Nangong Lingxuankong's heart finally fell. Now that there is news about Jiang Xiyan, he should turn all his goals to his own revenge: "Okay, I leave this matter to you, no matter what method is used,
You must bring Jiang Xiyan back to me." If he comes back, he should teach this disobedient woman a lesson to see if she dares to jump out of the circle he drew next time.
Wen Weichen stayed in Dongcheng for half a month and was still worried about Jiang Xiyan, and people there also came to report that there were many Chinese people around the apartment recently, and they seemed to be very skilled, which made him even more worried.
Cheng Mengying knew that Jiang Xiyan also went to the UK. When Wen Weichen proposed to go to the UK, she objected. She thought that a perfect woman like Lei Xiaoman could tie his heart. Who would have thought that such an arrangement would fail?
Already.
In the end, Cheng Mengying and Wen Xiaozong stood on the same front. If Wen Weichen went to England, he would have to give up his family's inheritance rights. From now on, the Wen family would let him die alone and no longer provide any form of financial support.
If there is no financial source, the existing funds in Wen Weichen's hands can only sustain his life for one month. In this case, his future survival will have to rely on his own hands, and he will no longer be an enviable young master.
.
Wen Weichen agreed. He believed that with his own ability, he would take good care of Yang Bojun and Jiang Xiyan. Although he was the eldest young master, he still learned to be self-reliant when studying abroad, especially from Yang Bojun.
Many different things.
Cheng Mengying angrily hid in Wen Xiaozong's arms and sobbed: "People say that raising children will protect you from old age, but he is clearly a white-eyed wolf. He even gave up his mother for a woman..."
Wen Xiaozong was helpless. He had already expected Wen Weichen's decision. Maybe it would be a good thing to let him go out for some exercise. Now he could only comfort his wife: "Don't worry, he will always be your son.
When he can no longer hold on outside, he will naturally come back to find us."
Wen Weichen came down from the second floor carrying a suitcase. Love is blind. For Jiang Xiyan, he did his best. Looking at the two old people, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He was so determined just to get them to talk about their relationship.
.
He walked up to Cheng Mengying and Wen Xiaozong, put in the gift box, and bowed deeply to the two old men. He would come back, and he would also bring Jiang Xiyan back with him. By then, he hoped to get his parents' support.
Recognition.
Without saying anything, he picked up the suitcase and walked out of the villa.
In a wealthy apartment in the UK, Wen Weichen did not say hello to Yang Bojun and Jiang Xiyan before arriving. He could survive very well in the UK. He had his own independent kingdom here. When he was studying abroad, he got involved in business. This
The apartment was also bought at that time. Unexpectedly, strategizing gave him a new life.
She took out the spare key and opened the door. At this time, Yang Bojun was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and Jiang Xiyan was sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons. She was not used to it here at all. She had only known a few words in English, so
She rarely goes out, and if she has something to do, she lets her bodyguard handle it.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jiang Xiyan stood up from the leather sofa and looked out the door. No one would disturb their meal at this time, and several bodyguards took turns to stick to their posts, not to mention letting anyone in.
Seeing Wen Weichen, Jiang Xiyan put down the half-eaten apple and happily ran to welcome Wen Weichen's arrival: "Uncle Yang, Weichen is here, come out soon."
Wen Weichen hurriedly stepped forward to hold Jiang Xiyan and prevent her from running away. Because she was relatively thin, her belly had not shown yet, and she thought that she had read in a pre-pregnancy education book that the fetus is the most delicate in the first three months.
: "Little ancestor, please be careful. You are almost becoming my mother's son, and you are still so careless."
Jiang Xiyan smiled. When she heard Wen Weichen's reproach, she actually felt like she was being cared for by her relatives. It had been a month since she came here and she hadn't called her father or brother yet. Now she could meet a familiar person.
He was very happy: "I'm just happy to see you here. Okay, master is cooking, come in quickly."
Yang Bojun wiped his hands clean and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing Wen Weichen and Jiang Xiyan walking into the living room together, a smile appeared on his face. He stepped forward and took the gift box, just like a father seeing his son who has returned from a long absence.
Too many words, but that kind of heartfelt concern will infect everyone.
Wen Weichen disappointed Yang Boxun. At the end of the cooking competition, Yang Boxun considered the matter between him and Jiang Xiyan and wanted to persuade him to stay with his parents and not think about the love between children for the time being. Besides, he missed a relationship.
You can still look for it, but if you miss the family relationship with your parents, you will regret it: "Master, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Yang Bojun did not blame him. He put the suitcase next to the sofa and said with a smile: "You have your own ideas and need space to grow. Now you have done very well. Although you have experienced many things, at least you are mature.
, and also have a sense of responsibility.”
Wen Weichen helped Jiang Xiyan sit back on the sofa, stood up and helped Yang Bojun to another sofa. He was already a real man, so he will be responsible for everything between the two of them from now on: "You guys rest
, Today I’m going to Lulu’s Craftsmanship. Master, you can’t compete with me. You haven’t tasted my food for a long time. Let’s see if I’ve regressed.”
Yang Bojun no longer insisted and walked into the kitchen with Wen Weichen. Within three feet, their world was theirs. Standing aside and watching Wen Weichen work skillfully, he felt nothing but pleasure. A young master could withstand the blows of life.
, can also withstand the test of life, and now Wen Weichen can stand alone.
The three of them sat at the dining table and tasted Wen Weichen's cooking. Jiang Xiyan had recently been taken care of by Yang Bojun, and her morning sickness was no longer severe. She stuffed the dishes on the table into her mouth one by one, and she did not forget to praise a few words:
"Weichen...your...skills have improved again..."
Wen Weichen wiped away the residue from Jiang Xiyan's mouth with a tissue, and his face was full of doting care: "Let's talk after you finish eating. You are just a kid who won't grow up. You just eat a meal and it falls on your body."
Yang Boxun felt sorry for Wen Weichen. Even though he knew Jiang Xiyan didn't love her, he still loved her without hesitation. As he thought about it, his eyes couldn't help but get wet. He got up and walked into the kitchen to wipe his eyes by looking at the porridge on the stove.
Jiang Xiyan slowly chewed the food in her mouth. She felt that agreeing to come to England with Wen Weichen was a mistake. She gave him a hope, but the end result was still disappointing. She glanced at Yang Bojun's back in the kitchen and took the hand from Wen Weichen.
The paper towel came over: "You can eat it too, don't be so nice to me, I will feel uneasy."