Wen Sheng looked at Yang Shu who died tragically with a ferocious expression.
He grabbed the doctor by the collar:
"How do you see people?!
Wasn't everything fine before?
Why did he die suddenly?!
Have you done anything?
Yes or no!"
He changed from his usual gentleness, and his whole person was on the verge of explosion.
The doctor was so frightened by him that he could not speak clearly.
"No, no, we didn't do anything!
Yes, it’s Ms. Yang who can’t figure it out herself, and it really has nothing to do with us!”
"fart!
This woman is the most selfish, how could she commit suicide by jumping off a building!!"
Pushing the doctor to the ground, he took two deep breaths: "Give me a look at the body. No one is allowed to touch this body before I come!"
After saying that, he quickly drove home.
Mr. Wen was having lunch, eating the lunch brought by the restaurant. The old man frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.
It's unpalatable, simply too unpalatable.
How could there be such unpalatable food in this world!
Just as he was about to have an attack, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside with a "bang" sound.
This sound hit the muzzle of the gun just right.
Mr. Wen slapped his chopsticks on the table with a "pop" sound, and stood up holding on to the table:
"I'm not dead yet, so you don't take me seriously anymore!"
Wen Sheng didn't expect that his father was eating, and his whole body suddenly trembled.
Half of his anger was extinguished in an instant, and he stood there and lowered his head:
"I'm sorry dad, I, I didn't know you were eating."
The old man snorted. When he saw Wen Sheng's appearance, he immediately understood what must have happened.
He glanced at the butler: "Pack all these away."
After giving the instructions, he looked at his useless son: "You, follow me to the study."
Wen Sheng nodded and hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man. The old man waved Wen Sheng away and slowly moved to the study room on crutches.
When the two of them entered the study, the old man rinsed his mouth first, then slowly sat back down in his seat, and then spoke unhurriedly:
"Tell me, what exactly made you panic like this."
Wen Sheng didn't know how to speak. His eyes were wandering but he didn't dare to look at Mr. Wen.
When Mr. Wen saw him like this, he had some vague suspicions in his heart, and his face darkened:
"What's the problem with Yang Shu?"
Wen Sheng nodded bravely.
Mr. Wen stopped talking, but his eyes were indescribably sharp.
After a few seconds, he said: "Dead?"
Although his tone was doubtful, Mr. Wen's tone was filled with certainty.
Wen Sheng pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head. He did not dare to look at his father's expression.
"I'm asking you a question!" Mr. Wen raised his voice.
Wen Sheng had no choice but to nod his head: "Yes...but, it has nothing to do with me. I, I rushed over as soon as I received the call, but I didn't expect that it was still a step too late!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wen's crutch had already fallen on Wen Sheng:,
"waste!
I'll beat you to death!
Fortunately, I have no intention of leaving the Wen family to you, a coward who only keeps his head in the waistband of women's pants!
If our Wen family falls into your hands, it will be completely over!"
As he spoke, he waved his cane.
Wen Sheng was still timid at first, but after hearing that Mr. Wen had no intention of handing over the Wen family to him, his eyes changed instantly.
He grabbed Mr. Wen's crutch, his eyes bloodshot:
"Aren't you going to hand over the Wen family to me?"
he asked in disbelief.
Mr. Wen did not expect that his son would suddenly resist.
Before he could speak, Wen Sheng snatched the crutch from his hand:
“If you don’t plan to hand over the Wen family to me, who else are you going to hand over the Wen family to?
Wen Changan?
Yes, if you love him so much, you must be planning to hand over the Wen family to him.
what about me?
Who am I?
I am your son!
He is just your grandson!
Where did he come from without me!
Why do you give him what belongs to me?
Besides, he is just an ordinary person without spiritual roots!
You are actually willing to hand over the Wen family to an ordinary person who is not willing to hand it over to me!
Am I your biological son?"
At this moment, Wen Sheng could no longer suppress the impulse and irritability in his bones.
He has always been gentle and humble in these years. Although he is not very outstanding in front of outsiders, he has never brought shame to the Wen family.
But why, why didn't the old man pass on the Wen family to him!
He grabbed the old man's collar tightly and just wanted a reasonable explanation.
Mr. Wen looked at his son who was questioning him, his face twisted, and his breathing was a little unsteady:
“The Wen family is still mine, and I can pass on the location of my home to whomever I want!
You are just my son and you have no right to interfere in my affairs!"
As he said this, he wanted to push Wen Sheng away.
But he forgot.
He is just an old man now, an old man who has run out of fuel, while his son is still a middle-aged man.
He struggled twice but failed to break away, but he completely angered Wen Sheng.
Wen Sheng sneered and picked up the vase next to him:
“You can pass it on to whoever you want?
Haha, old man, are you overestimating your abilities?
The Wen family can only be mine!
No one can take it away from me!"
While speaking, the vase in his hand hit the other person's head hard!
It is true that a normal vase cannot kill a person, but if it is a vase mixed with spiritual power, it can easily kill a cow, let alone an old man.
There was severe pain in his forehead, and he could clearly feel that a warm liquid flowed from his forehead and slowly flowed along his old cheek...
He stared at Wen Sheng.
I never expected that my usually docile son would do something to me.
Or use such a deadly move!
Wen Sheng pushed Mr. Wen to the ground and said with a ferocious face:
"You brought this all on yourself!
If you had honestly passed on the position of the head of the family to me, would this scene have happened?
Don't worry, I won't let you go on the road alone!
Don’t you like your useless grandson the most?
I will let him be buried with you.
You two can be companions on your journey to hell."
"Beast...beast!" The old man looked at Wen Sheng with a ferocious face.
Wen Sheng did not deny it: "Yes, I am a beast, you are an old beast, and Wen Changan is a little beast, hahahaha!"
As he spoke, he took out the handkerchief he carried with him and dealt with the crime scene openly and honestly.
He waited until the old man died completely before exiting the study.
He calmed down the expression on his face and knocked on Wen Changan's door.
After a while, Wen Changan came out of the room with a chicken coop on his head. He looked at his good-for-nothing father impatiently: "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly, don't delay my sleep."
"Your grandpa asked you to go to the study, now."
Wen Changan clicked his tongue impatiently, and then walked towards the old man's study.
Wen Sheng took the opportunity to enter Wen Sheng's room.
In less than half a minute, Wen Changan's scream came from the study.
Wen Sheng quickly came out of Wen Changan's room and walked calmly towards the study, holding the piece of jade that symbolized the position of the head of the family.
After seeing the housekeeper, he quickly showed an anxious expression and asked, "What happened?"
The housekeeper also looked confused.
Wait until the two of them opened the study door.
Wen Changan was seen holding half a vase in his hand, standing there blankly, while the old man was lying on the ground.
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then muttered to himself: "Kill, kill someone."
After saying this, he seemed to have found his voice and shouted loudly: "He killed someone! Young Master, Young Master killed someone!"