My magic stick is going to heaven!

Facts have proved that the owner of this Wen's house is indeed a man of glory.

Wen Hong, as the name suggests, is as warm as Hong Yu, moistening the bamboo and making no sound.

Wen Hong has a kind of temperament, which is connected with Shang Yanzhou. Wen Changlang thought about it for a long time, and finally, he only came up with the most straightforward word: gentle temperament.

He didn't have the slightest air of worldliness in the officialdom, so it's no wonder that such a person would become friends with Lu Zhixuan's family.

"Come on, little nephew Shang, I've been talking to you, Grandpa Lu, for a long time. You said you've been back for a while, so why don't you come and sit with me?"

Wen Hong smiled warmly, and while beckoning them to sit down, made tea himself.

After Shang Yanzhou sat down, he quickly took the tea he handed over, nodded slightly and said:

"Uncle Wen, you are too polite. These days, I just took over the police inspectorate. I was a little busy. I couldn't visit the door in time. It is indeed Yan Zhou's fault."

"Where is it, you, I really feel more and more friendly the more I look at it. Compared with your old businessmen, it can be said that you are bright and bright, and you are unique."

After the two exchanged polite words, Wen Hong changed the subject. He motioned slightly to Wen Changlang who had been sitting quietly next to him, and then asked politely:

"Who is this?"

"Speaking of it, it's fate. This one has the same surname as Uncle Wen. Wen Changlang, my friend."

"Oh oh oh, that's really fate, this little brother looks like a dragon and a phoenix among people."

What Wen Hong said was true, but it was also casual and polite, but from Wen Changlang's ears, it had a different meaning.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled immediately:

"That is, I can..."

"Uncle Wen just call him Xiao Wen."

Shang Yanzhou interrupted Wen Changlang's words in time, with a smile on his face, but he pinched Wen Changlang's waist fiercely in the back, full of warning.

Wen Changlang glared back at him, and when he received the dangerous look from Shang Yanzhou, the arrogance that had just risen faded.

After Wen Hong called Xiao Wen, he naturally changed the topic to other directions.

"Nephew Shang, you just took over the Police Supervision Bureau, and there are many things that need to be connected and rectified on our local management side. Since you are here this time, let's have a good chat."

"Indeed, I came to visit Uncle Wen this time, one for private purposes, as a nephew to visit Uncle Wen, and the other for public purposes, as the chief inspector of the police inspectorate, to visit you, the director of the Land Management Bureau."

The two chatted all over the world, and after chatting about trivial matters, they also talked about major events in various circles in Shenzhen and Beijing. In short, in Wen Changlang's view, they were all bullshit.

He turned his eyes, glanced around for a while, and finally stopped his eyes on the front yard that could be seen faintly outside the hall.

After rolling his eyes, he stood up, wandered around with his hands behind his back, and then walked to the front yard.

The green plants in the yard are arranged neatly and regularly, and occasionally a few green bamboos with a height of two floors are dotted with each other, which is quite leisurely and elegant.

He walked along the gravel road, and before he could look carefully, he could vaguely hear the shouts of many people one after another, and it sounded like they were very anxious.

He sped up his pace a little, and he could clearly see the rather funny scene in front of him.

A child wearing a brand new expensive small suit, about five or six years old, looks extremely cute, but at the moment his face is full of savagery.

Climbing on a green branch much taller than a person, holding many stones in his hands, while laughing and laughing, the stones kept hitting the servants below who kept screaming, some of them were hit in the face by the stones The servant's face was stained with blood.

"Don't move! Did you hear that! Anyone who dares to move, I will let him go!"

At such a young age, her mind is so tricky and ruthless.