The old man Wen nodded. When the group walked out of the airport, there were guards on both sides. It should be the person named Dezi and the middle-aged man. Judging by the standard standing posture, it is likely to be an army >

Although it was early in the morning, there were still paparazzi squatting next to them. Seeing them coming out, they were photographed by magnesium lights. When they wanted to go up to interview, they were blocked by people on both sides. Qin Jing looked at the old man sideways, and slowed down His face was tense again.

Thinking about it, too, I have heard that the old man has been beautiful all his life, where does he not go with his head held high and his face bright?Now he has to wear a hat and a thick scarf, just to hide his face from being recognized by reporters.

Having been beautiful for most of my life, when I am old, I have to travel like this aggrievedly, like a person who can't see the light, how can I not feel depressed?

Sitting in the car, from the respect that the middle-aged man named Wen Hua showed to old man Wen, one can see how vigorous and respected the old man was when he was young. [

While the old man was chatting with Wen Hua, Qin Jing took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Wen Shuang, Chen Xiaoting, and Lan Xiaoxiao.

They both called several times to ask questions, but Qin Jing was afraid to bring up this matter and make the two old people sad, so they didn't answer them all, put down the phone, and she sighed.

Just now that Wenhua said, Wen Rongyan is currently receiving treatment in the hospital, and a disability appraisal should be carried out in the next few days. During this period, in order to quell public anger or other reasons, visits from all relatives and friends are cut off.

Thinking about it, Wen Rongyan's identity and background are too sensitive >

The car slowly drove into the compound, and finally stopped in front of a certain house, compared to the soldiers in City Y>

But what is not good about the Wenjia old house in Y City is the security measures. Except that there are reporters squatting on the road where they drive in to take pictures, but all the way to the door, there are no reporters who dare to surround the car to prevent the car from passing as they did in the old house. .

The highest floor here is only the seventh floor. Wen Jitian lived on the fifth floor. When he opened the door and walked in, the first thing he saw was a woman sitting on a beige leather sofa and weeping. The man sitting next to him was moaning. .

Probably Wen Jitian and his wife, Su Que.

When the two heard the sound, they raised their heads quickly, Su Que started to prepare tea, and Wen Jitian walked over to take the suitcases from Wenhua and Dezi, "Ah Hua, Dezi, my thank you tonight you guys."

Wen Hua patted Wen Jitian on the shoulder, "Brother, I brought the chief here. You and your family have a good talk. If there is anything, remember to come down and find me and Dezi!"

Wen Hua turned around and greeted Mr. Wen and Wen Jili, then opened the door and left.

As soon as the two left, the old man Wen lost his temper and took off his hat and the thick scarf, sticking on his crutches, full of anger.

Wen Jitian bent down and put the two luggage aside, looked at the two haggard old men, and showed shame, "Grandpa, grandma, sit next to me first."

Wen Jitian helped the old lady Wen to sit down on the leather sofa, and when he turned around and saw Qin Jing who was still standing beside him, he forced a wry smile at her, a little embarrassed, "This must be Jingjing, Ji Li I mentioned you to me, I am Ji Li's eldest brother, Wen Jitian. I didn't expect to meet for the first time in such a situation."

Just when Qin Jing was about to answer, the old man's crutches fell on Wen Jitian's body, and the knocks were so heavy and forceful that it hurt even when he heard it.

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