Don’t Be a Kept Man

Such peaceful days didn't last long, and Wenjia came.

It was earlier than Wen Chuo imagined, a full year ahead of schedule. Perhaps since his rebirth, the wings that his little butterfly fanned had also changed the trajectory of his previous life invisibly.

Uncle Rong stood outside the door, looking at the sharp-edged young man, he seemed to hesitate for a while, not knowing what to call him.

After Liu Ruoqing left with Wen Chuo, Fan Qiuyun would not allow Wen's family to mention them anymore. Wen Tianhao naturally took over as the young master. Even if the outside world faintly knew about this entangled past year, he didn't pay much attention. Stories about the upper ranks of the junior three are not uncommon.

Whoever wins is the winner. Obviously, Fan Qiuyun was better at that year.

Uncle Rong is the secretary next to Wen Jincheng. Although he has not taken any side for many years, he has actually received a lot of favor from Fan Qiuyun and his son. To some extent, he does not want Wen Chuo to go back to take over the company.

"Young Master," Uncle Rong finally said, "Is it convenient to talk?"

Wen Chuo felt ironic when he heard this name. Without saying a word, he raised his hand to close the door, but was quickly blocked by Uncle Rong's eyesight and hand: "The chairman sent me here. He knows that you have suffered a lot of grievances over the years. So, avoidance is not the solution, I still hope you can talk frankly with me."

He looked inside the door, obviously wanting to go in, but Wen Chuo blocked his vision with his body, and the two of them stood silently.

Uncle Rong said: "I'm just running errands, so I can't deal with the chairman when I go back. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, you must give me a chance and let me make it clear."

Bai Yang is still inside, Wen Chuo doesn't really want to fight at the door, or he has already passed the age of anger, and curses are meaningless. With the sincere face of Uncle Rong, a cold, expressionless face flashed in his eyes. Said: "Go downstairs and wait."

Then he closed the door with a bang.

Seeing the people from the Wen family, Wen Chuo originally thought he would be very excited, but in fact, his heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, with no joy or hatred, as if those people were just in the past, already at the moment of death in his previous life. Scattered and clean.

He stood on the spot and walked into the bedroom for a moment in a trance. Bai Yang was a little feverish, lying on the bed listlessly, Jian Wenchuo came in, lifted some heavy eyelids, and sat up strenuously.

Wen Chuo originally thought he would ask something, but there was silence in his ear. After a while, he took the initiative to speak.

"You take a good rest, I'll go down and buy you some medicine."

As soon as he said this, Bai Yang suddenly raised his head and grabbed his hand. For a moment, Wen Chuo felt that his wrist bone was about to be crushed by him, and there was some forbearing pain on his face. He was about to say something, Bai Yang. Then quietly let go of him.

"come back earlier."

Bai Yang retracted his hand, his lips were a little dry and cracked, he fixedly looked at Wen Chuo, and repeated: "Come back soon..."

Wen Chuo leaned over and hugged him, feeling a lot thinner again inexplicably, put his hand under the quilt, rubbed his waist, and then whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Bai Yang pressed his shoulder and shook his head silently.

Wen Chuo went out. He walked down the stairs and found that Uncle Rong was still waiting patiently at the entrance of the alley. He went straight to the canteen next to him and bought a pack of cigarettes. He raised his eyelids and said meaningfully: "What can I say? "

Uncle Rong was not used to talking on the street. He looked around and found that the crowd was crowded: "Should we find a clean place?"

"There is no clean place here," Wen Chuo sneered, then raised his chin at the black car in the distance, "let's talk about it in the car."

Uncle Rong could only agree, and respectfully opened the door for him, then drove the driver down, sitting next to Wen Chuo, the small car was full of smoke for a moment.

Uncle Rong paused before thinking about it and said: "The chairman has been in poor health in recent years. In fact, he has always missed you. Although the divorce with his wife was not what he wanted, he owed you a lot, and now he wants to do his best. Make up, take you back to Wen's house..."

Wen Chuo has been swallowing clouds and fog, making it difficult to see what he is thinking. Uncle Rong can only bite the bullet and continue: "After all, the heart is not good, and he won't live long. As the heir, you will take over the company in the future."

At this time, Wen’s family was already an empty shell. It’s not an exaggeration to say that it was a mess. Wen Jincheng took him back, nothing more than trying to stabilize people’s hearts and treating him as a manipulable puppet. Since Wen Chuo took over the company in his previous life, he has been In the busy cleaning up the mess, and non-stop filling in the funding loopholes, it can be said that all the sins made by the old thing were paid back by Wen Chuo alone.

For individuals, maybe the happily followed back. Wen Tianhao is a short-lived ghost. Wen Jincheng cannot give birth to children when he is old. After a few years, he can kill them all, and he can take over without any effort. Wenjia.

Wen Chuo was flustered by the smoke, raised his eyes slightly, and fell in Uncle Rong’s eyes, but it was an expression of intention. He began to slap, gave a sweet jujube, and turned his head slightly: "If you want to go back, you can only say The identity of the second young master, that is to say, Ms. Fan Qiuyun is still your nominal mother to the outside world. The chairman knows this is a bit too much, but for the sake of Wen Jia’s reputation..."

Wen Chuo couldn't help but laughed. He always thought he had no other merits except for playing games. He didn't expect to add another one now, which is enough to bear. The tortoise **** is not even he can bear. He was poor in his previous life. Crazy, such a condition of losing power and humiliating the country can be agreed.

Wen Chuo wiped the tears from his laughter, and asked, "Does Wen's family still have a reputation?"

Uncle Rong’s complexion changed slightly, and he was uncertain about his attitude for a while. He was thinking about how to answer, when he saw Wenchuo suddenly stopped laughing, and looked at the scenery outside the car window, with an unpredictable expression: "After all, let me play with him. Talk about it."

Uncle Rong thought it was reasonable, so he responded, dialed a number, said something to the other end, and then handed the phone over.

Wen Chuo took the phone, the expression on his face approached indifferent, a heart-piercing cough came from the other end of the phone, and then a slightly older voice sounded: "A Chuo?"

Wen Chuo said: "It's me."

Wen Jincheng is very old, and occasionally appears in the news, and he can't recognize the appearance of the year, but the tone is still the uppermost in memory: "Well, don't play tricks, come back soon."

It seems that Wen Chuo has stayed in this place for ten years and all the faults have nothing to do with him.

Wen Chuo asked: "How is your body?"

Wen Jincheng coughed twice, his voice was muddy, and he was a little panting: "That's it."

Wen Chuo smiled: "Die early and overtake your life. People like you are a waste of air when you live. When Wen Tianhao dies, you can wait for the Wen family to die."

Anyway, he and Bai Yang couldn't give birth to children.

After Wen Chuo finished speaking, he hung up the phone, then threw the phone back in Uncle Rong's wide-open eyes, got out of the car without hesitation, and closed the door with a bang.

So stupid, so stupid...

Wen Chuo really didn't understand why he was so confused about lard in his last life, and he actually returned to Wen's house.

He succumbed to Wen Tianhao and Wen Jincheng to death. Fan Qiuyun also lost his beloved son, and his hair was haggard. The Wenchao from the previous life was truly lonely, and when he came back, Bai Yang was no longer there.

At that time, he wanted everything, but in the end he didn't get anything. Except for the money, he was left empty-handed, but there was no use asking for so much money, Wen Chuo was not happy at all.

Why did he really leave that fool here...

Wen Chuo walked straight to the drugstore, and Uncle Rong did not catch up. The black car stopped for a while and drove away, rolling up a lot of withered leaves.

Time is something that cannot stay. The group of people who played with Wen Chuo have gone out to earn money to support their family at an age, and Lightning has already packed up and went to the big city, coming and going around, and finally staying with him. It seems that there are only white poplars.

When Wen Chuo came back, he was standing in front of the window, as if fiddling with the plants in the flowerpot. He heard the movement of the door opening, and his movements paused for a moment, but he did not raise his head.

"The medicine is on the table, remember to take it."

Wen Chuo walked into the room after speaking. For a while, he could only hear the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing. After a while, he walked out and put on shoes at the door: "I'll go out to buy something, and come back later."

Bai Yang walked into the room and saw a duffel bag full of clothes on the floor. The zipper was half pulled, revealing half of a black shirt sleeve, bulging, as if it would be broken in the next second.

Uncontrollable, his knees bent down a little bit, and finally touched the cold tiles.

Through the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the sunset is full of the sky, still beautiful and quiet, the poplar opened the duffel bag, and it was filled with clothes that were randomly stuffed in. The pants were wrapped in pajamas, and the sleeves were tied together. Just as messy.

He took out the clothes and folded them one by one, leaving no wrinkles, and putting them in flatly. There was more space than before. The cold and cold late autumn weather eroded the bones, and the knees soon became numb.

Bai Yang opened the closet, put two more sweaters in, and re-zipped the zipper.

After doing all this, he seemed to have nothing to do, leaning back on the bed, sitting on the ground with his knees hugged, and buried his face deeply, motionless, as if he was asleep.

Wen Chuo came back with the newly-buy suitcase, and saw the appearance of Bai Yang. He was so frightened that he stretched out his hand and fished the person up: "Why are you sitting on the ground, how cold?"

He held the white poplar and tested the temperature of his forehead, and found that it didn't burn. Then he was relieved, thinking of something, and said: "By the way, please pack your clothes and go to Z City with me the day after tomorrow."

Bai Yang paused when he heard the words, his eyes were confused, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What?"

Wen Chuo explained: "I have saved some money, let's go to live in Z City, check out tomorrow with my third aunt, sell things that can be sold, throw away those that can't be sold, buy new ones over there, and simply pack up the clothes. "

Wen Jincheng is so pretentious that he was almost mad at being scolded by himself today. Wen Chuo didn't think he would pick him up again, but it was always uncomfortable to expose his address. It would be nice to leave Linxian at this opportunity.

After he finished speaking, seeing Bai Yang motionless, he scratched the back of his head in distress, and asked tentatively: "What's wrong, you... don't want to?"

I always feel unlikely.

"……No."

Bai Yang shook his head, his expression still a little stunned, he was relieved when he heard that, he brought two suitcases and said, "One for you and one for me, and the rest are packed in duffel bags. Don't use old clothes, just throw them away."

If you throw away the old clothes, there may be nothing left.

Wen Chuo didn't know how to pack his luggage. He didn't know where to start. Bai Yang hugged his waist from behind and put his chin on his shoulder. The tail sound was hoarse, like a feather moving his heart: "I'm coming."