Chapter 316: The doctor can’t save you

Mr. Wen woke up and sat weakly on the sofa in the hall.

Wen Jiu went downstairs to see this scene, frowned and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Zichuan went downstairs behind Wen Jiu, looking like he was hanging up high without paying attention to his own affairs, "This is the sequelae of barbecue beer."

Warm wine: “………”

Mr. Wen wanted to scold his son, but he had a severe headache and was really inactive.

He glared at Wen Zichuan with annoyance and raised his hand to hold his forehead.

Wen Zichuan also didn't want to pay attention to him and said to Wen Jiu: "Auntie, go have breakfast."

"Okay," Wen Jiu looked at Mr. Wen with a slight look, "Brother, let's go have breakfast."

Mr. Wen waved his hand, "You go to the dimples first. I asked the kitchen to make some millet porridge, probably not yet ready."

Wenjiu: "Okay, then let's eat it first."

At the dining table.

Wen Zichuan whispered: "Don't worry, I've called the family doctor here."

Wen Jiu raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled on her lips.

On the surface, he was mocking the elder brother, but in fact he was also the one who cared about the elder brother the most.

Since that's the case, she doesn't need to help Mr. Wen treat him.

Ten minutes later at the dining table.

Mr. Wen drank a bowl of millet porridge, frowned tightly, feeling bitter in his mouth, and had no taste or appetite for anything he ate.

Is it because I have eaten too much barbecue or drunk too much beer?

Harmful.

I really have to accept my old age!

This stomach really can't stand spicy, irritating and greasy foods.

Mr. Wen put down the bowl and told Butler Li next to him: "Old Li, make me a pack of powder later."

Butler Li was about to answer, but Wen Zichuan had already spoken: "I'm calling the family doctor here."

Mr. Wen: “………”

When the family doctor comes over, he will inevitably have another nagging.

Maybe I have to give him a few more needles.

Wen Jiu curled her lips and her voice was filled with a faint smile: "Brother, look, Zichuan still cares about you very much."

"Concern?" Mr. Wen shook his head, looking disagreeable, "He just wants to harm me!"

Wen Zichuan: “………”

Harm him?

He said with a calm face: "I can't save you even if I see a family doctor."

Mr. Wen: “………”

"Little dimples, what kind of bastard is this?"

Wen Qiye couldn't bear to watch it anymore and couldn't help saying, "Grandpa, don't make any unreasonable trouble. I think my uncle is not wrong in this matter."

Wen Shuyang pursed his lips and said, "Grandpa, my uncle is caring for you. Do you say he wants to harm you? Isn't it hurt my uncle's heart too much?"

Mr. Wen: “………”

Are these two people going to rebel?

Wenjiu felt that the atmosphere at the moment seemed a bit solemn.

Her eyes moved slightly, changing the topic: "Shuyang, I think you should not live in the school anymore."

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Jiu opened her mouth, everyone's attention was attracted by her. How could she still remember the tension just now? Tit-for-tat?

Wen Shuyang looked at Wen Jiu and asked curiously: "Why did my aunt suddenly say that?"

Wenjiu: "I don't think your roommate is very good."

Wen Shuyang nodded: "He is a little strange, so I'll move it back."

I can also go to and from school with my aunt every day, which is really good.

Mr. Wen felt that he seemed a little out of place here, so he forced himself to insert the topic: "Little Dimple, have you ever met Shu Yang's roommate? How could he be strange?"

Wen Jiu whispered: "His roommate loves to take advantage of small gains and does not respect Shuyang's privacy."
Chapter completed!