Fourth Brother Wen must have made a lot of money in these years. When Fourth Brother Wen comes out, I will have to ask him about his ability to make money.

By the way, I would like to advise him to take the right path and marry a wife to make the family more popular.

A home must be prosperous to have a good taste.

Soon, the nanny pushed an old man in his sixties or seventies out of the bedroom.

"It's lost, it's all lost! No one can touch my heart. If anyone touches my heart, I will fight to the death!"

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a rag doll, and said loudly.

"Don't worry, no one will touch your heart. Just protect yourself."

The nanny pushed the old man over and said: "This is Wen Si's mother. She may have been a little stimulated in her early years, and now she is a little confused. She holds something in her arms all the year round, saying that it is her heartache, and no one can

Can't move."

Zhang Haidong quickly stood up and nodded.

Wen Si actually said this situation.

It seems that the old man is really dementia.

"Hello, aunt, no one will touch your heart."

Zhang Haidong said with a smile.

The old man heard Zhang Haidong's words and seemed to be very curious about the young man in front of him. His eyes lit up and he grabbed Zhang Haidong's hand: "Are you a friend of Wen Si?"

Huh?

Even the elderly have sober moments!

Zhang Haidong responded quickly: "Yes, I am Wen Si's friend and aunt. I just came here to see you!"

"That's good! My son is lost! Do you know where he is? My son is lost!"

The old man held Zhang Haidong's hand and kept talking.

"The old lady has always been so confused and said some strange things. I'd better push her back."

The nanny said, pushing the old man back to the room.

"My son is lost...My son is lost...Who can help me find my son..."

The old man didn't care about the pet peeve in his arms anymore, he just kept repeating one sentence.

Zhang Haidong sighed softly.

At this moment, a notebook flew down from upstairs, and then a little boy ran down the stairs.

This should be Brother Wen's fourth brother's child.

Those eyes and nose look very much like him.

She looks about seven or eight years old, and is a bit taller than Qianqian.

But his young face was full of melancholy.

"What's your name, kid?"

The child picked up the notebook, looked at Zhang Haidong, and then said warily: "Who are you?"

"I'm your father's friend. He's busy outside and asked me to come and see you. By the way, I also bought you a Transformer. What do you think of it?"

Zhang Haidong said, his tooth hurt and he took out the Transformer.

This thing cost him a hundred yuan.

The child's eyes lit up after seeing the Transformers, and he played with them for a while.

Only then did he start to trust Zhang Haidong: "My name is Wen Hui, and I am in the first grade this year. Do you know when my dad can come home to play with me?"

"Well, he will definitely come back to see you before the Chinese New Year. Don't worry."

Zhang Haidong remembered that Wen Si said that he had been detained for three months and had been in there for more than a month. The Chinese New Year was only in February, so he should be able to make it in time.

Wen Hui's expression changed.

"He is always busy! He is always busy! I am just a child without a father and a mother!"

As he spoke, he threw the notebook to the ground and started crying.

"Don't cry."

Zhang Haidong hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the child's head, stroking him gently to calm his emotions.

The homework book on the floor clearly says 92 points.

This child is very good at studying!

After a while, he felt that the child's mood had calmed down a bit, and he said softly: "Your father is really busy. When he is done with his work for a while, he will definitely come back to accompany you. Isn't this because I remember you in my heart and asked my uncle to help me?"

Do you want to buy Transformers? Don’t worry. By the way, there is a competition on Christmas and you can win prizes. Are you willing to participate with your uncle?"

Zhang Haidong asked.

"Christmas game?"

Wen Hui raised her head, then lowered her head quietly.

"No one in the class wants to play with me. I've never been good at any show."

"It doesn't matter. You can learn to sing and dance from now on. You can learn whatever you want. Only if you show your abilities will more children play with you? Look, you got 92 points in the exam.

Doesn’t that mean you are excellent? It’s just that people don’t know you are excellent yet.”

Zhang Haidong gently touched his head and persuaded him.

"Really? Uncle?"

"Really, how could I lie to you!"

"Okay! I'm going to perform on Christmas! I want everyone to be friends with me!"

Wen Hui happily rushed up the stairs and ran into the bedroom on the second floor.
Chapter completed!