I'm wrong, Mr.President

Xu Borong felt very uncomfortable when he saw Xu Weiwei frowning. Since they had no mother, Xu Weiwei was almost brought up by him. From small to large, he had never been dissatisfied with any requirements mentioned by Xu Weiwei. But this time, although he loved his sister, he saw his father's sad back, and reason defeated sensibility. He decided not to open his mouth to persuade his father.

Xu Weiwei is standing opposite Xu Borong. She saw her brother, who had loved her since she was a child, standing in front of her, with a painful expression and holding her hands tightly. Because she was too hard, even her joints were a little white.

She knew that Xu Borong felt bad. She lost her mother, but her brother also lost his mother. She can cry recklessly to find her mother, but her brother can't, not only can't, but also take care of her willful.

Lu Mei is the pain of her family, and the project is even more the pain of Xu Wenqing. Xu Weiwei wants to turn around and walk away like this, as if nothing happened. But when she thinks of Zhuo Yixuan waiting for her downstairs, her legs are like lead, and she can't sell at a step.

Brother and sister stood opposite each other, with their own ideas in mind. Xu Wenqing didn't come out in the bedroom for a long time. Xu Weiwei wanted to talk, but her lips moved slightly. In the end, she didn't say a word.

Zhuo Yixuan originally went home according to Xu Weiwei's words, but walking on the road, he was upset when he thought of Xu Weiwei's embarrassed expression.

He parked his car on the side of the road and smoked a cigarette. Meng turned the car around and drove in the direction of Xu Weiwei's house.

When he arrived downstairs at Xu Weiwei's house, he was sitting in the car waiting for Xu Weiwei. Seeing that she hadn't come down for a long time, his whole heart inexplicably lifted up. He opened the door and strode to Xu's house. When he was about to knock at the door, he seemed to wake up suddenly, took back his extended hand and slowly went downstairs.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Zhuo Yixuan said to himself. What right does he have to go to Xu Weiwei's house? Besides, Xu Weiwei has nothing to do with him because she is not embarrassed. If only she could solve her own problems.

He bought a pack of cigarettes in the supermarket, leaned against the car, smoked quietly, looked at the vague figure upstairs, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Xu Wenqing has been standing there. He knows that he is only one door away from his children, waiting for him to agree or not.

He remembered that when Xu Weiwei was a child, she had to get what she wanted. Every time Xu Borong gave her something, she would laugh contentedly for many days. Now, as long as he pushes the door open, walks out and promises to help his daughter, she will also laugh very happily.

He looked again at Lu Mei's still young face and felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

He was only two years older than her, but now he is twenty years older than her.

Until today, he did not know how small human beings are in the face of natural disasters.

Because of the concealment of the company he served, Xu Wenqing could only bear his grief and held a funeral for Lu Mei with the help of his friends. At that time, even Xu Borong endured the pain of losing his mother, taking care of Xu Weiwei and himself. In the face of Xu Weiwei, who was naive and waiting for her mother to go home, he had to pretend not to be sad to comfort her.

Since then, he vowed that he would never accept any projects in his life.

Seeing that his father hadn't come out of the bedroom for a long time, Xu hirong frowned and strode to Xu Weiwei's side. He said in an undeniable tone, "Xu Weiwei, I'll take you home now. You give me up your idea right away. This matter has no discussion in our family."

Then he pulled Xu Weiwei's arm and wanted to drag her away.

Xu Weiwei shook off Xu Borong's hand and said sadly, "brother, I thought you would understand me."

Xu Borong is now convinced that Xu Weiwei is crazy. He desperately controls himself not to lose his temper. Xu Borong holds Xu Weiwei's shoulders and says earnestly: "Weiwei, listen, my brother can pick you what you want and do, even the stars in the sky, but it's really not possible. My father is not young, and you know about my mother. Now you want my father to help you with the project. Do you think about his feelings?" Xu hirong glanced at the still closed bedroom door and continued: "We feel bad without our mother, but doesn't dad feel bad? He's the one who feels the worst when he loses his favorite. But he can't vent, and he has to pretend to be strong to take care of both of us. It's not easy for him. You can't and can't expose his scars at this time."

As he spoke, Xu Borong's tears stayed.

Xu Weiwei saw that she would always be a stable and reliable brother like a mountain in front of her. Now she cried like a child. She looked at Xu Wenqing who was still standing in front of Lu Mei's memorial tablet, raised her white and tender little hand and gently wiped away Xu hirong's tears. She got into Xu hirong's arms, grabbed his clothes and whispered, "brother, I'm sorry, I'm wrong."

Xu Borong gently patted Xu Weiwei on the head and didn't speak.

Xu Weiwei walked out of Xu Borong's arms, walked into Xu Wenqing's bedroom, stood behind him, put her hand around Xu Wenqing's waist, buried her face on Xu Wenqing's back and said, "Dad, I'm sorry for you. Weiwei is not sensible and makes you sad."

She felt that Xu Wenqing's back was a little stiff, and then said, "Dad, this is really my decision to sit down on impulse, but it is definitely not because of the interests of the company that I will come back to beg you. I also have a big part of the reason myself."

"Mom's accident, for the three of us, is the last injury we want to mention. I always know that it's difficult for you and your brother these years, but it's also difficult for me."

"My dream is to become a person like my mother. I have been working hard for this dream over the years. Now I am very close to him, so I hope to get your help."

"I'm gone, Dad. You should have a rest early."

Xu Weiwei said and planned to leave. When he reached the door, Xu Wenqing, who had been silent, suddenly said, "I promise to help you."

Xu Weiwei was surprised and asked, "really?"

Xu Borong was also stunned. He cried with red eyes, "Dad, you..."

"The man is still crying." Xu Wenqing patted his son on the shoulder and then hugged both of them in his arms.

"Your mother has been gone for many years, and some things can't be saved, but your father and you are happy, and your father is happy."

"But I'm only a consultant, not a designer."

Xu Weiwei was so happy that she was about to die. She rushed to Xu Borong's back and smiled, "brother, did you hear that my father is going to help me? Yizhuo is saved."

Xu Borong carried her on his back and said, "yes, I heard you."