Sima Yan: "Warm wine?"

Bai Han, Mai Zhen, and Xing Le frowned at the same time: "Is it her?"

Sima Yan looked at Xing Le sternly when he heard the three of them murmuring in unison: "Do you know each other?"

"Yes." Xing Le nodded, and understood that General Sima could not ask the heads of the family, so he explained: "I was having something on New Year's vacation. I heard that Wang Kai said that it was the junior of the Wen family who saved me."

"Well, it's that warm wine." Bai Han took the computer and quickly positioned the current location of warm wine.

"Wen family? Wen Qitian's extremely beloved granddaughter? Isn't she called Zhao Jiu?" As a famous figure in the capital, Sima Yan of the Wen family certainly understood her clearly.

"I don't know." Xing Le shook his head and said, "She told Wang Kai that she was called Wenjiu."

"I found it, in Quanyuan, the owner of the Wen family." Bai Hanchao, whose eyes were removed from the computer, said suddenly to Mai Zhen.

"Let's go!" As he spoke, he suddenly began to clean up his own things.

Seeing that the three of them didn't take them seriously at all, Sima Yan was a little displeased and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid this is not appropriate. The identities of you are not suitable for staying in China for a long time!"

Hearing this, Huo Ran turned around and looked at Sima Yan, and his right hand habitually supported the frame of his own, and said with a smile: "General Sima, I think you should be considered smart. I don't think you are very willing to fall from your current position. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Xing Le stood in a blank expression and slightly blocked Sima Yan, holding his fists tightly at Huo Ran's sharp gaze hidden under the frame.

"Ha!" Seeing the old Sima's face flushed with fear or anger, he chuckled and said to his two brothers: "Let's go, the boss's body can't be dragged."

After saying that, he bent down and moved Xuanyuan Jimo's body to his back, and walked towards the door without looking sideways.

Seeing that a few people were about to leave their sight, Sima Yan's eyes darkened and he hurriedly said, "The Huo family's name is in China after all. For the sake of our country's security, I hope you can let General Xing follow you."

As soon as Sima Yan said this, not only Bai Han and the others were full of displeasure with the old man, but also Xing Le looked at Sima Yan with a little surprised.

"Don't think too much about the boss. That's right. Xing Le has some connection with the Wen family, and may sometimes use Xing Le. This is also a little apology from our Ministry of State Security for this mistake." Sima Yan pulled the dry hand with blue veins hard on the dragon head of the crutch, staring at the backs of the people in front of him with obscure eyes.

"I am worthy of being General Sima." Mai Zhen turned to Xing Le with a smile, "This is really a matter of slightest statement! Xing Le, right? A very young lieutenant colonel, the position of old Sima in the future may not be your end, so keep up!"

Looking at Mai Zhen who turned around after saying that, Xing Le frowned and followed. With the status of the Xing family, Xing Le did not need to act according to Sima Yan's expression. His respect before this was entirely because Sima Yan was the target and idol of all special forces.

But today this idol disappointed Xing Le. All the words were treacherous plots, not to mention that he became a pawn in these words, which made Xing Le very upset.

Looking at Xing Le who followed him without even calling him, Sima Yan's face was not very good. He stood there, staring at the base gate that had been closed long ago. Until his assistant came over and said something in his ear, he hummed heavily and turned around and left.

Until Laishun opened his wings back to the main house, and looked at Wen He with a soft look, he took the first step to bring the wine lady into the door. Laishun's beer belly, which had been raised in recent years, trembled slightly. He looked at the watch on his wrist, and sighed secretly: "Good guy, it's just seven o'clock. The young master didn't work overtime until nine o'clock one day. Sure enough, the relationship between rich families is indeed complicated."

My heart suddenly felt a thrill when I was thinking about eating warm wine, and my dark pupils shrank slightly, something happened!

"Xiaojiu," Wen He, who had just reached the height of his chest, lowered his head slightly and over-minded Wen He lowered his voice even more: "Grandpa doesn't blame you for that matter, don't worry."

Wen Jiu, who was counting, didn't pay attention to what Wen He said. He followed the words randomly and nodded in the door.

The main house had enough heating. Wen He took off his lifeless suit and handed it to the aunt beside him and said, "Aunt Hong, how long will the Lantern Festival be?"

Aunt Hong, who took the clothes, looked at Wenjiu with a smile in her eyes, then took the clothes to the dry cleaning room and said, "It's been a long time ago. The master said he would wait until you come back before he will eat. He just went upstairs to see his precious flowers."

When counting, I can't use it in one's own mind. Even warm wine can only vaguely hear what to eat and what flowers are from. As a result, Wen wine, who woke up from his own world, raised his head and looked at Wen He and said, "What to eat? Flowers? What flowers can be eaten?"

"Hehe." Wen He, who was chuckled by Wen Jiu's dazed look, looked at the pure eyes, and suddenly his body relaxed. When he realized that Aunt Hong and the child looked at him in surprise, he couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything on my face?"

"No." Wen Jiu replied calmly with a smile. What did gentleman say nothing? Wen Jiu, who had never entered the school, curled his lips.

"Is that true?" Wen He, who walked into the dining table, said to Wenjiu: "Go, call my grandfather down, let's have Lantern Festival for our family."

"No need!" There was obvious pleasure in the breath-filled voice.

Wen Jiu, who was about to respond, smiled and looked at a middle-aged and elderly man who was smiling at him. He was slightly stunned. Wen Jiu, who was rarely shocked, finally realized what it means to be caught off guard. He couldn't even hold a smile. His slightly opened mouth almost shouted "Old man".

"Xiaojiu, come here to my grandfather." Looking at his granddaughter whom he loved to grow up, Wen Qitian smiled like an ordinary old man. The gentleness and doting in his eyes were not similar to Wen Qitian who was tragic in the workplace.

Looking at Mr. Wen who was getting closer and closer to him, Wen Jiu smiled again, not that kind of stereotype, but a smile from the heart with a hint of nostalgia. It was not until the old man walked in that Wen Jiu started calling out: "Grandpa."

"Okay, okay! Just come back with a little wine." Looking at his granddaughter who had changed drastically, Wen Qitian said yes, but he was shocked. He couldn't see through this granddaughter. What had he had given birth to these days?

However, Wen Jiu looked at the face exactly like the old man and did not reject Mr. Wen's touch, and acted obediently as a good grandson.

"Okay, dad, come here and have Lantern Festival first." Wen He looked at the Wen family, which had only three people, and felt soft inside, thinking that it would be great if he lived like this for the rest of his life.

The three of them had their own thoughts in a meal of Lantern Festival, but on the surface they achieved good harmony.

Pointing the white dumplings in the bowl, the warm wine was unforgettable and the white ones at home. Abi probably wouldn't like to eat such a little desirable little guy...

Wen Nuo, who was far away in the sky, said, "Ah Yeh!", muttering with the mouth of the jelly, "Who misses me?"

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Wenwen wishes everyone a happy new year ~
Chapter completed!