "Xiao Wen, there's nothing I can't solve. Come, tell me."

After this sentence, the body in his arms trembled more violently, and the sound of gasping and sobbing in his ears became more rapid and dull.

Wei Wen's lips and teeth opened and closed, and just a few words were broken into pieces, he said: "They, how could they treat me like this, how could they be willing to..."

Qi Xiaohe just felt that his heart was being squeezed hard, and he couldn't help the pain.

After a long time, in this warm and firm embrace, Wei Wen finally broke down in tears:

"Mr. Qi, I am very kind to them. I remember that they took me in at the beginning, and every penny I earned was given to that family..."

"You must not know that feeling. It's just that the last second the salary came to the account, the number on the bank card is very beautiful. But when I wake up, it becomes zero again... It's a bottomless pit, and it goes on and on, and I can never fill it , can never climb out..."

"But what can I do? After all, it's my father... Do I just watch him being forced to cut off a finger? Blood is thicker than water..."

"But now that woman actually wants to threaten me with Wei Wei, Wei Wei is only four years old! Four years old, and her health is not good, are they still human?"

Wei Wen is not a good confidant.

Or maybe he is subconsciously still concealing, concealing his life experience, concealing that he may need financial assistance.

But Qi Xiaohe is a very professional listener.

"It's okay..." His generous palm ran along the back of the person in his arms, and his voice was gentle but firm: "You still have me."

Quietly waiting for the mood of the young man in his arms to calm down, Qi Xiaohe's rationality is also returning a little bit, he has already captured the information he needs in Wei Wen's unclear words.

He always knew that the relationship between Wei Wen and his family was tense, and Song Mao's background check was very clear, but now the facts are obviously worse than he expected.

I don't know how long it took, so long that Qi Xiaohe felt that his shoulders were a little numb, and so long that Wei Wen stopped crying, stopped sobbing, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Qi Xiaohe let go of his arms.

He grabbed Wei Wen's waist with one hand, and his legs with the other, and he hugged the little star across the bed and gently placed him on the bed beside him.

Pulling up the quilt again, the tone returned to the usual force: "Don't think about anything, don't do anything. Now, go to sleep."

Wei Wen's nose twitched lightly, and he didn't speak any more. He buried his head in the pillow and closed his eyes obediently.

Qi Xiaohe sat down beside him, reached out and stroked his black and soft hair, then put the same hand into the quilt, and held the boy's cold fingers inside.

Just like this, he stayed by the bed all the time, his eyes fixed on the young man's body, until he made a sound of breathing evenly and confirmed that he was fast asleep, then he stood up lightly.

Qi Xiaohe walked slowly to the balcony, looked up at the unclear stars in the sky after the first break of the shower, and lit a cigarette.But he didn't put it on his mouth, just let the mottled fire burn to his fingers inch by inch.

When the cigarette butt fell to the ground, he made a decision.

——That was the child he took good care of, how could he let others bully him.

Qi Xiaohe took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Mao: "Ask if there is our private jet in the United States now."

... "I want you to arrange the most reliable confidant to pick up someone."

... "What should I do if I don't let people go? Do you still need to ask me? What about your method? Is this a change of profession to become a Bodhisattva?"

... "Yeah, pick it up now. I have to see someone before dinner tomorrow."

Turn around and go back to the room, looking at the sleeping person on the bed.Qi Xiaohe turned around and walked to the desk. The CEO, who was not used to using portable electronic devices, fumbled through Baidu search.

Input: How to cheer up your wife.

The answers were varied and strange, but the answer with the highest number of likes only had four words: "Cure all diseases."

Qi Xiao had been so cold all night, his face was as cold as a blade, and finally he had a somewhat human expression, and he silently buckled the iPad.

——Spending money, I am good at this.

Wei Wen thought that after going through this kind of thing again, he would be sad and sleepless like countless nights before, or at least toss and turn, having nightmares again and again.

But in fact, he slept until dawn. (If President Qi Da sells sleeping pills, the market value will definitely be listed on NASDAQ.)

When Wei Wen woke up the next morning, Qi Xiaohe was no longer in the room, but the bed beside him had obvious signs of being used, and a few short black hairs were lying on the pillow.

Wei Wen stretched out his hand and picked one up. Thinking of Qi Xiaohe's every move last night, his mood suddenly improved, and he pursed his lips lightly.

He turned over and got out of bed, walked quickly into the bathroom, and took a quick battle shower while there was no one in the room.

Stretching out his hand to wipe off the thin layer of mist on the mirror, Wei Wen saw that his eyes were still swollen, which was still very obvious.The red marks around the corners of the eyes have not completely faded away.It is especially striking on otherwise fair skin.

As a competent vase in the entertainment industry, the little star is very dissatisfied with his current appearance, rummaging through a pile of bottles and jars, hesitant to find a way to cover it up.

At this time, there was a uniform knock on the door.It is still the loving voice of Mr. Steward:

"Miss, are you up yet?"

He had already neglected his old man yesterday, and today he can no longer turn him away no matter what.

Wei Wen stretched out his hand and rubbed his fair face mercilessly, regardless of his panda eyes or a gorilla: "Oh, here we come."

The door was opened, and Wei Wen poked out a fluffy head from inside.

Mr. Housekeeper smiled and said hello, and handed over the tray with both hands - a clean towel and ice tea bag inside, and said with a smile: "The young master asked me to bring it over, and said that it would be good to apply it for 5 minutes. If it is too long, the ice will break skin."

Wei Wen scratched his head, and took the tray a little embarrassed.

Mr. Housekeeper likes this child from the bottom of his heart. He is clean, pure, sunny and enthusiastic, without any air of arrogance.Therefore, he didn't mention what happened yesterday afternoon at all, as if the person who cried for half the night was not the person in front of him.

"Do you think breakfast is served in the bedroom or in the living room?"

Wei Wen was surprised and said: "Bedroom? Isn't Mr. Qi not allowed to have breakfast in the room?"

When he first moved into Qi Xiaohe's apartment, Song Mao seemed to have reminded him of this matter, and he said it so eloquently that it was hard for him not to remember it.

The housekeeper chuckled: "It's okay, those rules are for outsiders, and it has nothing to do with the young mistress. The young master said that the most important thing is your happiness. You worked too hard yesterday, so it's okay if you want to bring it into the bedroom." of."

This is too sweet!

Wei Wen wondered secretly, how could there be such a warm existence under the sun? When Empress Nuwa created humans, did she squeeze out her heart?

"I'm going out to eat, so I'll go with you."

The warm sunshine in the morning poured into the living room, Qi Xiaohe sat at the table and read the financial news, with a cup of coffee in hand.

The breakfast was already on the table, but it hadn't been moved yet. He was obviously waiting for someone. He turned his head and saw the little guy coming out of the bedroom, beckoning: "Are you awake?",

There is still a smile on the face that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Wei Wen, on the other hand, was a little uncomfortable, after all, he hugged her and cried for half the night last night.

His lips were slightly pursed, with a shy and shy smile on his face.

"Mr. Qi, good morning." He was clearly saying hello, but his dark eyes fluttered uncomfortably to the doorpost next to him.

The corner of Qi Xiaohe's mouth twitched, but he didn't point it out. He just turned around and said to the little Feifei: "Warm up the milk, go and bring out the fried eggs from the kitchen."

Wei Wen sat down squarely across from him, lowered his head, and started to eat in silence.

Qi Xiaohe leaned forward slightly, deliberately amplified his voice and said, "You don't have to worry about it at all. I am the only one here who knows that you are a crying brat."

The life assistant and the Filipino maid who stood behind them heard this sentence, lowered their heads and pursed their lips at the same time.

Wei Wen paused his hand while holding the milk cup, his head was lowered, and when he raised his head again, there was a circle of milk froth on his lips.

Qi Xiaohe walked over to pick up the napkin at hand, and wiped it carefully for him, his movements were smooth and smooth, as if he was used to it.

The little Filipino maids laughed lightly.

With accusation in his eyes, Wei Wen said in grief and indignation: "Mr. Qi, you clearly did it on purpose!"

Qi Xiaohe couldn't help laughing and said: "It's just to make you laugh, how about it, are you happy?"

While talking, he brought an avocado farther away to Wei Wen's hand: "Eat more, you are too skinny. After eating, let's go out for a walk."

Wei Wen felt a strong warmth in his heart, biting the fried egg and slurring his words: "Go out for a turn? Don't you have to work today?"

"Which day is there no work?" Qi Xiaohe took it for granted, "But none of that is as important as you."

Wei Wen was speechless.

——Do you want to be so su!I will take it seriously.

Qi Xiaohe stood up: "Have you finished eating? Let's go, I will choose a car for you first."

"What? Still want to choose a car?" The little star couldn't help sticking out her tongue secretly in her heart: Do your rich families have to go through such a complicated process when going out?

Wei Wen shrugged his shoulders and followed Qi Xiaohe to go downstairs.

The old butler had been waiting at the garage door for a long time.Seeing the two of them coming, he turned around and pressed the remote control button.

The huge iron gate slowly rises, and Qi Xiaohe's 30-year collection can be seen at a glance.

Wei Wen is not exaggerating and thinks that he has seen the world. Although his family background is ordinary, the entertainment industry is a place where capital gathers, and he has experienced a lot of big and small auto shows.

However, he was still blinded by this shining top-level limited-edition sports car neatly parked in two rows.I didn't speak for a long time.

"Which one do you like?"

"what?"

"You don't like the Martin One77 from before, let's pick another one." Qi Xiaohe turned his head slightly to the pile of sports cars, as if saying to his own children, let's pick a cucumber,

Wei Wen couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was in his heart, you still remember the dare to love, but, it's not that I don't like it, it's just that I can't afford it.

The little star waved his hands again and again: "No, no... I usually have the company's nanny car when I go out, so I don't need this."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it, let's buy another one." Qi Xiaohe didn't seem to hear Wei Wen's rejection, and continued on his own.

It's just that the tone seemed a bit more troublesome: "It's just that I haven't heard of any sports cars coming into the market in recent months... but there are a few that have released limited edition commemorative models."

Wei Wen was stunned for a moment, subconsciously wanting to refuse.

Turning his eyes, he happened to see that Mr. Butler was flipping through the brochure of the top sports cars in the past ten years.

While watching, the old man frowned and said to himself: "Oh? Why is there no dealer's contact information written on this car? What if the young lady chooses this one?"

Wei Wen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it seems that he has to choose one today.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and point to a rather well-behaved Mercedes-Benz among the shining "Trident", "Roc Spreading Wings" and "Bullfighting" signs.

After Wei Wen finished the selection, he turned his body back slightly, passed Qi Xiaohe and tentatively looked at Mr. Butler, his eyes were full of questions.

Mr. Housekeeper, who was always willing to help Wei Wen, unexpectedly did not provide any affirmative or negative hints this time.There is always an unfathomable smile on the elderly face.

On the contrary, Qi Xiaohe nodded happily, and patted Wei Wen's shoulder approvingly: "Okay, you have a good vision, so let's do this."

Then he turned to Mr. Housekeeper and said, "Uncle Song, arrange for someone to go through the formalities tomorrow."

Wei Wenqi asked, "What procedures do I need to go through?"

Qi Xiaohe said calmly: "Transfer."