Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"gentlemen."

The overly cold sound was like two icebergs suddenly hitting the ground.

The boiling and carnival atmosphere in the messy room was suddenly frozen.

Ye Kong, who was trying to snatch the water gun from Qu Wu, stopped.

The others who were huddled together in the water column also paused.

The screaming stopped, and everyone turned their heads little by little, looking at the uninvited guest in an awkward and embarrassing manner.

Among the crowd, only Wen Can's expression faded the moment he heard the voice.

The smile that Secretary Fei saw outside the door disappeared layer by layer like fog.

He glanced at the cell phone on the table, which had many missed calls.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Secretary Fei glanced at the people present, made his assessment, and chose to speak directly: "The old man is in trouble, and he is being rescued now. Your father has also rushed over."

The atmosphere, which was already stagnant due to his arrival, suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Zhou Song, with his head full of water, wiped his face and couldn't help but look at Tu Wan.

They all saw strange feelings in each other's eyes - at this time? At such a critical moment, it was not just a common illness but he went straight to the emergency room...

Could it really be a coincidence?

This is the second time something like this has happened.

How much does Mr. Wen hate or even despise his own son?

All the emotions faded from Wen Can's eyes, but he just turned to look at Ye Kong, wiped the water off her hair, and barely wiped the cream off her face with his palm: "Sorry, I can't continue to play with you tonight."

"It's okay." Ye Kong looked at him, stood on tiptoe and reached out to scratch his messy hair, brushed off the remaining water droplets on his clothes, and asked him seriously, "Do you want me to go with you?"

The cream was not wiped clean, and a little bit was left on the tip of her nose, making the usually cold, arrogant and unapproachable person more adorable. She stared at him quietly with her lighted eyes, as if she attached great importance to his answer and thoughts.

Wen Can really thought about it seriously, and finally shook his head: "No need, I can go by myself."

"See you tomorrow then."

Wen Can glanced at the old clock on the wall in the distance and smiled: "It's past twelve o'clock. It's today. See you tonight."

Ye Kong nodded and watched Wen Can pick up the computer and walk out.

At first his steps were slow and steady, and he even nodded when he passed Tu Wan and the others. But then he walked faster and faster, striding into the darkness.

Secretary Fei bowed slightly to Ye Kong behind him, then turned around and quickly followed.

The secretary, who was very strong in fighting skills, showed an unprecedented coldness in his steps and posture.

——Things may be a little tricky.

Ye Kong thought so and licked the sweetness at the corner of his mouth.

And just as she thought, Wen Can asked as soon as he got in the car: "What did he do?"

"..."

In the dark carriage, Secretary Fei started the car and turned around to drive out of Yushan University.

In silence, Wen Can looked down at the missed calls on his mobile phone. There were five or six from Secretary Fei, seven or eight from Wen Rong, and seven or eight from the old housekeeper. The first missed call was from the landline in the manor, which was only installed in Wen Shengtian's bedroom and represented the mouthpiece of Wen Shengtian himself - a total of twenty-three. In addition, there was a voicemail from Wen Shengtian's mobile phone.

But he didn't click it immediately.

"What did he do?"

He asked again.

This time the sound was suppressed, as if blending into the cramped darkness of the carriage.

Secretary Fei was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "He... swallowed half a bottle of sleeping pills, and was still calling your name before he lost consciousness."

"..."

Wen Can's hand, which was tightly holding the phone, suddenly loosened.

His eyes, silent in the shadows, were even blank for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Secretary Fei meant.

But he always reacts.

Not only did he react to what Secretary Fei said, he also immediately understood the picture behind each missed call, the intention of the number owner, and even the emotions within just a few seconds.

Then the corners of his mouth curled up.

Silent, rigid like a machine, yet faintly revealing madness.

A man's strange voice rang out in the dark carriage: "He wants to commit suicide - what does he mean? Who is he dying for?"

He muttered to himself, "Why didn't you finish the bottle? This way you wouldn't have to rescue him."

Secretary Fei froze.

Having followed Wen Can for so long, as his most important confidant, he already knew everything that happened to Wen Can. Those things that would have driven him crazy if they happened to him, but when they happened to Wen Can, they were like a stone sinking into the deep sea, not even causing a splash.

Secretary Fei had never seen him lose his composure, and over time he came to think that he was just mechanically carrying out his revengeful actions, and that he did not have the emotions that an ordinary person would have.

But this is the first time.

He heard harsh words from his mouth that sounded like curses.

This was an unprecedented loss of composure for Wen Can.

"Sir," Secretary Fei said quietly, "The news cannot be concealed. I'm afraid there are already media waiting downstairs in the hospital."

This is a reminder for him.

The curve of Wen Can's mouth quickly disappeared.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the surging sea had all sunk, and he had turned back into his usual warm self.

"Tomorrow's shareholders' meeting?" Secretary Fei asked.

"It will be held as usual." Wen Can curled his lips, "As a grandfather, I really don't know his son at all."

He lowered his eyelids and stared at the screen of his mobile phone until it went out, then he lit it up again and opened the voicemail indifferently.