"Huh!" Wen Zeyu snorted coldly, looking at this father with only blood ties and no family ties with disdain, "You will always be like this, don't you know how to examine yourself other than mocking me?"
"you--"
Wen Jiaqiang was slightly angry, glanced at Wen Peiyu, and said calmly, "You can come into my office. Peiyu, you can go and work on the contract I gave you."
Wen Peiyu looked at the two men in surprise, feeling that they were a bit weird, but she couldn't ask further questions, so she could only say with a smile: "Okay, Dad, I'm going to do my work. I'll go home with you today."
I'll say hello when I get home. Maybe he's a distant relative. Wen Zeyu looks a little familiar.
Unexpectedly, Wen Jiaqiang, who usually asked his daughter to go home with him, said: "Peiyu, you go home first, I have something to do today and will be late."
Wen Peiyu was slightly stunned, sighed, and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
Wen Jiaqiang's abnormality aroused Wen Peiyu's curiosity even more.
Since her mother's death, there have been fewer interactions with relatives. Her father, who was born as an orphan, has no relatives.
Wen Peiyu shook her head, shook off her suspicions and walked into the elevator.
After closing the door, Wen Jiaqiang looked at Wen Zeyu's disheveled clothes with disgust. He wanted to ridicule him, but when he saw a large amount of blood on his chest, he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you? Have you been beaten? Who dares to beat you?"
His face was full of care and concern, and his sharp eyes flashed softly like an eagle.
This is his only son, whom he loves deeply and hates deeply.
Alas, the man is old, but he still regards him as a stranger.
Wen Jiaqiang's heart was filled with sorrow and he couldn't help but think of Wen Zeyu's mother, Feng Qingrou.
It was he who failed Qingrou. For the sake of his future, he abandoned their mother and son and married Peiyu's mother.
"You don't need to care!"
Wen Zeyu said coldly, but when he thought of his purpose, he softened his expression and said to Wen Jiaqiang in a transactional tone:
"If I agree to come to your company, what will you do to me?"
"What?" Wen Jiaqiang was overjoyed and strongly demanded and even forced his son to join his company. He dismissed him, despised him, resented him, and even cursed him.
"I've figured it out and I want to inherit your career."
"Really?"
Wen Jiaqiang came over excitedly and held Wen Zeyu's arms.
"Really, I only have one goal, which is to climb into your office and sit in your position."
Wen Zeyu sneered sinisterly. He was now making a deal with his biological father. Only by getting everything from the Wen family could he be able to attack Yu Guanqun and take revenge on that bitch Lan Cun'er.
Wen Jiaqiang's slightly wrinkled face sank, and he stared carefully, studying Wen Zeyu's face. A bad premonition came to his sophisticated mind, and he thought to himself, what happened to Zeyu? Now he is eager for quick success, arrogant, and even huge.
The resentment. This is very much like himself when he was young.
Hey, he must not be like him and let down others and hurt himself! A marriage without love is like drinking fresh water, tasteless and extremely painful.
However, since he is willing to come back, there is no reason for him to refuse, and it is too late to rejoice.
Thirty years have passed, and although his son has taken his last name, he has never acquiesced in his heart as his biological father. He is old and has no time to spend with him.
"Well, as long as you work hard, you will definitely have such a day. However, I will arrange for you to be the business manager first and familiarize yourself with the company's environment and business overview, otherwise you will not be able to take over for a while."
Wen Jiaqiang pointed to the sofa and sat down first. Wen Zeyu stared at him coldly and also sat down.
"Tell me how you got this injury?"
"I accidentally fell down, so I remembered you. If I had a sports car, I wouldn't have walked. So, I finally understand the charm of money. Like you, I want women to have women, and I want villas to have villas.
, If you want a car, it would be great if you have a car.”
It seems, it seems, Wen Jiaqiang sighed and said slightly: "Zeyu, you are too competitive. You have always been arrogant and gave up everything I can give you for the sake of self-esteem. Hey, it's good that you can figure it out. I'm old.
I really can only count on you."
"What about Miss Wen?"
Wen Zeyu asked sarcastically, thinking to himself, am I doing it for self-esteem? I owe everything to you, and it is you who make me feel inferior and pitiful!
----------Kind tips----------
Time flies so fast. One month has passed. Huahua's "Runaway Bride" will be on the modern romance new book list tomorrow. In order to prevent Qinqin from finding Huahua's book, I strongly recommend that Qinqin collect this book so that he can easily read it.
Found it in "My Collection"! Haha, if you don't have a registered account, hurry up and register for collection. Huahua's pen name is: Lonely Fireworks, don't forget it!
In addition, after updating a chapter, the votes have increased faster. It seems that Huahua can't be lazy anymore and needs to update early. Please vote more. If you know that the votes are rising, you will know that everyone is watching. Keep voting, Huahua.
I'll update early tomorrow if I don't want to be lazy. However, my back has been hurting for the past two days and I have a sad face...