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The two of them were playing Goji wholeheartedly. Chen Jianbing, who was holding Chen Shui, looked at his child with curiosity as he was fiddling with something. He couldn't help but want to get closer and let the child see more carefully.

But unexpectedly, just as I was together, I tripped up something. The chair behind me was also shaking backwards due to physical imbalance and placed it on the cabinet. Fortunately, there was nothing left. Chen Jianbing breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled at his wife who instantly grabbed her arm and said, "Isn't this okay? Don't worry."

However, before Chen Jianbing wanted to say anything, a sound of "Kazzi, Kazi" began to come from somewhere. Suddenly, the Chen family burst into cold sweats, especially Chen Shui's small palms tightly grabbed his father's collar, and the force was so strong that even his little fingers were a little white.

The voice of ‘Kazzi, Kazzi…’ still did not stop, but was getting closer and closer.

Chen Jianbing and his wife, who didn't know what they thought, suddenly looked at each other and looked at their heads quickly. There was only two sickles falling from the cabinet in their eyes. They hooked upside down, and there was no place to hide.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had just taken a chess piece, frowned, and the chess piece in his hand instantly hit the top of Chen Jianbing and his wife. In that second, the two people who had not yet reacted were kicked away by Xuanyuan Jimo.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who took the sickle casually, threw the thing out of the door, grabbed the palm gently, and the chess piece that had just struck the sickle was steadily taken into his hand.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had a great force, glanced at the couple who were lying on the ground with expressionless expression, sat back to the opposite side of Wenjiu. Looking at the obviously changed chessboard, Xuanyuan Jimo gently pointed the little head that was pretending to be very serious and bowed his head to study.

He smiled and said, "Ajiu, why do I think there is something different about this chessboard?"

"No, it's different!" Wen Jiu directly had a wooden face, her dark eyes just didn't look at the man, and said, "I just think it's exactly the same."

"Is that true?" Xuanyuan Jimo laughed softly and dropped the chess piece in his hand.

Sure enough, the little guy's eyes lit up again. His white and tender little hands didn't even see the chess piece they were holding clearly. He directly grabbed his black piece he had just eaten and fell down. Sure enough, when the warm wine that Xuanyuan Jimo had just been about to collect the rice, his hands were moved, and his white and tender little face suddenly turned red.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who laughed out loud, pinched the little guy's red face through the chessboard and said, "Ajiu, don't you want me to lose too ugly? Give me a chance?"

"No!" Wen Jiu, who had a wooden face, retorted with awkward expression: "I want to give it to myself."

"Hmm." Xuanyuan Jimo, who snorted lightly, hurriedly put the chess pieces and the chessboard and said with a smile: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Don't you go home?" Wen Jiu, who stood up, looked at Xuanyuan Jimo with a little confusion and emphasized: "We have been out for two days!"

"No!" Before Xuanyuan Jimo could reply, the little Chen Shui came out of Chen Jianbing's arms and stood firmly in front of Wen Jiu and said, "You promised me, I have written an IOU for you."

"Yes." Wen Jiu nodded to show his knowledge, raised his chin and looked at Chen Jianbing and his wife, "Can you see it?"

Chen Shui, who looked at Wen Jiu, was slightly stunned, then with a 'wow' sound, opened his mouth wide and reached out to Chen Jianbing and the others to hug him. While crying, he choked with his nose bubbles and said, "Woooo, parents are fine, it's okay, wuwu... It's scary to death. The baby is so scared, so scared..."

Seeing the family of three hugging each other like a disaster, the doubt in Wen Jiu's eyes quietly slipped through their eyes. They didn't seem to believe in their own eyes, but it was nothing. Twenty million was also money, although it was money ten years later.

Wen Jiu, who had a proud look on his face, pulled Xuanyuan Jimo out without waiting for the three of them to react.

Butler Xuanyuan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, respectfully saluted to the two: "Class leader, madam!"

"Yes." Xuanyuan Jimo nodded gently.

As soon as I got into the car, I saw that the man beside me was really busy. Looking at the stacks of documents from the Xuanyuan Butler in front of me, many people said that the genius was a genius, but now Jimo's level should be more than ten lines.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was still watching the various texts on his hand seriously, suddenly felt a sank on his shoulders. His hand, who was flipping through the documents, paused, and handed the other documents on his hand to the butler. He reached out and held the person in his arms, let Wen Jiu's head rest on his neck before he began to look at the documents again.

Suddenly, a document with the clan's mark attracted Xuanyuan Jimo's attention. He frowned slightly. When he opened it, he found that it was indeed a long and large-scale "urgent" document. Xuanyuan Jimo, who was rubbing Wen Jiu's ear, directly covered the document.

"Go and give a few women to the second elder, well, just follow the person written on it." Then he handed the document to the butler.

"Okay, patriarch." After the housekeeper Xuanyuan smiled and took the document, he looked at the wife who was carefully protected by the patriarch and said, "I'll ask you, when should I prepare for the engagement banquet?"

"Entertainment banquet?" Xuanyuan Jimo's eyes lit up, he closed the documents he was looking at and looked up at the butler and said, "China has the custom of choosing a life, and I hope there will be a good day this month."

"Yes, patriarch." The housekeeper smiled knowingly, silently adjusted the invitation and the engagement venue to the top of his heart's agenda, and silently marked these two things in his heart.

The Xuanyuan family can’t wait anymore, and as a good housekeeper, of course, the master’s good things must be taken care of. This is the deepest experience of the Xuanyuan butler who unconsciously caught a glimpse of the love manual compiled by the Bai family for the patriarch.

Otherwise, in the manual, for a hundred and eighty years, the head of the company would never have thought of destined to decide on someone else, and could also tie it up with engagement.

"Yes." Xuanyuan Jimo was much more happy now. Even reading the trivial matters and documents on weekdays, he didn't feel so cold.

"However," looking at the happy appearance of the clan leader, the housekeeper shrank his neck and continued to remind: "Class leader, Wen Qitian needs you to go there in person."

"Yes." After reading the last document, Xuanyuan Jimo handed the thing to the housekeeper and said, "Let's just go tomorrow, and let the time for tomorrow be free. If it doesn't come out, I'll inform the restless old people in the clan."

"Yes, the patriarch." The housekeeper smiled and responded. Of course, he also believed that if those people knew that the patriarch was going to find the mistress for them, well, then it would be very happy to share some things for the patriarch.

The butler who turned his head turned over the computer and mobile phone, followed a series of miscellaneous books such as the Chinese lunar calendar, the world's Gregorian calendar, as well as the Chinese Feng Shui, Chinese math, etc. One hour later, the Xuanyuan Butler who had just stepped down from the high place turned off the computer and mobile phone.

He turned his head respectfully and said, "Class leader, this twelfth day is a good day, so it is better to marry."

"Then let's settle for the twelfth month." Xuanyuan Jimo closed his mouth and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yes." The housekeeper turned around with a smile.

Wen Jiu, who had just wanted to take a nap for a while, didn't expect that he would sleep so sweetly. Until the man brought him home and felt the ghostly warm wine, he opened his eyes and called out to Wen Nuo, who was floating on his head with a wooden face: "What are you doing on it? Walk well."

The butler Xuanyuan, who was following behind, suddenly paused, and then thought of the pots and pans that often floated around in the kitchen in the villa, and continued to follow the patriarch with a strict smile. It was no big deal. Anyway,... I didn't live here.

Wen Nuo, who was studying the sleeping phase of Wenjiu, looked at the dark eyes that opened suddenly, and was so scared that her body was shocked. She accidentally fell off the ceiling and appeared seriously in front of Butler Xuanyuan, and said hello: "That, I didn't mean it..."

After saying that, Wen Nuo was about to slip away, but she didn't want to be pulled by Wen Jiu, who was quick-witted and quickly, and said, "Popularity? Have you been out?"

"No, no." Wen Nuo, who shook his head quickly turned around and tried to say innocently: "It's my uncle who came to find you, it's my uncle..."

"Uncle?" Wen Jiu frowned, let go of Wen Nuo's collar, stretched out his hand and focused on his fingers, and his eyes darkened: "Jimo, something happened to my uncle, I'm going to find him."

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Looking at the faint blue-black in the little guy's eyes, Xuanyuan Jimo frowned, turned around and walked towards the gate with Wen Jiu. While walking, he grabbed Wen Jiu's hand that was still preparing to be nothing and said, "The housekeeper knows where my uncle is."

Looking at the worry in the man's eyes, Wen Jiu held the words "It's okay" into her mouth, and just bent her eyes and smiled and said to the butler: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, ma'am." The housekeeper sideways and asks the two of them to go out first, respectfully opening the car door for them, without calling the driver, he sat in the driver's seat.

Wen He's residence is not far from here, because the school where Wen He University was studying at that time belonged to the new campus and was also in the suburbs, just over ten minutes away from here.

But looking at the anxiousness that was hard to hide in the eyes of the wife, as an excellent housekeeper, his subordinates took the initiative to speed up the pace. Then the housekeeper also looked at the car left behind by himself and sighed: "It turns out that I also have the potential of a racer."

Wenjiu, who got out of the car, looked at the commercial housing in front of her and frowned slightly and asked, "What floor?"

"Eighth Floor, Madam." The housekeeper respectfully stood behind him and bent over and replied.

Looking at the crowded elevator, Wen Jiu pulled Xuanyuan Jimo without thinking and walked quickly towards the stairs beside him. The two looked at each other, and suddenly there were only the desolate butler and the afterimages of the two of them left in the corridor.

The butler who raised his eyebrows in an extremely inelegant manner quietly turned back to the car. He was just a butler, without force...

Going to the eighth floor in one breath was not considered a lot of exercise for Wen Jiu and Xuanyuan Jimo. Ignoring Xuanyuan Jimo's slightly surprised gaze, Wen Jiu stretched out his foot and kicked it on the door without thinking.

"Uncle!" Wen Jiu's pupils shrank slightly, looking at Wen He who was lying under the washbasin, Wen Jiu's heart jumped suddenly, and he pursed his lips and was about to resist Wen He on his shoulders, but he didn't expect that the other person was faster than hers.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who lifted Wen He with one hand, did not wait for the warm wine to refute, strode forward and put the person lightly on the sand, and opened the small communicator at the collar and said, "Huran."

"Yes, the head of the family." Huo Ran, who was holding Ziya, was froze in his hand and said, "I am in the capital of Huaxia." He put down Xiangyun and turned on the computer, and directly checked the location of Xuanyuan Jimo.

"In ten minutes," Xuanyuan Jimo looked at Wen He's slightly pale face and said, "Come here with a nutrient."

"No problem." Huo Ran took the computer in one hand, put the nutrients into his medical box, turned around and opened the door lock, and suddenly became stunned. Then he turned his head and grabbed the ball of things without thinking, and quickly left his temporary residence in China.

Wen Jiu, who had been barely facing, was relieved when listening to Xuanyuan Jimo's arrangement. He looked at him calmly in a wrinkled suit, his head was scattered randomly on his forehead, and his stubble covered his chin with a blue and white face. In addition, Wen He's facial features were already deep. After more than ten days, his eyes and cheeks were slightly sunken. He really couldn't get much better with the homeless man under the overpass.

I remembered the calm and elegant Wen He, the man who obviously didn't like him very much but was unwilling to let him be bullied. He had already been stuck, but he was still parked the car and stared at him by the road. Wen Jiu smiled suddenly.

Abi's shape changed with the main body, and at some point it had turned into a dagger and was tightly held in Wen Jiu's hand. Wen Jiu, who had his lips curled, walked towards the room with the smell of another person without saying a word.

Looking at Wen Jiu who was already ruthlessly lingering in his body, Xuanyuan Jimo frowned slightly, then reached out to touch Wen He's neck with a rare hand, raised his hand and pressed several acupoints on Wen He's head and then walked towards Wen Jiu after confirming that there was nothing to do.

Wen Jiu, who pushed open the door, smiled unchanged on his face. He glanced at Xing Le faintly, then looked at the dazzling pool of blood stains on the wooden table beside the bed. After closing his eyes, he murmured softly: "Since you don't want to wake up, then don't wake up forever."

The closer the Wenjiu who was walking forward, the more angry the man was, the more he looked at Abi's Wenjiu in his hand, and smiled softly. The soul-swallowing God's rebuke she hadn't taken her warm wine in her eyes.

Wen He, who was sleeping, didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt a chaos in his head, and then he lost consciousness. It seemed that something had pressed on his hand, dispersing the thick fog. The heavy head was heavy, and Wen He reached out and pressed his forehead, touched the glasses in his pocket, and looked at the things in front of him suddenly. Wen He brows condensed, when did the door open?

Then the whole person suddenly bounced from the sand, and the dizziness suddenly made Wen He feel dizzy again. The disgust that surged in his heart forced Wen He to hammer his chest habitually, and waited until the scene in front of him finally stopped blurring.

Wen He looked at the figure in front of him suspiciously and shouted tentatively: "Xiaojiu?"

"Hmm? Uncle." Abi in his hand instantly turned into a jade bracelet. Wen Jiu suddenly turned around and looked at Wen He who woke up in surprise and said softly: "How are you?"

"Well, my uncle is very good." Wen He bent his eyes and nodded to Xuanyuan Jimo who was beside him with a rare good face. Then he smiled at Wen Jiu step by step and said, "Didn't Xiao Jiu go out for a trip? Why did he come back so soon?"

"Because something happened to my uncle." Wen Jiu's raised lips immediately scratched and looked at Wen He's blue-white face with a wooden face.

Wen He was taller than Wen Jiu, and it was easy to see the blood stains on the wooden table behind Wen Jiu's head through Wen Jiu's head. He couldn't help but clench his fists with some guilt and pressed his lips and coughed a few times, "How could something happen to my uncle? Don't think about it all over Xiao Jiu."

"Oh by the way, Xiaojiu. My uncle will go to the southern coast to start a tourism project in a few days. Uncle Zhan of the Wen family will also want to transfer it in the future." Wen He paused, and Wen He, who felt the coldness, looked at Xuanyuan Jimo and continued, "Do you want Xiaojiu to go with your uncle, or come to pick up Xiaojiu after his uncle settled the place?"

"Because of him?" Wen Jiu frowned and pointed at Xing Le who was motionless on the bed.

"Not all." Wen He paused, looked at the person on the bed casually and smiled: "The main reason is that my uncle and grandfather are old, and the fast-paced uncle in the capital has no energy to keep up." He used to work hard for this man to gain a foothold in the capital, Wen He was already casual in nature, and perhaps letting go is good for both of them.

"No!" A sudden voice full of energy but not decent voice sounded from the bed beside him. Xing Le, who had just opened his eyes, didn't care about him. Even Wenjiu didn't feel any murderous intention of him. She just stared at his little sun with a pair of turbid eyes. Seeing the man looking at him calmly, Xing Le suddenly felt panicked. He felt that he might have really slept for a long time, and his little sun was really going to leave him.

Pressing down the fishy sweetness that popped up in his throat, Xing Le, whose eyes were covered in blood, stared at Wen He fiercely and said again: "Wen He, I'm not sure!"

"Yeah." Wen He raised his eyes, and suddenly he found that his eyes were so stubborn that he began to get chaotic in his mind. Wen He, who bent his index finger and gently pressed his head against his head, said, "Since General Xing has woken up, I will notify Lawyer Xing to you now, yes, I..."

Before Wen He finished speaking, the dull pain and confusion from his head could not be suppressed. He fell straight to the ground like a puppet with a thread off.

"Wen He!" This was the last sound that Wen He heard before he was unconscious, exactly the same as the sound of blocking stray bullets for him on his back. His tightly pursed lips subconsciously raised them upwards.

Wen Jiu, who had been unconscious, kicked the man off the bed with one kick. Xuanyuan Jimo, behind him, quickly lifted the man, and put Wen He, who had become skinny and bones on the bed with one step.

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Wenwen wants to appeal here

Wenwen really can't make up for the missing chapter that day.

But the Wenwen tutor has done his homework

In order to make up for the little cuties, Wenwen planned to draw three little cuties to give a small gift. The twenty yuan thing is not very valuable, but Wenwen also bought one.

Hehe, if you are interested, you can pay attention to Wenwen's scarf.

Wenwen will check the information with you then~

Wenwen scarf: Evan

Please forgive Wenwen~
Chapter completed!