Chapter 6: Queue to worship tea

"I am an elder, of course I won't bother with the children."

Wen Qiye's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was doubting his ears.

What is the overly vain girl in front of me talking about?

Is she an elder?

Then who is the child?

Wen Qiye closed his eyes, feeling complicated and a little irritable.

It seems that this little girl has the most problematic mind. She really treats herself as her aunt.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that surged in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, just forget it if you want to make trouble yourself, I won't follow you."

The implication is that he will not admit warm wine, nor will he call her aunt.

Mr. Wen naturally understood the meaning of this eldest grandson, and his old face instantly crawled into anger: "Wen Qiye, you are too presumptuous!"

Bad boy, if he makes Xiao Dimple unhappy, he will definitely kill him!

"Grandpa, it's not that I'm presumptuous, it's that you're too willful." Wen Qiye looked sideways at the long dragon lined up at the door to prepare for the identification of his compatriots.

Mr. Wen also glanced at him and ordered Butler Li: "Tell them that they have found someone, and in addition, each person will give 10,000 yuan as compensation."

Butler Li responded to "Yes" and went to work hard.

Wen Qiye's eyebrows were tightly closed, and his eyes fell on Wen Jiu. No, to be precise, it fell on the hand held by Mr. Wen.

He said in a deep voice: "Give you 500,000, stay away from my grandfather."

In any case, he would not agree to his grandfather accepting the little girl in front of him as his sister.

It's simply ridiculous!

Mr. Wen: “………”

He is really going to be angry to death by this brat!

Wenjiu raised her eyebrows.

It seems that this nephew doesn't welcome him.

Mr. Wen didn't have time to scold Wen Qiye. He was afraid that Wen would be unhappy when he would drink, so he would leave for another thirty-seven years. After all, this girl's temper would be ignited at all.

"Little dimples, don't be angry, my brother will kill him in a while..."

But Wen Jiu's reaction this time surprised Mr. Wen.

Wen Jiu put his tongue on his cheeks, closed his eyebrows and smiled, "Brother, it is normal for children to say the wrong things and do the wrong things. Don't just say it's slaughtered them at any time, as it will scare them."

If others said this, Wenjiu would not have tolerated it.

But the person in front of her was her nephew. As an elder, she naturally had to be more tolerant and generous and not care too much.

After all, elders should look like elders.

When Wen Jiu thought of this, his eyes fell on Wen Qiye's face and showed a smile that he thought was kind: "Your grandpa is joking, don't be afraid."

Wen Qiye: “………”

He stood on the blue brick slab, and there was obviously no wind around him, but he felt a little messy.

All are crazy.

Wen Qiye raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and said restraintly: "Anyway, I will not admit that you are my grandfather's sister. You'd better die this."

Leaving this sentence, he turned around and left.

"Wen Qiye, you little bastard, come back and admit your mistake with your aunt!" Old Master Wen was furious behind him.

Wen Jiu's expression was faint, and her voice felt a little more soothing: "Brother, being angry is not good for your health."

Mr. Wen suddenly stopped annoyed, sighed and said with emotion: "Little dimples, you have grown up."

"It's okay." Wen Jiu shrugged and asked again: "How many such nephews do I have?"

Mr. Wen smiled and said, "How many! Wait for me to arrange it and let them line up to offer tea to your aunt."

"Okay." Wenjiu raised her eyebrows.

I'm afraid it's not a tea tribute, but a warning.
Chapter completed!