After wearing the book, the richest man became my diehard fan

Wen Zong posted articles in bursts, once on the day of loading the bookshelf, and again on the scheduled chapters in the manuscript box the next day, and then disappeared on the Lujiang website, without updating for almost half a month.

In fact, he went to the nursing home to accompany his grandfather Wen Huahui.

The time has entered March, and with the arrival of spring, the spring rain is continuous and the drizzle is non-stop.Although the flowers and plants outside grew more and more gratifyingly because of the moisture from the rain, the rain was not very friendly to the old man's legs and feet.

Wen Huahui is not a person who likes to complain about pain. He was a soldier when he was young and suffered all kinds of injuries. He doesn't care about the tingling pain, but not caring doesn't mean he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

When Wen Zong sat in Wen Huahui's room several times, he saw the old man secretly massaging the amputated leg under the quilt while reading a book.

Although Wen Zong never broke his leg, he accidentally slipped over his waist because of carrying heavy objects while working part-time before wearing a book. At that time, he was lying on the bed for a week before recovering. He has a deep understanding of the painful days. Not to mention Wen Huahui's serious injury.So in order to take care of the elderly conveniently, Wen Zong simply applied for an extra bed with the nursing home and stayed in the nursing home to take care of Grandpa Wen.

Today was still a cloudy and rainy day, Wen Zong contacted the driver of Wen's family, took a car to the shopping mall in the city center, and planned to buy a massager for the old man's legs and feet.

After picking and picking for a long time, combined with the recommendations of the shop assistants, he finally bought a self-heating plush blanket and a soothing massage device for the elderly.

"It's thirteen thousand in total. Do you want to pay by card or cash?" the clerk asked with a smile.

Wen Zong took out the card from his pocket: "Swipe the card, thank you."

"The location of this shopping mall is not bad. What did the chairman say?" The deputy director of the research department of Cejin Group walked forward, pointing at the layout of the shopping mall and commenting.

"It's okay, let your department produce a detailed analysis report, preferably including the forecast of the later traffic flow." Tong Quan pushed his glasses, he came here today to help Tan Jingyao run errands.

"...Isn't the one handed in last time not good?" The deputy director was a little embarrassed, "And this mall doesn't have a store with similar products to our company, so it's difficult to do traffic surveys."

"Because there is none, there needs to be an estimate."

The deputy minister stopped arguing and silently remembered this task in his heart.

Tan Jingyao's decision sounds as difficult as reaching the sky, but there is nothing wrong with it.

"I'm here today. I have other work, so I'm going back first." Tong Quan came with the deputy director of the research department today just to get a general idea and report the situation to Tan Jingyao when he went back.

The deputy director of the research department didn't keep him, and waved him goodbye.

Tong Quan quickly walked out of the mall with his briefcase in his arms. He hadn't gone a few steps before he saw Wen Zong who was shopping in the store.

Almost subconsciously, he thought of the boss Tan Jingyao who was "pursuing" Wen Zong, and immediately took out his mobile phone to take a photo and send it.

[Tan]:?

[Tan]: What did you buy?

[Tong Quan]: This store sells massage products for middle-aged and elderly people.

[Tan]: Got it.

Tan Jingyao immediately thought of Mr. Wen Huahui, an old friend of his grandfather who lived in a nursing home. Speaking of which, since his grandfather was injured last time, he said he replaced his grandfather to visit the elderly, and he never found time to go there.

Looking at the work tasks that have been overfulfilled today, Tan Jingyao closed the computer and left the office early.

After Wen Zong finished shopping, he quickly returned to the nursing home. To his surprise, he saw a black Bentley at the gate of the nursing home.

This... seems to be Tan Jingyao's car?

Just when Wen Zong was not sure, the driver sitting in the car saw Wen Zong, got out of the car politely and said hello: "Mr. Wen, hello."

"...Hello." Wen Zong walked into the nursing home suspiciously, and sure enough, he saw Tan Jingyao in his grandfather's room.

The old man and Tan Jingyao were chatting happily, especially when they talked about playing chess, the old man was very excited, and there was a particularly happy smile on his face because of the joy.

"Next time when your grandpa gets well, I will definitely drag him to the competition." I don't know if Tan Jingyao and Wen Huahui have passed on some secrets, but the old man seems to be full of confidence to win at this time.

"Okay, when grandpa gets well, I'll bring him to visit you."

"Hey, I'm back from Cong Cong." While smiling, Wen Huahui raised his head and noticed Wen Zong standing at the door, and quickly waved to him, "Come on, let me introduce you, this is Tan Jingyao, the grandson of old man Jin. Hehe, this is My precious grandson Wen Zong, you guys met when you were young."

"En." Tan Jingyao nodded, and extended his hand politely, "Hello."

"...Hello." Wen Zong was confused by the battle, "Mr. Tan, why... are you here?"

"Xiao Tan came to see me." Wen Huahui explained for Tan Jingyao.

Tan Jingyao followed suit and nodded slightly: "My grandfather is still in the hospital, and I will come to chat with Mr. Wen on my grandfather's behalf to relieve boredom."

"Thank you." Wen Zong thanked politely.

"You're welcome." Tan Jingyao said, taking a few steps to the side, leaving room for the grandpa and grandson.

Wen Zong withdrew his gaze, put the things he was carrying on the bedside table, took off the plush self-heating blanket, plugged it in and wrapped it around Wen Huahui's legs.

"Grandpa, the weather is gloomy and raining all the time these days. If your legs hurt, you can cover this. It can speed up the blood circulation and make it better." Wen Zong explained while taking out the massager, " This is a leg massager, it can't be used now, and it needs to be charged, and I'll bring it to you when it's fully charged."

"Grandpa's leg doesn't hurt that much, it's not a problem." Wen Huahui said so, his heart full of irony.

Wen Zong hurriedly plugged in the massager, went out to get a pot of hot water and returned, and found a clean teacup and the green tea that Wen Shan gave last time from the bedside table.

The gurgling hot water was poured on the green tea leaves, and a faint fragrance spread.

Wen Zong considered that Tan Jingyao was a guest, so he handed him a cup first: "Here you are."

"Thank you."

Afterwards, Wen Zong made two more cups for Wen Huahui and himself, and after giving Wen Huahui's cup to him, he sat on a chair beside him with his own.

It happened that there was a computer on the table, and he was writing novels here to pass the time recently.

However, when Tan Jingyao and Wen Huahui chatted again, Wen Zong had no intention of writing novels at all, and was all obsessed with the sentence Wen Huahui said "I saw it when I was young".

Rather than being confused, he really wanted to know what kind of relationship Yuanzhen and Tan Jingyao had before.

But Wen Huahui's next sentence took Wen Zong's thoughts away, and made him suppress his original desire to ask.

"This green tea tastes good, very authentic!"

"Yeah, I told you last time that it was brought back from Shanshan University club practice." Wen Zong smiled and explained the source of green tea to Wen Huahui again, "It should be hand-planted, and it took a lot of thought .”

"Well, this child Shanshan really puts her heart into it." The more Wen Huahui talked, the more he felt that it was a pity. If it weren't for Li Donghui, he wouldn't have moved to a nursing home. He still likes Wen Shan, the new granddaughter.

Filial piety and beauty.

However, in comparison, his own grandson is more like a little padded jacket.

After all, Wen Huahui was partial to the grandson who was related by blood. He happily shook his teacup and was in a very good mood.

"Mr. Wen, are you busy with work or studies?" Tan Jingyao suddenly brought the topic to Wen Zong.

Wen Zong, whose fingers were still hovering on the keyboard, was startled, and slowly turned his head, facing Tan Jingyao's cold face, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Wen Huahui, on the other hand, gave away his background in a few sentences: "Since he said that he has written novels recently, he will not show me what he wrote, but he will write about suspense and solving cases, and he will not say anything in detail. It is probably shy."

Wen Zong's originally pale face was now stained crimson, and he said in shame: "Wait... I will write better in the future, and I will show it to you, Grandpa."

"Hey, you're kidding, I will unconditionally support whatever my grandson does!" Wen Huahui pampered Wen Zong to a certain extent.

Wen Zong smiled shyly: "Then I will work harder."

"If possible, add a suave and romantic character to me?" Wen Huahui was also a little childish when facing his grandson.

"Okay, you can add anything you want." Wen Zong thinks this idea is a good idea, for example, adding a retired veteran's police advisor role, all the characters can be called "teachers" because they are upright.

Tan Jingyao sat on the side and listened silently to the conversation between his grandfather and grandson, and his guess about the author of "Cong Cong" was almost indistinguishable.

Because, he never makes unsure choices and meaningless moves.

As the evening approached, the massager was fully charged. Wen Zong tried it out, and after confirming that there was no problem, he carefully taught Wen Huahui how to use it, and stayed with him until [-]:[-] pm. He had a simple and simple dinner with the old man before leaving nursing home.

Tan Jingyao didn't eat with them, and was called away by the company before six o'clock, which should be an important matter that cannot be ignored.

After this person left, Wen Zong really relaxed. Seeing the deletions, deletions and changes in the word document, which were less than [-] words long, he really couldn't laugh or cry.

His efficiency is also so low.

In the evening, Wen Zong returned home, took a hot bath, lay down on the bed and opened the APP of the Lujiang novel website on his mobile phone.

He hadn't read the novels written by other people on the APP before, and he found it amazing, all of them are Marysu, and the suspense written by him is simply out of place in it, no wonder no one reads it!

However, when he switched to his personal homepage, he found that the original data of "0 favorites, 0 comments, 21 clicks" had changed to "20 favorites, 3 comments, 290 clicks".

And the content of the three comments is exactly the same:

1011976: My love for you is as endless as the surging river~[Braised Pork Ribs]×1

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Could this be the consolation prize given to him by the site administrator because he saw that it looked too much like a false advertisement area?