Chapter 315: So happy

"Dad, what I'm talking about is greasy, how can you make a point of being slander?"

Wen Zichuan was both angry and funny.

He didn't know when the old man started to become so unreasonable.

Could it be that the old lady has been leaving home for too long?

No one suppressed him.

Wen Zichuan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about urging the old lady to make a decision.

When Mr. Wen saw his malicious expression, he felt even more angry.

"Wen Zichuan, don't think I'm old, so I can't hear you're pointing at the mulberry tree."

Now the name and surname were called out, which shows how strong the anger in Mr. Wen was in his heart.

Wen Zichuan: “………”

Now it's still a slander?

He frowned and looked at Mr. Wen, "Dad, have you passed your menopause? Will you come twice during menopause?"

Mr. Wen: “………”

He glared at Wen Zichuan angrily, turned his head to look at Wen Jiu, and said aggrievedly: "Little dimples, is this what a son should say?"

Wen Jiu frowned slightly and looked at Wen Zichuan with some disagreement, "How can you say that to your father?"

Wen Zichuan really doesn't know how to talk to Mr. Wen.

He looked at Wen Jiu and asked for advice with a serious and modest look on his face: "Can my aunt teach me how to ask?"

Wenjiu: "It is impossible to have twice during menopause."

"That's to say! Xiao dimples are right!" Old Master Wen nodded vigorously, and did not forget to glar at Wen Zichuan.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jiu said lightly: "It should be said that my brother's menopause is not over yet."

"Yeah! That's right!" Mr. Wen nodded again, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong?

Wen Zichuan looked at Wen Jiu, then looked at the confused old man, pursing his lips tightly, trying to hold back his smile.

Although my mother was not here, she was much better off with a little aunt who could cure him.

Look, Mr. Wen is so cowardly that he doesn't even dare to say a word.

At this time, the servant came in with two large bags of things, accompanied by the smell of barbecue.

The servant put the items on the coffee table and said respectfully: "San Young Master, the takeaway you ordered has arrived."

Wen Zichuan stood up, took out one of the portions and handed them to the servant, "If you want to drink beer or drink it yourself."

"Okay, thank you, Master Third." The servant thanked him happily and trotted away with the barbecue.

Every time Wen Zichuan ordered takeout, he would order part of it to his servants.

He opened the bag he ate at home, turned his head and said to Mr. Wen, "Dad, ask Shuyang and Qi Ye to come down and have a barbecue."

"Hmph!" Old Master Wen snorted coldly, but still took out his cell phone to call them.

"Call your brother to go downstairs to have midnight snacks."

He didn't even want to mention the word "barbecue".

Wen Zichuan shook his head helplessly, "Dad, if you really have a temper, don't even eat barbecue."

Mr. Wen: “………”

He glared at his youngest son and said angrily: "Why? I'm going to eat!"

Wen Zichuan: “………”

He put the barbecue on the heated stove and whispered: "Don't tell you if you feel uncomfortable tomorrow."

Mr. Wen exploded again, "Are you cursing me?"

Wen Zichuan decided not to say a word.

Mr. Wen ate happily and was unruly imitating the young man to drink some beer.

His face turned red with a smile.

It's so happy!

But the consequence of being so happy is pain and headache.
Chapter completed!