The president is cold during the day and kisses at night

Chapter 28 Baby~
"Little sister."

"Why did you call suddenly? Do you miss your brother?"

Wen Xingzhi's Beijing accent is a kind of casual and playful tone, just like his profession, he is good at drawing and playing with mud, uninhibited and free and easy.

Wen Qing heard her brother's voice on the phone, and suddenly felt missing, and her voice became soft and soft: "Well, I miss you."

There was a sudden silence on the phone.

Wen Qing was about to ask what's the matter, Wen Xingzhi said: "I think, should I fly back immediately, stand in front of you, wait for you to fall into my arms, and then I'll tell you, I miss you very much too , baby."

Call one by one, seamless conversion.

Wen Qing succeeded in being numb.

"If you come back, Dad will beat you to death." She had to remind Wen Xingzhi, because he left home to engage in art and mud, and Wen Xingzhi and Wen's father had quarreled countless times. Is Wen Xingzhi right now? A homeless vagrant.

Wen Qing heard Wen Xingzhi on the other side of the phone laughing, and when he laughed in a Beijing accent, it became even more out of shape.

"Baby."

Wen Qing: "Speak human words."

"Little sister." He said in a lazy Beijing accent, "Brother will come back today to see if our father can really beat his own son to death."

Wen Qing suddenly became serious: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it is..." Wen Xingzhi said lazily, "I'm just kidding."

Wen Qing's mouth twitched.

Wen Qing didn't know if Wen Xingzhi had already seen the news about Fanmao's auction, but she mainly mentioned this matter on the phone, so she asked, "Have you seen the news about Fanmao's auction?"

"See, why, do you want my brother to take you there?" Wen Xingzhi's tone was overly pampering.

Wen Qing said: "There are paintings by Master Ru Xin at the auction, and he may appear in person, so are you going?"

Wen Xingzhi hesitated for a few seconds before answering her: "You should... go."

Such a good thing, just supposed to go?
Why can't Wen Qing believe it?

"Little sister."

Wen Xingzhi called her on the phone.

Wen Qing responded, and heard Wen Xingzhi ask her: "Are you rich?"

Wen Qing suddenly fell silent: "..."

The voice of Wen Xingzhi on the other end of the phone pretended to be pitiful: "Brother has been playing with mud recently and can hardly afford to eat. How about lending me some money? It's not much, 200 million is enough."

Wen Qing's silence was unsteady, and he coughed softly into the phone: "What else do you eat, don't you feel full after eating mud?"

"Little sister, do you have the heart to watch your brother live on the street?"

"..."

He played the family card cunningly, and he never paid back the money.

"200 million no..."

"100?"

"But 100 million..."

"Then 100 million, you hurry up and transfer it to your brother's account, don't worry, my brother will pay you back the principal with interest, and then I will give you a big gift when the time comes."

Wen Xingzhi, who has been a fan of painting all his life, said calmly that he should go back after learning that Master Ruxin's paintings will be auctioned at Fanmao, and even that Master Ruxin himself will appear. Short of money, powerless.

Wen Qing gritted her teeth and asked, "Did you install surveillance on my card?" That's all she had, so she had reason to suspect that Wen Xingzhi had installed surveillance on her bank card.

Wen Xingzhi smiled slowly: "Where is the monitoring installed, my brother is staying in your bank card."

Wen Qing: What a bad luck.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qing began to pull out her hair to regret. She also liked Master Ru Xin's paintings, but she was not as crazy as Wen Xingzhi, she just admired them. After all, she is a famous master of traditional Chinese painting, and she was going to go with him when the time came .

Well now, it's like a scam call and the money was scammed.

(End of this chapter)