Wei Wenjun was also full of complicated emotions at the moment. He could only look at Li Xiaoya and asked: "How can I thank you?"
"Kiss me." Li Xiaoya said.
Of course that’s no problem!
Wei Wenjun is so happy!
It's just that a grown man has never done anything sexy before, but this is the little duck's invitation...
Wei Wenjun pushed the wheelchair forward and kissed Li Xiaoya on the cheek.
Wei Wenqing was also very happy and quickly bent down to kiss Li Xiaoya's other cheek.
Li Xiaoya said: "Okay, grandpa, why don't you give uncle a kiss too."
Wei Xuanming tightened his grip on the armrests of the chair and widened his eyes: "You, you are really..."
"Shouldn't adults set an example?" Li Xiaoya asked him, tilting his head.
Wei Wenjun actually had a hard time imagining their strict and authoritarian father kissing them, hiss...
"Little duck, stop talking." Wei Wenjun winked at his younger brother and motioned for him to take the little duck away.
"Your uncles are quite old. What does it look like to kiss them?"
Li Xiaoya hugged Wei Wenjun's neck, turned around and kissed him, saying, "Why not? That's it, it's easy."
Wei Wenjun was so happy that his soul flew away.
Wei Wenqing watched helplessly from the side. Is it because he was not in a wheelchair and was not short enough for a duckling to hug him and kiss him?
Wei Xuanming said in a deep voice: "Grandpa is getting older..."
"Oh, the older you get, the harder it is to bend down?" Li Xiaoya asked.
"yes."
"What about me supporting grandpa?"
Wei Xuanming met her clear eyes and was speechless.
He raised his hand, touched her head, and pinched her face.
soft.
When Wei Wenjun and the others were just born, he pinched their faces like this, and when he lowered his head to kiss them, they would cry because of his prickly stubble.
Those tender details that had been blurred in the long river of memory have never disappeared, and they all clearly resurfaced in my mind at this moment.
Wei Xuanming waved to Wei Wenjun.
Wei Wenjun frowned and leaned over, and then his father pinched his face.
"Okay, let's just treat it as a kiss." After Wei Xuanming finished speaking, he stood up and pinched Wei Wenqing's face again, then walked away without looking back on his crutch.
Leaving the others stunned.
No one would find this scene ridiculous.
Wei Lin's heart felt more like it was about to burst out of his chest... Not good! Very bad! The old man was completely softened by the sugar-coated bullets!
Wei Wenqing's cell phone made a sound: "Why is father gone? He won't be angry with Xiaoya, right?"
It was Li Xiaoya who answered, "Grandpa must be shy. Bye uncle, I'm going to rest too."
Wei Wenjun said "Okay" and was still a little dazed on the way back. Turning to look at Wei Wenqing, his brother was not much better, and his expression was a little dull.
Wei Xuanming is not a person who encourages his son.
After finishing something, the first thing I heard was that he said some details were not done well.
The daily turnover is five million, which the little duck thinks is a lot, and hopes that they will report the good news to their father. But in my father's eyes, it's nothing...
It was about to reach a deadlock again, but the little duck turned the tide...
Wei Wenjun couldn't help but lower his head and laugh as he thought about it. His eyes were filled with tears as he smiled.
Such a good little duck.
The uncle was willing to go through life and death for her.
The atmosphere here in the Wei family is very good.
At this moment, on the other side of the ocean.
Company information is public on the Internet and can be found by entering the company name or business license number.
In the shareholder information of Dream Game, next to Wei Wenjun is the word Li Xiaoya.
But Komneno only remembered Wei Wenjun's name... The words "Li Xiaoya" were still unfamiliar to him, so he brushed them off.
"You have to ask the man named Liu," Komneno said calmly.
"Besides... go and prepare the application materials for a Chinese visa for me." Komneno touched his chin and leaned back in his chair, "Why don't you just go there."
"Put away your guns and go to China. We must be civilized people."
*
Mr. Liu had been sick for three days in a row since he returned that day.
It's a real disease.
One is scared, the other is very angry...Money! It should all be his money!
He doesn't even want to go online now, and he doesn't want to answer the phone, for fear of hearing some good news about the dream game.
Mrs. Liu still had no idea what was going on. She sat in front of his bed and said angrily: "Liu Meng brought a new bag yesterday. Didn't you say that her husband was in a hurry to sell the company because it was about to die?" Shares?”
"Stop talking, I don't want to hear it!"
"Why are you so fierce?"
Seeing that the couple was about to quarrel, the nanny came over and said, "Sir, Madam, Mr. Sun is here to see you."
Mrs. Liu asked: "Who is this Mr. Sun?"
"It's a broker." Mr. Liu sat up immediately.
"Then what are you doing? Do you still want to see him? He's just a broker..."
"What do you know? The brokers in this circle help to connect people to the upper class circles." Mr. Liu coughed twice and hurried downstairs to meet people.
When Mr. Sun met, he was unambiguous and said with a smile: "Mr. Liu, your great luck has come!"
Mr. Liu muttered: "What is good luck and bad luck? Am I not unlucky enough?"
But Mr. Sun is well-known in the circle, so he should still be trustworthy.
So Mr. Liu raised a smile: "What's going on? Mr. Sun, please tell me in detail."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the big boss." Mr. Sun paused and deliberately let it slip, "The top boss."
Mr. Liu's heart moved.
Could it be that he really had great luck?
Just after such a bad luck, another village has a bright future?
"Why does the boss want to see me?" Mr. Liu was still a bit thoughtful and knew enough to ask.
Mr. Sun said: "I ask you something, and only you know. If you answer it well, if the boss lets you know something from his fingers, it will be enough for you to eat for the rest of your life."
These words immediately made Mr. Liu's blood boil, and he quickly changed his clothes and took his bodyguards to follow him.
What a coincidence.
The meeting place turned out to be at the Rongxi Restaurant again.
As soon as Mr. Liu stepped forward, his feet felt a little weak instinctively.
"What's wrong? Such a great thing and your face is still pale? Come on, don't make people wait impatiently." Mr. Sun joked and pushed him into the box.
The lights in the box were turned on, which was a bit dazzling. As soon as Mr. Liu entered, he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
But at this moment, someone had already spoken first and asked, "Do you know Wei Wenjun?"
"I, no, I don't know..."
"You didn't know? He bought the shares of your former company, didn't you know?"
"I, I know! You mean that cripple, right? I know! I only know his surname is Wei. What do you want to do with him?" Mr. Liu asked this. It was very simple. He decided what to do next based on the other person's attitude. How to exaggerate Wei Wenjun.
"I might as well tell you that our husband has some issues with him."
Have a holiday?
It’s nice to have a festival!
That would be great!
Mr. Liu immediately acted as if he had met Mr. Qingtian, wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "This guy just had dinner with us a few days ago, and he's right here!"
Then Mr. Liu heard a man ordering the people next to him in English: "Go and adjust the surveillance here."
Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment, wondering why this voice... sounded familiar?
But no.
How could he have listened to this big guy?
