Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Lin Yun had expected this to happen, so he curled the corners of his mouth, looking like he was enjoying the show.

She agreed to let Wen Li bring the dog just to see this scene. She hoped Wen Li wouldn't let her down.

However, Wen Yan did not fulfill Lin Yun's wish. She took her father's arm and spoke up for Wen Li in a considerate manner: "It's okay, Dad. My sister just came back and is unfamiliar with the place. Let the dog accompany her for a while."

Wen Baixiang was very satisfied with Wen Yan's filial piety and understanding.

"Ajing, please take the second young lady upstairs for me and help her get familiar with the home environment." Wen Yan called the servant.

The young maid who received Wen Yan's "imperial edict" diligently introduced Wen Li all the way.

"This is the eldest lady's room."

"The third young lady's room is on the right."

"The eldest young master lives on the third floor. He's abroad and he hates people touching his things, so if you have nothing to do, the second young lady should refrain from going up to the third floor."

"The trophies on this wall all belong to the Third Miss. She's a math genius, winning awards all her life. Not only did she skip a grade in high school, she was also accepted into Peking University early. Don't touch these trophies. The Third Miss has a bad temper."

"This vase is also very expensive. The chairman bought it from an auction house. Be careful."

"The second young lady grew up in the countryside and probably doesn't know that our eldest young lady is an excellent jewelry designer and will soon join the Lu Group and become the head of the Lu Group..."

"Shut up." Wen Li was really annoyed.

The maid was stunned for a moment and looked at Wen Li: "What did you say?"

The maid heard it clearly, but Wen Li's voice was not loud, which made the maid mistakenly think that Wen Li was so ashamed and inferior after seeing the gap between himself and the Wen family that he could only whisper. So the maid deliberately asked again and again, wanting to see if Wen Li dared to speak loudly.

Wen Li slowly stopped and turned to look at her, his eyes cold and his words clear: "I told you to shut up."

The maid's face suddenly turned red and white.

"Which room?"

Although she was working for the favored eldest daughter, she still didn't dare to be too presumptuous in public, so the maid pointed inside unconvincedly: "That..."

I secretly kept this in mind.

Wen Li spoke slowly, but his words were heartbreaking: "Even if you serve the emperor, you are just a servant. What's more, the one you serve is a fake lady. I am the real master. Eat some walnuts to improve your brain. Go away."

The maid was left standing there with her eyes wide open.

Wen Li held General Hei in one hand, his palm against his soft belly, rubbing it gently, and walked to the door.

After entering the room, she took a quick look around, put General Black on the sofa, and opened her backpack to look for something.

I took out a bulky keypad phone, turned it on, and just after checking two emails, the phone rang.

"Dad! You finally turned on the power! The village finally has electricity, right? Thank god for Xie Guangkun! I thought you were dead!"

Jiang Yingbai on the other end of the phone gnashed his teeth, wishing he could punch through the display screen in front of him to vent his anger.

Wen Li: "It's okay, I'm hanging up."

Jiang Yingbai hurriedly said: "Something happened!"

"I just got the news. The bastard who bombed you in Nanyang is not dead, but he's seriously injured. His condition is probably not much worse than yours. He's searching the world for a surgeon to save his life. He's keeping the news strictly under wraps. Otherwise, Nanyang would be in chaos, and I'd be able to witness a major historical reform in Nanyang with my own eyes~"

Wen Li's eyes flickered with murderous intent: "You're quite tough."

She took out a bottle of medicine, poured out a few pills and put them into her mouth, then walked to the water dispenser built into the corner of the wall and took a glass of water to swallow.

She looked out the window at the back garden, felt a dull pain in her brain, and couldn't help but crush the empty disposable water cup in her hand.

The hostility cannot be hidden on the sick face.

Jiang Yingbai lifted his legs onto the table and said, "Killing him isn't easy. He's looking to you for help, Master Hand. Why don't you show up and cut him off with a single cut on the operating table?"

Jiang Yingbai made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Wen Li: "Would I destroy my own reputation for such a person? Besides, I don't have time to take his life right now."

"There's no need to waste your energy. He's been running around the world looking for help for all this time. That means he hasn't removed the bullet yet. To be more precise, no one has removed it. As long as you don't panic and save him, and he doesn't take the big risk of getting a heart transplant, his death is only a matter of time. Just wait and watch him die."

"It's not certain who will die first." Wen Li said.

When Jiang Yingbai heard this, the heartlessness on his face was slowly replaced by solemnity.

The next second, he smiled playfully again: "You are very lucky. Even the King of Hell would have to take a detour. It's hard for you to die."

Compared to Jiang Yingbai's worry and fear, Wen Li was much calmer and asked him, "How is Lu Yu's surgery practice going?"

"He practices day and night, repeatedly rehearsing various possible situations and response plans with several doctors. I'm really worried that he'll exhaust himself before he can even operate on you. Why don't you tell me about him?"

A doctor cannot heal himself. A great surgeon cannot perform surgery to save his own life and can only place his hopes on others.

After hanging up the phone with Jiang Yingbai, Wen Li took out the mobile phone he used daily from his pocket and called his grandmother to let her know he was safe.

The old lady felt relieved when she heard that Wen Baixiang would take her to a big hospital for treatment tomorrow.

"By the way, Li Li, Professor Song and his grandson, Xiao Song, are here to look for you again. They won't leave until they see you..."

"Ignore him."

I just finished chatting with my grandma and received a call on WeChat.

Wen Li answered the call casually, but the other party didn't say a word.

"If you don't speak, I'll die."

Without waiting for a second, Wen Li hung up without any hesitation.

The other party then sent a text message: [Are you in Beijing? ]

Wen Li reluctantly replied: [Yes]

As soon as they heard that she had come to Beijing, they sent her several photos at once, along with a location.

Finally, I say: [I'm waiting for you]

Wen Li scrolled through the pictures and complained, "They ask people out without even asking if they're free or willing, and they don't even set a time."

But she just happened to be itching to do something, so it was fine to stay in the room.

Taking some dried meat, Wen Li carried General Black out.

Wen Baixiang sat in the main seat, with the bowl and chopsticks in front of him untouched.

The maid came in and told him that Wen Li had gone out.

Lin Yun: "People who were raised in the countryside have no manners. The elders were waiting for her to eat, but she just left without even saying hello."

Wen Yan asked with concern, "It's already dark, and this is Xiao Li's first time in the capital. He's unfamiliar with the place. Will he be okay?"

But in my mind I was thinking about the maid Ajing repeating Wen Li’s words: [Besides, the one you serve is a fake lady, I am the real master].

Lin Yun smiled and snorted, "What could be wrong? He's used to being a wild kid in the countryside. He skips classes and disappears every few days. He's not seen for half a year. Don't worry, he won't get lost."

Wen Baixiang said expressionlessly, "Let's eat."

Wen Li took a taxi to a shopping mall.

From a distance, I saw someone waiting at the door, dressed formally.

The other person raised his foot, wanting to go forward to greet him, but then he shyly waited there, looking forward to it.

When Wen Li approached, he immediately handed over the beautifully packaged box in his hand.

Wen Li took it and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is it for me?"

"Ah."

He nodded and looked at the dog in Wen Li's arms.

Wen Li handed the dog to him: "It doesn't bite."

Not far away, a white Bentley was in the driver's seat. Lu Wu, who was staring at them, saw this scene and wanted to rush out of the car to take the dog away, but he was afraid of upsetting his young master, so he had to retreat.

After his hands were empty, Wen Li opened the gift in front of everyone.

It's a box of chocolates.

He picked up a piece and tasted it: "He's a small guy, but he's quite capable."

The little baby was holding the dog. When he heard Wen Li's words, he pursed his lips, as if embarrassed.

Wen Li looked the little guy up and down, with his small shirt and bow tie, and couldn't help but complain: "He's dressed like a little old-fashioned."

The old-fashioned boy looked at her with innocent eyes.

Wen Li stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth: "Are you here alone?"

The little guy glanced at the Bentley not far away.

Wen Li followed his gaze and saw that it was a luxury car, but he didn't care. In the capital city where there are powerful people everywhere, it was nothing unusual.

"Just be accompanied by an adult. Have you stepped on any points here?"

The little guy nodded, unable to wait any longer: "Yeah"

"Then go in."

Wen Li walked in, and the little guy, holding the Black General, trotted along on his short legs to keep up.