It’s Colder Today

But it was not Mei Ruolan who spoke on the other end of the phone, but his grandfather: "Hey, my dear grandson."

Wei Cong should change his words: "Grandpa."

Wei Zhenlin didn't sell it: "Are you free today? Come to my house if you have time."

Without saying anything, he asked him to go back. The phone hung up quickly, and when he returned to the living room, the doorbell rang.

Wei Zongying threw his phone on the sofa and walked to the door.

It's takeout.

There was a big box of takeout.

Wei Zongying went to the living room and called the person eating the 'spiritual food' on the sofa: "It's time to eat."

Shi Yun closed the book and walked to the dining table with bare feet. He took off the hair tie on his wrist and tied his hair while sarcastically saying: "Eat more, it's tiring to have both sides."

Wei Zongying took out the lunch boxes one by one from the insulator and did not give Shi Yun the vinegar packets given by the merchant. Seeing her reaching out to take it, he patted the back of her hand and smiled: "You don't need this, it's sour enough."

Not having made the person angry, Wei Zong explained: "My grandparents called me and asked me to go back today."

"Oh." Shi Yun took the vinegar bag and picked up a shrimp dumpling with chopsticks: "Then you can take me back to the dormitory later."

"You can catch up on your sleep here, won't it be noisy when you go back to the dormitory?" Wei Zongying opened his chopsticks and pinched a tiger skin jī claw for her, "I'll be back in the evening."

Wei Zongying waited until dinner to figure it out.

It turned out that his grandparents came here with the call - 'Please put yourself in the urn'.

So including Jiang Xuyang, who could at least still go out, the four of them, or maybe three and a half, became brothers in distress.

At the beginning of dinner, only he and his grandparents ate together, and his father did not come back.

Whether he comes back or not has nothing to do with Wei Zongying.

Probably because he knew that he would soon be restricted from going out freely, Wei Songying didn't feel that the dinner was delicious anymore. At this moment, the sound of a car engine came from outside, and the servant added a pair of dishes and chopsticks, saying that the husband was back for dinner.

Sir, he refers to his father Wei Mingcheng.

When Wei Zongying heard what the servant said, he had already stood up, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Grandpa and grandma, I've finished eating. You guys eat slowly."

Mei Ruolan didn't move her chopsticks when she saw Wei Songying. The elders always couldn't see their children eating less: "Why do you only eat so little?"

Wei Zongying stood up: "I have no appetite."

He retreated quickly enough, but he still met his father head-on.

Wei Mingcheng stopped Wei Cong who was getting up. He handed the briefcase to the servant next to him, unbuttoned the sleeves of his suit, and pulled open the chair: "Sit down and eat together."

Facing his father, Wei Cong should be able to eat it?

When did the incompatible father-son relationship begin?

Maybe it was the first time he saw the photo of his father's first love, or was it the time he secretly saw his mother hiding in the room crying?

Wei Cong should not remember clearly.

Anyway, his dislike for his father grew day by day, and finally reached its peak when his mother chose to divorce.

He felt nauseated and felt physically uncomfortable when he saw Wei Mingcheng. But he felt so uncomfortable that he didn't want to eat, but Wei Mingcheng sat down and helped the servant to serve the rice.

When you feel uncomfortable, you should find someone to feel uncomfortable with you. His father will bear the brunt of it, no one else.

Wei Zongying was rarely obedient and sat next to him. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and refused to eat. He lit a cigarette and started smoking. He blew smoke rings towards Wei Mingcheng one by one.

Wei Mingcheng naturally knew that Wei Cong should have done it on purpose. If he told him not to smoke at this time, he would definitely be following his wishes, and he would definitely say, "Then I'll go." Wei Mingcheng sighed, winked at the servant, and asked her to open the window.

The night wind poured into the room, and the smell of smoke escaped in all directions.

"Don't go out much these days." Wei Mingcheng picked up his rice bowl and continued eating, "We are still friends. Learn more from Jiang Xuyang and help out in the company."

"He lost millions on a project. If you need my help, I can do it." Wei Songying put out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Wei Zong should choose a major in college at that time, which was considered a revenge choice. One is that he is not someone who can engage in intrigues in the shopping mall, and the other is that he does not want to follow Wei Mingcheng's wishes and learn business management from him.

It is enough for his family's company to reach this scale now, and there is no need for him to be proud of his ancestors.

Talking about this kind of topic will only make himself more angry. Wei Mingcheng changed the topic: "Then you should stay at home for the past two days and don't go out. Don't go racing. If you are really bored, just book a flight." Look at your mother. She is your mother after all, and you should go and see her too."

It's disgusting.

Wei Cong did not hide his annoyance. He rolled his eyes at the person opposite him and raised the corners of his lips, but his face was not smiling, and his expression looked like a mockery: "Don't worry, my mother is very busy. She is probably doing research recently. Rockets and spaceships, I heard on the phone two days ago that she is determined to send all the cheating men who have abandoned their wives and children away from the earth in her lifetime, leaving the universe as space junk, and reducing the earth's carbon dioxide emissions and poisons. The production of matter.”

Mei Ruolan raised her hand and patted Wei Songying's back, telling him not to speak so harshly.

Wei Zongying saw Wei Mingcheng's expression worsen and immediately felt happy. After achieving the goal of making his father unhappy, he was no longer willing to be a drinking companion. He picked up the cigarette case and lighter at the table: "By the way, about less going. Racing, what are you afraid of? If I have an accident, you will still have someone to take care of you in old age. You will raise a child for your first love,

Such a kind person, that girl will definitely be closer to you than my son when you are old. Besides, aren't you divorced and not remarried? I think that girl looks quite similar to her mother. Why don't you settle for the next best thing? "