Sometimes she really doubted whether Beichen Xiao was his biological son, and why he and Beichen Zhehan were both his children, so their treatment was so different.
I heard from old employees of the company that when Beichentang handed over ec to Beichen Xiao, ec was just a very inconspicuous small company that had not yet been listed on the market, with assets of only tens of millions. However, under Beichen Xiao's several years of management,
, ec has suddenly become a famous large enterprise in the country. Although it is not as good as the Beichen Consortium of the Beichen family, its commercial status cannot be underestimated.
Beichenxiao was an outstanding businessman, but he was not appreciated for his excellence. Beichentang gave all his favor and status to his eldest son, but he only barely got a share of the pie.
Wen Tong picked up the rose on the table. After a day, the edges of the petals had turned black.
Which flower is this?
She couldn't bear to throw away each one, and carefully put them in the box behind her to dry and save them to be made into rose pillows in the future.
Wen Tong looked out the window, night had begun to fall.
She took out her phone and finally couldn't help but send him a text message.
"Are you ok?"
After a while, his call came, "Are you still at the company?"
"Some things are unfinished."
She didn't say she was waiting for him in case he wanted to be ugly again.
"I will pick you up."
"No, I have to pick up my son. He has an art class at school today."
"Well."
"You...is there anything going on at your house?" she asked cautiously.
I really don't want to cause him any trouble.
"It's okay, I was scolded by the old man."
He talked about it in an understatement, saying nothing about the slap on his face or about Tintin.
"Your father didn't force you, right?"
How could Beichentang allow his son to date an ordinary civilian girl? Although the four major families are not as strict as the royal family in terms of marriage, they also pay attention to being well-matched.
"I will take care of these things. All you have to do is wait peacefully, you know?" His voice seemed to be magnetic, absorbing all her uneasiness.
Yes, she wanted to believe him, so she didn't have to think about anything.
"Aren't you going to pick up Ding Ding? Are you still not leaving?"
"Let's go now."
Wen Tong hung up the phone and simply tidied up.
After leaving the ec building, a group of reporters heard the news. Widowmaker drove a black car and parked at the foot of the steps. She quickly opened the door and got in.
As soon as her car started to drive, three or four more followed closely behind her.
This situation seems to be a trip by a gangster lady, leaving Wen Tong helpless and helpless. Who makes her surrounded by crises now.
"Miss Wen, where are we going now?" Widowmaker's emotionless voice came.
Wen Tong felt that she was very similar to Cang Yue. She had a coldness about her that kept strangers away from her, but she was willing to put her life on the line and do whatever it took to deal with their mission.
"go to school."
Ding Ding's get out of class is about to end, so he's afraid he'll be impatient.
When I saw Ding Ding, the little guy was still holding the painting he had just finished, carrying a big schoolbag and walking handsomely among a group of little girls. He has such good luck with women. I wonder if he inherited it from his father.
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"Mom." Seeing Wen Tong from a distance, Ding Ding immediately ran over happily and jumped into Wen Tong's arms with the envy of others.
"Ding Ding, your mother is so beautiful."
"Ding Ding, your mother is so young."
Most of the parents of children of this age are already over 10 years old, but Wen Tong is only twenty-three years old, so in comparison, she looks particularly different.
In fact, she is more like Tintin's sister.
When Ding Ding heard other people's praises for his mother, his little mouth was so happy that he could hardly close his mouth. He hugged Wen Tong's neck and laughed non-stop. He looked so proud.
"Say goodbye to your classmates."
"Goodbye." Ding Ding waved to a group of little girls, and was carried away by Wen Tong under the envious eyes of the girls.
Wen Tong glanced casually and saw Cang Yue following not far away. He was still wearing a black hat, and his thin figure looked a little thin.
When they got home, Fang Lan had already prepared meals, which Wen Tong and Ding Ding loved to eat.
"I'm back." Fang Lan put the newly cooked winter melon soup on the table, took off her apron, and said with a smile: "The time is just right."
Wen Tong and others washed their hands, and Cang Yue sat next to Wen Tong. Ever since Wen Tong forced them to eat together last time, Cang Yue had almost every dinner here.
His transformation from being nervous and nervous at the beginning to being calm and calm now is quite a change.
"Uncle Cang Yue, eat this." Ding Ding put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into Cang Yue's bowl, "You are too thin, you need to eat more meat."
Fang Lan smiled and touched his furry head, "If you are thin, you have to eat meat. What about being fat?"
Ding Ding frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head and looked at her puzzled, "Grandma, what should I eat?"
Wen Tong said on the side: "Take diet pills."
Fang Lan was happy, "Well, listen to your mommy."
A few people chatted casually while eating, and the atmosphere was warm and lively.
Cang Yue secretly glanced at Wen Tong. She was using chopsticks to dig out the conch meat from the shell. After trying for a long time, she couldn't figure it out, and her expression became a little annoyed.
Cang Yue reached out and took the conch over, then skillfully took out the meat inside and put it into her bowl.
"That's amazing." Wen Tong picked up a complete conch, her eyes shining with admiration.
Is this called awesome? It’s just getting conches. She’s too stupid.
Cang Yue lowered her head and continued eating, with the corners of her lips slightly raised unconsciously.
"Mom, this is what I drew today." Ding Ding hurriedly ran to Wen Tong as soon as he put down his chopsticks.
On the drawing paper is a family portrait of a family of three. It was drawn with crayons. The painter is not very skilled and has a childlike immaturity, but the characteristics and details of each person are well grasped, such as the bracelet on Wen Tong's wrist and Beichen Xiao's.
He drew detailed pictures of all the watches.
"Ding Ding is awesome." Wen Tong did not hesitate in her praise.
"It's really great." Fang Lan also praised at the same time, but when she saw the man in the painting, her eyes couldn't help but reveal a bit of sadness.
Ding Ding smiled so hard that her face turned red. She lay on Wen Tong's knees and raised her watery eyes, "Mom, can you help me give it to dad?"
"Okay, of course, I will definitely bring it to him."
"Thank you, mom." Ding Ding stood up on tiptoes and kissed Wen Tong on the cheek.
Wen Tong carefully placed the painting on the table in the bedroom, pressed the corner with a water glass, and looked at the harmonious family of three in the painting, and she smiled sincerely.