C9 Norrells Weeping (1/2)
”If this girl did not exist, do you think I would hand over the Yun clan to you without worry? In the future, you will treat Weiwei a little better, and will act like the successor of the Yun Family. Otherwise, you will regret it! ”
In the clouds, Xiao narrowed her eyes and looked at the expressionless Xu Wei. Such obvious favouritism, I really don't know what bewitching soup she gave the old man.
Pang Runmei stood up to smooth things over. ”Alright, alright. If there's anything you need, we'll talk about it after dinner.”
He got up and walked into the living room. As he passed Xu Wei, he reminded her: ”You can go back to work tomorrow. A part-time vice president position, take care of the family for grandpa.”
That vice president position, Yun Zhongyu had been assigned to his trusted aides since the first day he took over the Yun family. As a result, he was dismissed by the old man, and it was estimated that his mental shadow area wasn't small.
Sure enough, the action of holding the apple in the clouds stalled a little.
Xu Wei saw this action and responded with a smile, ”Thank you, Grandpa, for your trust. I will do my best.”
He secretly decided that he would take his leave immediately after the meal and go home, lest he stay and listen to the mockery of the clouds.
Everyone had their own thoughts during the meal, so Old Man Yun was in a good mood. From time to time, he would ask his grandson to give Xu Wei food.
Xu Wei didn't drink her tea after the meal, so she tried to find an excuse to say that she was tired and wanted to go back and rest.
The servant had already tidied up the room next door, and Yun Jing let her move in, making it easier for the two of them to cultivate their relationship. Xu Wei was overwhelmed by the favor, and then used the excuse of going home to pack up.
Yun Zhong naturally had no intention of sending her home at this time, otherwise he wouldn't have put on the housedress.
Until the old man said, ”Take Weiwei home.”
”No need. Zhong Yu is injured. Let him rest.” Xu Wei answered first.
The old tutor's expression grew even more downcast. ”It's just some superficial wounds. Why can't you move?”
”But Miyushu has changed his clothes.”
”So what if you changed your clothes? You can just wear it and send it out. It's not like there's any light on it. ”
Xu Wei cooperated with the old man's question and answer session. Yun Zhu stood on the side and watched coldly. That expression was, please do your best.
The steward sensibly brought the car keys over, ”Young Master.”
”Grandpa, please be at ease. I guarantee that you can send your accountant back home safely.”