Chapter 1270

Mr. Wen's study room was already in a mess at the moment, and the younger generations of the Wen family stood there, each trembling, not daring to show their breath.

The Wen family, this old man actually still has absolute control.

"Grandpa." Looking at the fragments of the vase, Wen Wanrou opened her mouth somewhat helplessly.

"En." Old Man Wen squinted his eyes, resting his wrinkled hands on his forehead, and responded in a lukewarm way.

"Are you okay?" Wen Wanrou asked again.

Although this is nonsense, she knows that in this family, she must ask this question. Otherwise, this superior Mr. Wen will be very upset. If he is upset, the whole family is upset.

Every time she thinks of this, Wen Wanrou doesn't really want to face Mr. Wen.

"What you are asking is nonsense, but today I want to hear this nonsense." As he spoke, Mr. Wen tapped his fingers on the table, and raised his eyes to glance at a few juniors.

Those few people basically had no right to speak in Wen's family. They understood what Mr. Wen meant, turned around and walked out.

After a while, only Wen Wanrou, Mr. Wen, and several other elders of the Wen family were left in the study.

"I don't want to see that face." Mr. Wen said.

Wen Wanrou hummed, and understood what Mr. Wen meant.

He didn't want to watch it, that was to let the Wen family do it.

"Old man, that's the woman next to Mu Yucheng." The gentle cousin Wen Qiwen said.

He is a timid type who dare not provoke Mu Yucheng. After all, in his opinion, the Mu family is much better than the Wen family.

Mr. Wen did understand this truth, but what Ouyang Linxi said tonight was obviously a challenge to him, and he couldn't tolerate Qin Ning's face appearing in front of him.

He doesn't want that weakness.

"Hmph, I won't be angry if you're afraid that you can be your coward. But the others! They all use their own abilities, and if they succeed, the real control of the Wen family will be given to that person." Mr. Wen said.

Now several members of the Wen family were stunned, especially Wen Wanrou.

She didn't expect Mr. Wen to talk about Wen's control. Very good, is the group she worked so hard to give to others like this?

Wen Wanrou must say that she is not reconciled, but it seems that there is no way to be reconciled at this moment. She is just an executive president, someone who can be pushed down by Mr. Wen casually.

"Okay, that's all I want to say. You go back and think about it yourself. In a week, whoever does a good job, I will give more." After speaking, Mr. Wen waved his hand, signaling everyone to retreat.

When Wen Wanrou was about to leave, Mr. Wen stopped her.

When only the grandfather and grandson were left in the study room, Mr. Wen took out a cigarette, lit it, but didn't take a puff. He watched the cigarette slowly go out, and said in a deep voice, "Are you dissatisfied with Grandpa?" s arrangement?"

"How dare you." Wen Wanrou said.

She is used to it, and she has seen his iron fist since she was a child, and it doesn't matter anymore.

She didn't dare to say this, but quietly waited for the old man to speak.

"You have been taking care of Wen's. You have done a good job. Grandpa is indeed satisfied." Old Man Wen said.

Nodding gently, "Thank you, grandpa, for your compliment."

"Well, but I always feel that you are still worse. You need a suitable husband." Mr. Wen said as he lit the cigarette again, watching him burn and extinguish.

From Wen Wanrou's point of view, Mr. Wen's operation was abnormal, but as a granddaughter, she couldn't point it out and could only wait for him to speak.