Completely different from her usual appearance of being considerate and generous, or her enthusiastic and youthful appearance, at this time, the woman had a very strange smile on her face.
Just one glance can send chills all over your body.
"You brat, what do you want to do?!"
Mr. Wen's angry roar came from the other end of the phone, followed by a violent cough. It was obvious that Mr. Wen had learned about tonight's events and was very angry.
"Grandpa, it's so late, you should rest."
Wen Changxun glanced coldly at Wen Da beside him, and comforted him patiently.
At this time, Mr. Wen was looking at the TV screen, where Chen Ningxue looked embarrassed and uneasy alone after Wen Changxun hugged Yan Rou and left the scene. He really felt heartbroken.
Xuening is a really good kid, and it’s not like he didn’t notice it. But his sinful grandson is simply...
The old man frowned and said sternly: "Go and apologize to girl Xuening right now, otherwise you should never call me grandpa."
"Master, calm down, the eldest young master probably did not intend to abandon Miss Chen and leave..."
The old housekeeper picked up the mobile phone that fell on the ground. Seeing Mr. Wen's furious look, he worried that Mr. Wen's blood pressure would rise. He skillfully comforted Mr. Wen while whispering comfort.
"This brat will regret it sooner or later!"
Wen Changxun, who Mr. Wen said would regret it, looked helplessly at the phone that had been hung up, and clenched his fists irritably.
He turned around indifferently and looked at Wen Da beside him coldly, the rage in his eyes raging every inch, "Wen Da, one master and one servant, if you still can't understand this, you should leave me now."
Wen Da's eyes widened in astonishment. He had been with the eldest young master for many years, and the eldest young master had never let him leave. Wen Da raised his head tremblingly and saw that Wen Changxun's body was cold and completely without any trace of the Wen family's old-school scholarly charm.
posture.
For the first time, he understood that Wen Changxun was no longer the fledgling boy who was manipulated by Mr. Wen. He had his own thoughts and consciousness, and he longed to become a soaring eagle.
Maybe it won't be long before the name Wen can no longer restrain him.
Wen Da knew this, but he was unable to criticize right or wrong. He bowed down respectfully and said, "Young Master, Wen Da understands." His choice was made clear in one sentence.
Wen Changxun's stern eyes glanced over, as if he was doubting again and again. In the end, he didn't say anything and walked out of the hospital.
"Young Master, do our people need to deal with the bad comments about you?"
In the car, Wen Da handed the computer in his hand to Wen Changxun and asked in a low voice.
Seeing Chen Ningxue in the video being surrounded by people and reporters speaking rudely to her, Wen Changxun frowned and said, "Buy out all the newspapers where the reporter who spoke rudely to Chen Ningxue today is working. You should know how to do the rest."
Wen Changxun closed the computer suddenly and threw it on the seat aside. Chen Ningxue's helpless and confused eyes lingered in his mind.
Wen Da noticed that Wen Changxun's expression was different, hesitated for a moment, and asked slowly: "Young Master, do you need to deal with the news related to Miss Yan who looks similar to Miss Gu?"
Thinking of Yan Rou, Wen Changxun's eyes showed disgust, "No need." After saying that, he closed his eyes indifferently.
The reason why he chose to help Yan Rou today was indeed because Yan Rou's skin was similar to Gu Liangyan's, and because she sacrificed her life to save Gu Liangyan, Wen Changxun would lend a helping hand.