My golden finger is open

Shen Qingyu glanced at Wei Chen and got off the military jeep.

The man slammed the car door, turned around and strode to the open door, pausing for a moment before saying firmly, "Follow me in."

Since Shen Qingyu saw Wei Chen, she had no idea how many times she had been given the cold shoulder by a man. She looked at the two-story building in front of her with a depressed look.

I still followed the lead and went in. Since I was already here, it was pointless to think about anything else.

When Shen Qingyu entered the house, what caught her eye was a very spacious living room with simple and elegant furnishings. At this moment, two people were sitting opposite each other on the solid wood chairs with exquisite carvings.

One of them was a serious-looking old man with gray hair, but his weather-beaten aura made people dare not look directly at him.

Sitting opposite the old man was a young man, who was talking to Wei Chen. He called the man "brother", so he should be his younger brother.

Before Shen Qingyu could take a closer look, Wei Chen's cold voice came over, "What are you standing there for? Come here quickly."

His voice attracted the attention of the other two people, and Shen Qingyu walked over to meet their gazes.

She smiled at the old man and said, "Hello, Grandpa. My name is Shen Qingyu. I came here suddenly to bother you."

The old man first looked at Wei Chen in surprise, then he turned his gaze to Shen Qingyu and chuckled, "Qingyu girl, right? Come and sit down."

Shen Qingyu curled her lips and sat down on a chair beside her. She leaned forward and sat upright, like a primary school student who had just entered school, feeling a little nervous.

Until a muffled laugh was heard, the atmosphere was instantly broken, and Shen Qingyu looked at the man who had no time to retract his smile.

I was a little speechless. What was so funny? I just heard the man next to me hiding the smile on his face and extending his hand seriously.

"Hello, my name is Wei Ziwu, and I'm Wei Chen's younger brother."

Then, Wei Ziwu was given a big potsticker by the tall and impatient man next to him, who put it on his forehead and said, "You have no respect for your parents."

"Hey, dear brother, can't you be a little gentler? If you beat me up and make me stupid, you will have to support me in the future."

Wei Ziwu jumped to Shen Qingyu's side and looked at his brother eagerly.

Wei Chen was about to continue to punish him. The man shook his fist, which was as big as a casserole, at the young man and said, "Okay, I'll support you."

Wei Ziwu hid behind Shen Qingyu and complained weakly, "My sister is here. You are so fierce. You might scare her away soon."

Just when the two brothers were about to fight, the old man coughed softly, "Okay, brothers, what are you making a fuss about? Sit down."

As he spoke, the old man lowered his eyebrows and looked at Wei Chen and asked, "Is your cousin feeling better?"

Wei Chen looked a little depressed. "The operation was quite successful. I can walk around now."

The old man nodded and said, "That child is too stubborn, so it's reasonable for him to blame us.

Your aunt has done a lot of harm to others, and now she is longing for her freedom. But it is hard for Xiaobei."

There was a flash of sadness in the old man's expression, and Wei Chen leaned back in his chair, also silent.

Wei Ziwu looked at the gloomy atmosphere in the room, sat back in his seat, and said leisurely, "Come on, Grandpa, you are the only one who thinks that Jin Mobei has been wronged.

It was inevitable that he had some bumps and bruises when he was young, because his aunt was not around. Ever since he moved out to live alone, everyone in the capital city had to kowtow to him when they heard the name of Master Jin.

Only you have been blinded. If you say that he has suffered, then you are just a hypocritical wolf king wearing a mask of nobleness.

Even though Jin Mobei has a compassionate face, he has a cold heart. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man and his brother looking at him with murderous expressions.

Under normal circumstances, Wei Ziwu would have been subdued by their gazes and slipped away quietly to avoid suffering physical pain.

But today, somehow, he got into a fight with the two of them. Wei Ziwu straightened his chest, looked at his grandfather and eldest brother, and said proudly, "Why are you glaring at me? Did I say something wrong?

Has he ever been nice to you in the past? He is a naturally indifferent person.

I am naturally weak in family affection."

Before he could continue speaking, he saw his brother coming towards him aggressively.

Wei Ziwu let out a roar and quickly rushed behind Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu looked at the increasingly intense situation in front of him and felt that he should not be here.

She stood up awkwardly and stopped Wei Chen, "Well, let's fight later," she thought to herself, I'm still here, it's not good for me to watch you beat your brother, right?

Wei Chen's movements were stopped. He looked at the woman in front of him with deep eyes for two seconds, and then his eyes fell on his arm.

The woman's small hand was holding my place, which was slightly painful, but my body could not move forward at all.

Wei Chen felt a little nauseous and said with a gloomy face, "Let go?"

Shen Qingyu glanced at the man and let go of his hand.

Wei Chen saw the woman retreat, coughed lightly, and secretly put his arms behind his back, enduring the pain. He glared at Shen Qingyu with his dark eyes. Why were you using so much force? Your arms are a little numb.

Wei Ziwu's crisis was resolved, and he was quite surprised to see that his elder brother was stopped by his sister.

He looked at Shen Qingyu with sparkling eyes, "Sister is so powerful, I have never seen such a powerful sister. Who can stop my elder brother?"

Shen Qingyu looked at the incompetent and trouble-making young man in front of her with some helplessness.

The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came over and said softly to the old man, "Mr. Wei, it's time for lunch."

The old man agreed, stood up, and called to Shen Qingyu, "Come on, little fish girl, let's go over and eat."

Shen Qingyu stood up with the old man, walked behind him, looked at the expressionless man beside him, and reached out to hold him.

Wei Chen was pulled by the woman and raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing? Come over and eat."

Shen Qingyu looked at Wei Chen with such a grumpy face again and cursed in her heart, thinking that such an angular face was wasted.

She silently withdrew her hand, looked at the man's straight back, and secretly took note of him.

Shen Qingyu followed the man to the restaurant. There was a round table in the middle with food already placed on it.

The old man had already sat down. When Wei Ziwu saw Shen Qingyu coming over, he said like a sycophant, "Come on, sister, sit next to me."

He was extremely enthusiastic. This was his lifesaver, so he had to maintain the relationship with her.

Shen Qingyu nodded, sat down, and waited for the old man to pick up his chopsticks and start eating before she started eating.

There were a lot of dishes on the table, including scrambled eggs, braised fish, chicken soup, and stir-fried potato shreds with red peppers.

As the chewing sounds rang out, everyone at the table ate quietly. Even Wei Ziwu, who was never quiet for a moment, ate silently without saying a word.