Chapter 1511

"Er... Dad, this is not the place to talk, and there are so many things. I can't finish with you in one sentence or two. Let's talk slowly when we get home." Wen Jinqian dodged his father's eyes and turned angrily to the driving position.

The journey was not fast. Wen Jinqian looked at his father in the reversing mirror from time to time, but Wen Mo seemed tired. He didn't even take off his hat, half upside down and closed his eyes tightly. Wen Jinqian stuck out his tongue, and his heart was still a little flustered.

"What do you always see me do? Drive your car well!" suddenly came the low voice of smelling ink from the back seat, smelling Jinqian's sweating and squeezing out a far fetched smile on his face, "Oh."

"Dad, I was just thinking that you must have suffered a lot during this time. You've really lost a lot of weight."

Wen Mo didn't open his eyes. He just smiled at the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly. He looked very happy.

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Wen Fu, in front of the long Ivory table, father and son are very far apart one by one. The servant carries delicate dishes one by one, which are his favorite food when he hears ink on weekdays. Smart as Wen Jinqian, he had prepared everything for his family as early as the way to pick up his father. First, he thought that his father had been really hard for many years. Second, Wen Jinqian also hoped that Wen Mo's temper would be lower after this meal.

"Dad, is it still to your taste? I've stayed at home since you left home. Although she is old and should retire. But I know you always like the taste of her cooking, so I've kept her at home."

Wen Mo chewed carefully in his mouth and nodded repeatedly. After putting down his chopsticks, he smiled for the first time, "you have a heart."

Wen Jinqian smiled in a low voice and shook his head in shame.

"By the way, how about the Hua family? I was really tired on the way back just now. Now tell me."

Wen Jinqian was stunned at first, and his face changed suddenly. "Dad, you should be tired today. Why don't you take a few more days off and talk about this topic after your body recovers."

"En?" Wen Mo put the chopsticks in his hand and slowly raised his head. "Why do you talk so hard today? It's not your character! Is something wrong?"

Wen Mo's face was flat, and Wen Jinqian's heart mentioned his throat, "cough, where is it! Dad, I'm not worried about your body..."

Wen Jinqian's words haven't finished yet. Wen Mo patted the long table with one hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "you boy, tell me!"

The sound was so loud that even the servants who waited on the dishes around Wen mo were startled. Wen Jinqian looked around, and several people stepped back and hurried away.

Wen Jinqian threw his heart horizontally and simply said it, because even if he pushed it off again, sooner or later his father would know. Sooner or later, his anger might lead to better results.

Wen Jinqian put down his chopsticks and sat up straight slowly. One of his hands clenched his fist and rubbed it back and forth, but his eyes fell calmly on the face smelling ink on the other side of the long table.

"Dad, I haven't achieved much these days. Please forgive me."

"What?" Wen Mo patted the table again. This time, he simply stood up. He pointed to Wen Jinqian in the distance with one hand and angrily scolded, "forgive you! Your father and I have been in prison for so long. Are you indifferent?"

"Dad ~ Dad! No, listen to me." Wen Jinqian also got up and waved his hand, but Wen Mo didn't give him the chance at all.

"Say! What have you done during my absence? Even if your strength in China is not as good as that boy Hua Muyan, how can you have no chance if you want to do something! Unless you don't want to!"

Although Wen Mo is old, his brain is still flexible. He doesn't need to listen to explanations at all. Even every day in prison, Wen Mo has never worried about such a thing.

Wen Jinqian, a rookie in the business circle and a dragon among people, does not believe that his son will not have this ability, let alone that Hua Muyan is an exquisite and flawless person. Unless he is unwilling to avenge his father, if so, how can Wen Mo not be cold.

Wen Jinqian's eyebrows and eyes are bitter. He can't understand the meaning of Wen Mo because of the connection between father and son. But how does he explain? Is it just a woman? If Wen Jinqian could say so, he could slap himself in the face.

Wen Mo looked at his son's embarrassed expression, and seemed to feel a little worried. After all, in his heart, he was willing to believe Wen Jinqian. He sat down slowly, then leaned over with one arm and motioned to Wen Jinqian to sit down.

"The last time you went to prison to see me, I remember you said you had done it with the fiancee who admired Yan to China. Was it Gu Lingan? What happened later? Was Hua Muyan as ungrateful as his father? Didn't even ask his fiancee?"

Wen Mo's words made it more difficult for Wen Jinqian to speak, but he knew that if he thought about his father today, he would kill him and he couldn't tell the truth. Settle a matter by leaving it unsettled, as like as two peas, but only one word does not spit, it only annoys the father, and Wen Jin has a mind in his head. Some guilty people say, "there is a mistake in the middle. At that time, I sent the woman to a foreign country, but I came out with a woman who is exactly the same as her. I realized that Hua Mu had no feelings for her fiancee, so things were so unsettled."

"After that? You didn't do anything?" Wen Mo pressed step by step, and Wen Jinqian only felt thirsty. "Yes, he was kidnapped, but Hua Muyan seemed to be the help of heaven. He escaped every disaster."

When Wen Jinqian said this, fine beads of sweat appeared on his guilty temples. Although this is true, only Wen Jinqian knows why he failed repeatedly. The reason is that his father can't know when he was killed.

"Well, you have a heart, but at first I thought that Hua Muyan was really not easy to deal with. Otherwise, he had been here for so many years, how could he make such achievements, but you were a little out of shape." Wen Mo took a breath and seemed to stop blaming, but his face was still ugly, and it was not. He glanced at Wen Jinqian opposite with his spare light, There seems to be something wrong between the words and the colors.

As for the reason. Don't ask, smell ink feel unwilling; Ask, maybe it will really hurt the feelings of father and son. Wen Mo is a smart man. Now that he has got out of prison, he will slowly find out what's going on.

The silence at the table was terrible. Both of them bowed their heads and pulled the meal, without saying anything more.

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