MTL - Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again-Chapter 37 Lunar New Year's eve

  Chapter 37 New Year's Eve

  Wen Yousui really has nothing to do with Lin Wan, it's just a competitor's trick to ruin his reputation.

   On the night of his business trip in Mingcheng, he did drink too much. When she woke up the next day, Lin Wan came out of the bathroom, crying that they had already had a relationship.

  He is not a fool, so he naturally knows Lin Wan's ulterior motives. He drank too much wine the night before, but his mind is not completely insane. He just fell asleep in his memory, and he didn't even know there was anyone in the room.

  That Lin Wan sneaked into his room beforehand, only waiting to be photographed when she came out of the room the next morning. It doesn't matter whether he touched her or not, what matters is the photo.

   As long as things get serious, his reputation of Wen Yousui will be ruined.

   If he was ruined for such a small matter, then all these years have been wasted.

  The outside world does not know, in order to prevent accidents before they happen, he will order his assistant to install surveillance in the hotel room every time he is on a business trip.

   This monitoring just confirmed everything. Lin Wan didn't know that he kept such a trick, and if the trouble continued, she wouldn't get any benefit but would get angry instead.

  In the end, she left Tongcheng disheartened.

  Wen Hua knew she had misunderstood everything after receiving the video from her father's assistant.

  She happily went to see Lao Wen, but became nervous when approaching the airport.

  Not only did she not believe him at the beginning, she even ran away from home alone, causing him to worry for so long. I don't know if Old Wen would think that she was too capricious.

   "Miss, Mr. Wen asked me to pick you up."

   is Special Assistant Yang.

  Give him the luggage, Wen Hua followed behind him, she pursed her lips slightly, and said in a soft tone, "My dad... isn't angry with me, is he?"

   Special Assistant Yang answered irrelevantly, "Mr. Wen is very worried about you."

  Wen Hua lowered her head and obediently followed him to the VIP waiting room.

   Too bad, Old Wen will definitely be angry. He doted on her since she was a child, taught her etiquette, and he doesn't like wayward and savage children the most. She broke the taboo this time.

  Old Wen is not a good-tempered person. She has seen him reprimanding his subordinates in the company before, which is very fierce.

  Although she was obedient since she was a child, and Lao Wen never got angry with her, Wen Hua was still terrified by his cold face.

   Entering the waiting room, she immediately saw the person sitting with her back facing her.

  Suit and leather shoes, with a dignified aura, just looking at his back, he thought he was a young man in his twenties. Old Wen didn't seem to grow old. He seemed to have remained the same since she could remember.

  It's just that as the years have become more mature and stable, and he has been in a high position for a long time, his back is full of majesty.

   Speaking of it, she probably grew up with the handsome face of Lao Wen because she grew up.

  Wen Yousui turned his head to the side and saw Wen Hua standing behind Yang Yue. He took a sip of his coffee and said calmly, "What are you doing standing there, you don't recognize me?"

   Wen Hua passed by.

  He pushed the menu in front of her, "Eat something."

   When the dessert came, she put it into her mouth in small sips, she lowered her eyebrows and dared not look at him.

   After eating, Wen Yousui took a piece of paper from the table and handed it over.

"Is it tasty?"

  She shook her head, "It's not as good as my uncle's chef."

"When you get home, let Uncle Chef make you your favorite velvet cake." Wen Yousui's voice was low and mellow, although his face looked light, but his tone was a bit lighter than usual, "I didn't even drink my saliva when I got home last time Come on and leave, I originally prepared a table of meals for you, who would have imagined..."

  Wen Wei bit her lip lightly, her nose sore, "Dad, I'm sorry."

   "Know it's wrong?"

   She nods.

   "I was wrong, I shouldn't run away from home willfully, and I shouldn't doubt you."

   "I haven't scolded you yet, I've been wronged like this." He gently wiped away the tears from her eyelids, looked at the person he hadn't seen for several months, "You lost weight."

  She stopped her tears and said in an aggrieved voice: "You only give me 2,000 living expenses a month. Sometimes you buy more fruit and snacks at the beginning of the month, and you have to save money at the end of the month."

   "So hard?" Wen Yousui said thoughtfully: "Then why don't you study there next semester, and I'll transfer it back for you?"

   "No, I will do what I say, I have to wait until graduation," she muttered, "It's not that hard, two thousand yuan is enough..."

  Wen Yousui had a helpless smile on his stern face, "The little bargaining expression is exactly the same as your mother's."

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   On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Xi Mo handed the kitty to Fu Ming and got on the plane to Switzerland.

  On New Year's Eve, he had been looking at his phone intentionally or unintentionally since the morning, and he didn't receive a message from Wen Hua until dinner.

  The chat records between the two ended four days ago. She asked how the little milk cat was doing, and the two hadn't talked since then.

  He glanced at the clock, it was six in the afternoon, Swiss time.

   Calculated, it should be the countdown to the new year in China.

   "A Mo, come, eat more meat." The kind old man with gray hair put vegetables in his bowl.

  Xi Mo nodded, "Thank you, Grandpa."

  The old man looked at his tall grandson, his eyes behind the presbyopic glasses narrowed with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a year, and our A Mo has grown a lot taller, just like grandpa when he was young."

   As he spoke, he sighed slightly, "I want you to study in Switzerland, but you want to stay in your mother's hometown, where you have no relatives to take care of you."

   "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Our grandparents and grandsons don't see each other a few times a year. I'm old, and I want my children to have fun and enjoy the family happiness. Your uncle is not good, and he is not married yet. I am still far away from you as a grandson." Two places. Alas, the health of a person is getting worse every day when he gets old, who knows when he kicks his legs, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you marrying a wife."

  Xi Mo shook his head slightly, "You are seventy years old, and your blessings are still long. Didn't the palmistry gentleman say you have a hundred years of blessings?"

  Xi Wei saw the two talking about this matter, so he said to Xi Mo: "You are almost an adult, come to Switzerland after graduating from high school, and it's time to follow your uncle to learn how to manage a company."

  After the words fell, Xi Mo drank a glass of juice by himself, with a very calm expression, as if he didn't hear what he said.

  Xi Shengye coughed lightly when he saw this, and poured a glass of wine for his eldest brother, "Let's talk about the future, let's not discuss this on New Year's Eve, this fish is very good, Dad, I'll grab a piece for you."

  Xi Mo's cell phone on the table turned on, and he picked it up to see that it was a New Year greeting from several brothers.

  There is a six-hour time difference, and it’s already New Year’s Eve over there.

  Following the news, she is still not included in the bunch of red new news prompts.

  He put the phone on the table with a cold face.

  After dinner, Xi Wei sat in a wheelchair and was taken upstairs to rest by a servant, while Xi Shengye was called out by a friend.

  The fire was burning vigorously in the hearth of the fireplace, occasionally there was the sound of firewood cracking, and the old man's face was kind and gentle under the firelight.

   "Your father's illness has been better for a while. He accidentally caught a cold a while ago. He coughed badly at night, couldn't sleep, and didn't have an appetite for eating. He lost a lot of weight all of a sudden."

  Xi Mo's eyes were scattered on the fireplace, showing no emotion.

  The old man sighed imperceptibly, "He did something **** to apologize to your mother and son. This is probably his retribution."

  (end of this chapter)