Chapter 26

College graduates always have all kinds of confusion when facing society. Some hope to stay in first-tier cities, even if they suffer as migrant workers in Beijing. Some have already arranged a way out for their families, so they pack their bags and set off on a journey home.

Wen Yancheng naturally couldn't return to his hometown, especially when he knew that he was not the biological son of the old beast Wen Ergou, and he hated the mad dog who beat him up every day when he got drunk. Since

ancient times, the protagonists of beautiful, strong and tragic stories have an eternal law - the father gambles, the mother is sick, and the younger brother studies. He has just started and is not familiar with the job. He has no income to take care of the child, so he has no choice but to go on a road of no return.

Although Wen Yancheng has no money, Long Aotian is ambitious and will never do a job that makes money quickly but is dirty.

Especially since Mu Qingliu promised to help him find his biological father, Wen Yancheng is filled with a certain expectation.

At this moment, Wen Yancheng has no specific idea about his biological parents, as long as they are not as disgusting as the fake father.

In short, although Long Aotian will reach the height of covering the sky with one hand in the future, he has always had a magic needle hanging in his heart, and he is positive and motivated in doing things, and is impartial.

Wen Yancheng's injury has almost healed, and with the help of Mu Qingliu, he moved into an old community with a more reasonable rent.

Wen Yancheng did not study fine arts, on the contrary, he majored in mechanical engineering. The reason why he had an unfortunate fate with Song He was that when he was about to graduate from university, some dormitories were renovated and students from different departments were mixed together.

After all, Wen Yancheng was young, and when the accident just happened, Mu Qingliu gave him very appropriate medical treatment, and the sequelae left were almost zero.

He has now temporarily found a temporary worker in the factory, while working, accumulating experience, and when the time is right, he will take the engineer level certificate.

Moreover, he has to save money.

If Mu Qingliu helps him find his biological father, he will definitely charge a large sum of money.

Wen Yancheng didn't say anything about this, but he agreed with the other party's approach in his heart.

It is most reliable to use money to maintain a relationship with someone who is not needed as a friend.

There are various types of large machinery in the factory. Wen Yancheng often follows the maintenance workers to inspect them. The machines look huge and cold, but they are actually no different from beasts. Once they are familiar with all the scales, they will only listen to you.

The work in the factory is very busy. Sometimes you have to work until the early morning, and then you can go home to rest under the stars.

As usual, Wen Yancheng fought with the maintenance team all night and stayed up until three in the morning before he pulled himself out of the mud, simply wiped his handsome face, and prepared to go home to take a shower, change clothes and come back to work.

During this time, the streets are dark and deserted, especially in a small alleyway where there is not even a light.

Wen Yancheng frequently travels in this section of the road. As an upright man, he does not care what dangers are waiting for him.

When Wen Yancheng walked a few dozen meters in the dark alley, a strange cat cry suddenly sounded around him. The

cat's cry pierced the silence of the darkness, making everyone who heard the movement feel numb.

Then there was a slight sound similar to the rubbing of a palm on metal.

The experience of being beaten immediately aroused someone's vigilance.

Wen Yancheng stopped moving forward and listened quietly to the noises around him. He suddenly turned around and started running in the direction he was heading.

Seeing that the target figure had figured out the trick, the bodyguards hiding in the surroundings all rushed out.

All the bodyguards assigned this time were rigorously trained bodyguards, completely different from the wild ones, and their tracking speed was even faster.

Wen Yancheng secretly cursed, could it be that he really had to hide somewhere for the rest of his life and be chased by someone in the dark? !

That's right.

The long, bouncy bubble showed that it was a stranger named Qiu Ziyang who hated him and wanted to kill him many times.

Wen Yancheng secretly vomited in his heart.

Did I eat their rice or spend their money to create such a deep hatred? !

The bodyguards' frantic footsteps seemed to catch up!

A black van suddenly rushed out from the opposite corner of the street, successfully blocking Wen Yancheng's way, blocking his footsteps, and then braked in front of Wen Yancheng at lightning speed, opened the door in an instant, stretched out his arms to grab him, pulled the panting protagonist into the car, and then drove away.

Seeing the fat meat in front of his mouth, he was rescued in an instant, and the chasing bodyguards were so angry that they shouted and cursed.

The captain of the bodyguards summoned up his courage and called his employer in the middle of the night to apologize, saying, "Mr. Qiu, I'm sorry, the brat surnamed Wen was intercepted by someone."

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usual social activities of the upper class are relatively boring and tedious. They usually play golf, attend charity dinners, or yacht parties, and enjoy top-notch cuisine in mid-air.

Mu Qingliu was well-dressed and shuttled among a group of men in suits and leather shoes. Although the clothes for the charity dinner were basically mature and stable dark colors.

Only a person like Mu Qingliu can wear a pure black handmade suit to be as low-key and luxurious as a black pearl.

At this moment, there was another boy following Mu Qingliu closely, wearing a beige and gray wool nylon three-piece suit of different styles, and he also looked like a handsome man.

The two top handsome guys instantly turned the mediocre and boring charity banquet into an extremely eye-catching landscape.

Wen Yancheng followed him cautiously. For young people, attending a big event for the first time, even if they have the gene to break through the sky, they will still have an inexplicable illusion of panic. Mu Qingliu

handed him a glass of wine and said lightly, "Relax, hold something in your hand, so you won't show any signs of timidity."

After Wen Yancheng was rescued again, he was sent to make a suitable suit, and then attended a dinner party of the upper class.

Along the way, he heard a lot of topics about Mu Qingliu.

Mysterious, elegant, dignified and graceful, huge wealth, the first in the capital, and other popular titles are all used to describe the man in front of him.

It was as if a whole dictionary of adjectives was poured into Mu Qingliu's body.

Wen Yancheng never admits defeat.

At this moment, he was somewhat ashamed of himself.

Some people are born in Rome, and success is just a common occurrence, a delicious side dish.

Wen Yancheng thought: I may never be able to catch up with Mu Qingliu in my lifetime, or even in my next lifetime.

Mu Qingliu handed him a wine glass to conceal his emotions. It was a very small trick, like a drop of water wearing away a stone, a rope sawing through a piece of wood.

One day, Wen Yancheng would not be a threat to him again.

Mu Qingliu calmly dealt with the men and women who kept coming to chat with him. He was casual and indifferent, and his attitude during socializing absolutely did not make people feel any discomfort .

The more versatile and meticulous a person is, the more difficult it is to offend him when he is ruthless.

Wen Yancheng is a cold person, with a frosty face that is very rejecting, and he himself does not like to have close contact with irrelevant people.

Seeing that Mu Qingliu was busy with socializing, he slowly moved to the side by the window and drank the red wine in the glass alone.

After a while, Mu Qingliu followed.

Wen Yancheng carefully observed Mu Qingliu's handsome and noble face and his impeccable social etiquette through the crystal-clear glass window.

Mu Qingliu, on the other hand, was looking at the tall buildings standing tall and the lights shining outside the window.

At a certain moment, the relationship between the two had changed in the dark.

Wen Yancheng regained some of his lost self-confidence and asked, "Mr. Mu, you saved me, and I am very grateful, but I really can't figure it out. I don't know why you brought me to such an occasion. Don't you think that I was born to be incompatible with such an occasion?"

Mu Qingliu did not respond to his words, but approached the edge of the French window little by little, with his dark eyes shining brightly, and poked his fingers straight into the many figures reflected between the windows.

Amid the clinking of glasses and the tangled hair, there was an older man who was surrounded by a group of people in the center. His face was as cold and ruthless as Wen Yancheng's, as if he didn't like too many people getting close to him.

Wen Yancheng pointed at the man's shadow and said calmly, "Long Zhicheng, the richest man in Beijing, controls hundreds of joint-stock companies, and is the head of an old-school wealthy family that is almost comparable to the Mu family."

"This is your biological father."

Wen Yancheng was hit on the head, and was more dizzy than the day of the accident. He almost couldn't hold the wine glass in his hand, and the red wine spilled some on his palm during the shaking.

Mu Qingliu knew that Wen Yancheng would have to go through a third assassination attempt next and unexpectedly reunite with his biological father in the hospital.

But he thought it was too troublesome. Why not

just artificially shorten the time difference and facilitate the protagonist's recognition with his biological father earlier?

...

No.

Mu Qingliu slightly curved the corners of his lips.

In fact, it was just to delay a little time.

Wen Yancheng calmed down for more than ten minutes before he mustered up the courage to look at the crowd. Long Zhicheng's unhappy expression had become a sign, and the bees and butterflies that surrounded him withdrew tactfully.

"Could it be that my life experience is..."

Mu Qingliu only saw the protagonist for a few times and could tell what type of person this person was from his skin to his internal organs.

Wen Yancheng would definitely not be like some people who would rush up to hug the big guy and call him daddy.

Sure enough, Wen Yancheng's cold expression shattered completely. The complexity of his heart could not be easily described in words. He could only frown repeatedly to explain the knot in his heart.

Is this man really my biological father? !

This man who is so popular, rich, and high in status, is really my father? ! !

Wen Yancheng wanted to roar and curse God for arranging such a horrible truth for him? ? !

His biological father is so high and mighty! And now he has accomplished nothing, a mere factory worker, how can he rush up and recognize the other party without caring about anything!

Wen Yancheng's teeth kept grinding, as if he was going to bite the roots off.

Mu Qingliu saw through the situation but did not say anything. He said in a furious tone, "Let's go and meet each other first."

"No!" Wen Yancheng flatly refused to accept such a suggestion. "It is totally unsuitable for me to meet him now. In his eyes, I'm nothing, a fool who has accomplished nothing, a mere grass. How can I take the initiative to meet this Mr. Long with such a flattering attitude!"

"I don't want our first meeting to leave such a bad impression of each other!"

Wen Yancheng turned around to leave but was stopped by Mu Qingliu in time.

"You are quite impressive."

Mu Qingliu said sincerely, "I can understand you. In fact, your so-called sense of gap is just because of your self-esteem."

"You feel that you have become accustomed to being ordinary and plan to walk an ordinary path all your life. Suddenly someone tells you that you are extraordinary, and the idea instilled in you since childhood is to tend to be ordinary. How to adapt to the extraordinary is a life problem you have never considered."

"Actually, you can ask me for help."

Mu Qingliu likes to throw out an olive branch at critical moments. After all, Jiang Gong is casting a hook, and those who are willing to take it will take it.

"I can help you achieve glory. When you get used to standing on a high ground and facing your real relatives, you will naturally not have any sense of timidity."

Mu Qingliu does what he says, and he is very capable. He will never lie to others with empty words.

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Wen Yancheng reacted very quickly, "How much do you plan to charge this time?"

Mu Qingliu's slender fingers slowly hit the wall of the cup, making a crisp sound.

"Write an IOU for 50 million. Don't worry, I will help you succeed and help you avoid assassinations by enemies. This little money is not a problem for you with a promising future."

Mu Qingliu returned to the Mu residence, and his mood seemed particularly good. Even the driver who drove out to pick him up could clearly feel it.

The corners of the gentleman's mouth curled up several times for no reason tonight, with a long and meaningful sound.

Mu Qingliu's car was parked downstairs, and Song Yin hadn't gone to bed yet.

The doctor on duty at home said that Mr. Song was particularly cooperative with the treatment tonight. He was very enthusiastic and not sleepy at all.

Mu Qingliu said, "What a coincidence." He asked the nurse to take the cashmere blanket and sent him out.

The little vegetative man now had a chance to go out occasionally. He didn't care that it was dark and windy. He was happily sent to the car and placed in Mu Qingliu's arms.

Song Yin had a very sensitive nose and quickly discovered that he had been drinking. He frowned and thought.

[Maybe he went out to drink wine. It's too much. He left me alone to suffer among the doctors! ]

[凸(艹皿艹)]999+

Mu Qingliu's big hands touched the person in his arms, who seemed to be getting more energetic and more elastic every day. The fleshy buttocks in his palms rolled up with a slap.

"You can speak now, your eyebrows are almost wrinkled into a lump of iron, why don't you speak?"

Open your mouth and ask me, have you been drinking wine?

"Or," Mu Qingliu's fingertips fiddled back and forth between Song Yin's lips until they opened a soft seam of flesh and touched the tightly closed teeth.

"Want me to read your tongue? Pinch your tongue?"

[Listen, what nonsense is the pervert saying every day! ]

[If I weren't a stutterer, I would have cursed all his ancestors! ]

[People who drink wine are right! 】

【(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣皿￣///)】

Mu Qingliu blew a breath of warm alcohol into his ear, which made Song Yin's ear itch all the way to his heart.

【He is so annoying. I won't open my mouth today. I'll make him angry to death so that I can become a widower!】

The car was already driving slowly out of the house.

The five senses and six perceptions of the little vegetative man were recovering better and better. The faster the light and shadows in front of him changed, the more it showed that he was breaking through the shackles and running towards the free street.

Mu Qingliu slowly changed his gestures, kneading his wife's stiff back bit by bit, letting the little vegetative man lean on him in his arms.

[Why is Mr. Mu's heartbeat so fast? He must have done something bad, that's why his heartbeat is so fast!]

Something bad?

Mu Qingliu thought about it.

Probably, he did do something a little bit.

His chin was close to Song Yin's fluffy hair, circling around it non-stop.

After enough tenderness, he opened his mouth after a long time.

"Song Yin, do you want to go to work?"