"What are you planning?" Although Wei Sushen was facing his father, he was very respectful in his attitude, but he spoke bluntly.
The man suddenly took a step forward, picked up the garbage on the ground and threw it into the trash can. His eyes were bright and dark under the light and shadow, always unpredictable.
The boss noticed that the atmosphere between the two was not right: "Do you... know each other?"
"My father," Wei Sushen paused, "Wei Ye."
The boss pursed his lips, realizing that the father and son were not getting along, and then he tried to smooth things over: "What a coincidence."
The father and son came to a place to work.
He had never been good at socializing, so he didn't think it was appropriate to say these two words. He added, "A family should be neat and tidy."
After saying that, he lowered his head in shame. What the hell was going on?
Language is an art. For the first time, the boss realized the importance of communicating with people more often.
But seeing that Wei Sushen showed no signs of anger, the boss had a good impression of him.
The cafe is usually at its peak dining hours in the evening, but just yesterday, a Western restaurant opened across the street, diverting quite a bit of customer traffic. The owner, however, is quite open about it: "This kind of thing happens all the time. As long as the food tastes good, repeat customers will naturally come."
When there are no customers, Wei Sushen will use this time to correct homework.
Not only did the boss not mind, he also provided a cup of hot coffee.
There are some things that everyone knows, but they don't reveal them.
It's like the boss has realized that Wei Sushen's purpose of coming here is not pure, but he is unwilling to delve into it. The boss has already caused enough trouble when he was young and frivolous, and one more person might be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
This should have been one of the few moments for Wei Sushen to relax. Fang Shan would not disturb him, and the slightly bitter coffee effectively stimulated his spirits.
But today——
"Please move aside." Wei Ye took the mop and sat down to clean seriously. He had a magical temperament, and even when he was bending over, he still seemed superior.
Wei Sushen stopped grading and made way.
Wei Ye raised his eyebrows secretly. In the past, Wei Sushen would definitely have ridiculed him.
"You're not angry?"
Wei Sushen: "It's just a small matter."
Wei Ye frowned. He had some understanding of his son. Wei Sushen had a temper... He lacked patience. Not only was he harsh to others, but he also had abnormally high demands on himself.
Unfortunately, Wei Sushen reacted calmly to any subsequent provocations.
After meeting Fang Shan, his patience grew day by day. If he continued to live with his previous personality, Fang Shan would sooner or later cause him trouble.
After being subjected to cold violence for several days, Wei Ye was finally let into the house by his wife today.
The father and son walked in one after the other, ignoring each other.
Wei Ye's wife is Jiang Meiling. The Jiang family is a wealthy family, and her marriage to Wei Ye was a mutual one, a match made in heaven. As a woman, Jiang Meiling had practically the best of both worlds: a husband who was outwardly aloof but attentive, two healthy sons, and a prosperous life. The only unpleasant thing was the strained relationship between her husband and their eldest son. From another perspective, their personalities were so similar that it was understandable that they disliked each other.
After Wei Sushen came back, he said nothing and went straight upstairs.
Jiang Meiling glanced at Wei Ye: "That's your son, not an enemy."
The sinister nature in Wei Ye's bones was much more restrained in front of his wife: "He is an excellent son and the most qualified heir, but he must first live a decent life."
Jiang Meiling frowned slightly, but still listened to him.
"I like to take radical actions and am indifferent to others. I'm almost 30 years old and I don't even have a single friend."
"Big brother is only twenty-seven." The little fat man reflexively rejected it.
Wei Ye glanced over and the little fat boy immediately sat up straight. He didn't have the ability like his elder brother to dare to talk back to his father.
"Besides, my eldest brother has no friends, but he has a lover."
"...What did you say?" Jiang Meiling and Wei Ye looked at him at the same time.
The little fat boy was frightened by the stare.
Although Jiang Meiling had been back for a few days, Fang Shan had been living in Wei Sushen's mind recently, and the two hadn't officially met. As for the servants in the house, they wouldn't talk about such romantic matters.
"Big brother, he has a little lover," the little fat boy said intermittently, "She lives at home."
"Impossible." Jiang Meiling: "I have never seen a stranger at home."
The little fat boy curled his lips and muttered, "How can I hide my beautiful girl in a golden house and let others see her?"
Jiang Meiling remained silent. Her youngest son never dared to lie in front of them. There was at least a 70% chance that this story was true.
Instead of asking Wei Sushen directly for confirmation, he asked, "What kind of person is he?"
The little fat man thought about it for a while, then clenched his fist and said solemnly: "Flirting!"
…
If Fang Shan knew that his role as a flirtatious lover was secure, he might even feel proud.
However, at this moment, he was squatting outside the bathroom, plotting something bad.
Wei Sushen naturally knew that Fang Shan had not given up on measuring his weight. Now he always locked the door when taking a shower and placed two bottles of good wine outside.
He had to wash up before Fang Shan finished drinking.
I was a minute late today, and as soon as I opened the door, Fang Shan stuck half of his head in.
Seeing that Wei Sushen had finished washing, he sighed with regret.
Wei Sushen had already been accustomed to helping him clean up the empty bottles, when he suddenly thought of something: "You used to do this too?"
Fang Shan: "What do you mean?"
Wei Sushen sneered: "Waiting at the bathroom door just to measure your weight?"
Fang Shan quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only pour out a drop. He said, "Only your information is incomplete."
Wei Sushen was speechless, and then he remembered that Fang Shan almost skipped work because of drinking.
"But don't worry," Fang Shan assured, "as my host, you will definitely be very successful."
The promise was sincere, but Wei Sushen looked at him with complicated eyes. It was really the first anniversary of the host's death that had passed.
Looking at Fang Shan's confident look, the words came to his lips but he didn't say anything in the end.
Checking the dashboard again, Wei Sushen noticed his Su Shuang value hadn't changed, remaining below 30, while his Slapping Face value had risen considerably, now remaining below 15. He quickly realized this was likely related to his job at the cafe. During this time, he had intentionally or unintentionally revealed his identity to the boss, hinting at a potential recruit. While the boss hadn't directly agreed, the fact that he hadn't refused indicated there was still room for maneuver.
Cultivate your own power.
I thought it was ironic when I first heard it, but now it has a different flavor.
As soon as his hair was dry, Wei Sushen was forced to sleep. Since the day before yesterday, Fang Shan had one more requirement for him: get up at the crack of dawn.
To this end, he even raised a chicken in the yard. The most annoying thing was that the big rooster started crowing at four in the morning.
Perhaps it was because of the strong smell of alcohol in the room, Wei Sushen had little desire to sleep tonight.
Fang Shan was very strict: "Go to sleep quickly."
Wei Sushen laughed. How could he completely control his sleep?
Fang Shan said with a tone of dismay, "Why did I end up with a spoiled brat like you?"
Instantly, countless dark clouds seemed to gather in Wei Sushen's eyes: "Do you know what would happen if someone else said this in front of me?"
Fang Shan sneered and said, "Come and fight!"
After a long silence, Wei Sushen held his forehead and sighed softly.
…
He wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep well.
Downstairs, the little fat boy was still vividly describing Fang Shan's coquettishness, occasionally revealing his worry: "I think she might be a vixen."
Wei Ye had a headache. His eldest son was too smart, but his youngest son was a little stupid.
The fat boy defended himself, "If it's not a vixen, how could it have seduced Big Brother's soul?" The more he spoke, the more likely it seemed: "See that rooster in the yard? It's probably a token of love from Big Brother."
Foxes love to eat chickens.
Jiang Meiling couldn't bear to listen any longer. She glanced at her husband, whose patience had run out, and winked at Wei Supei: "Go back to your room first."
The little fat boy was immersed in his own world, muttering as he walked: "Why doesn't this vixen seduce me? I heard that sucking its essence can help you lose weight..."
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