Li Bo finished, and no one answered in the hall.
Even the second son Wen Jingru and his wife were surprised to observe Yan Shiqi.
Just now all the Wen family felt that the girl was too similar to the dead Shu orange.
This will be reminded by Li Bo, more and more feel that she is very much like the Wen family.
Everyone's thoughts are different, only Wen Zhiyuan said in a lively tone: "grandfather Li, if you say that, how embarrassed I am. My eyebrows are not like grandfather at all."
Li Bo took two mouthfuls of tea with his cup and shook his head with a smile, but he didn't speak.
One side of Wen Erhua, you Sheng handed out a sentence: "in my opinion, Zhiyuan, his father and Jinghong have very few similarities."
Wen Zhiyuan's smile is stiff.
She also holds Ms. Lian's hand, which suddenly feels that the temperature in the other party's hand burns her palm.
Wen Zhiyuan quietly released his hand and moved to the side. His tone was a little aggrieved. "Aunt, I'm not like my grandfather and father. That's because I'm more like my mother."
"Is it?" Wen Erhua's long ending sound is meaningful. She doesn't speak any more. Looking at Wen Jinghong on her side, the smile on her lips gradually deepens.
"All right!" Maybe it was stabbed by his elder sister's smile. Wen Jinghong raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He looked up at Wen Chongli's calm face. "Father, elder sister, I want to ask you to come here tonight to deal with the internal affairs of the Wen family."
"What are you calling Miss Yan for?" This is what my younger brother Wen Jingru asked.
He was forty-five years old and looked honest and upright. He really didn't understand. That's why he asked.
Chuang Yin, sitting beside him, is over 40 years old and well maintained. If you don't ask about her age, you might think she is a woman in her thirties.
Zhuang Yin looks very smart. The long and narrow eyes of Danfeng twinkle. When the man speaks, she laughs and teases, "brother must have his intention, so don't interrupt, or father will say you have no rules!"
Wen Jingru closed his mouth, while Zhuang Yin raised her eyebrows and waved to Wen Zhiyuan, "Yuanyuan, come to the second aunt."
Zhuang Yin has two sons, both of whom are studying abroad.
In the whole Wen family house, except for Wen Jinghong and his wife, she is the one who loves Wen Zhiyuan most.
Wen Zhiyuan came to her side, with tears in her eyes and a slight Du in the corner of her mouth.
Zhuang Yin took her to sit beside her, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, "your aunt is joking with you, how can this child be serious?
You are the little princess of our Wen family who has been in pain for so many years. Don't you have this confidence? "
Wen Jinghong obviously didn't like Zhuang Yin's words, but he just frowned. He looked at Wen Jingru, whose eyes were dim, and explained, "it's reasonable to ask Miss Yan to come here.
It has to be mentioned two days ago. You should remember that day when Yuanyuan was in the hospital, the bodyguard called late at night and said that two people broke into Yuanyuan's ward.
When Lao Wen and I rushed by that night, the two men had already left, but we checked the surveillance and left the video information.
It's a special coincidence. When I went to toast my parents, I was surprised to find that they were the two people who broke into Yuanyuan ward that day and took the opportunity to escape.
Mr. and Mrs. Yan, I don't know about this. What's your explanation? "