Priceless Cute Wife:President's 33 Days of Love

The number of vacations in Wujiang can be counted with one hand.

"Yes, Mr. Li. I want to take a vacation."

Li Jue Feng didn't have any embarrassment. He didn't even have any opinion about the time limit of a few days' vacation. He exiled him like banishing anything

Out of the E.S group building, the road is crowded with people.

Wujiang is facing the same problem.

Unknown direction.

He went to the cemetery. During the day, the cemetery was quiet and peaceful. Black high leather boots stepped on the grass and stopped at a tombstone.

There are weeds on the tombstone, which has not been cleaned for days.

On the tombstone is a picture of an old man, even the picture is gray.

His father.

Because of his escape in those years, he didn't even see his father's last face.

Put a bunch of flowers in front of the tombstone. Wujiang reaches out his hand to remove the weeds one by one and throws them aside.

"Little Lord... Are you little Lord?"

A voice of shock came from the side.

Wujiang turned his head and saw an old man in his 70s standing there on crutches, looking at him in amazement.

Behind the old man is a group of children, as well as children.

It looks like generations are together.

This is the real blessing.

"Who are you?"

Wujiang watched the old man warily, looking at each other's clothes and actions.

He has been around Li Jue Feng for many years, and he is absolutely alert to any strangers and things.

"Young master, I'm the servant of master Wen. Do you remember?" The old man was also looking at him, probably thinking that the more he looked, the more likely he was. His deep concave eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

Servants to serve

"Are you old and young?"

Wujiang was stunned. More than ten years later, qinglao was so old that he couldn't recognize it.

"It's... Cough, cough."

The old man was excited, and immediately directed a group of children around him, "don't call the young master soon."

"Little master."

A group of people did not dare to doubt and bowed respectfully to Wu Jiang.

"The writer is gone, and I'm not a little master." Wujiang said that he was used to bow to others.

"The master has been waiting for you to go back... Alas."

Even though he couldn't walk steadily, he insisted on kneeling down in front of the tombstone and kowtowing for three hours. He sighed and said to the photo on the tombstone, "after my master passed away, I went abroad with my children. When I return home this time, I must come to see him..."

Wujiang stood still.

Looking at the children and grandchildren behind the young and old, I suddenly thought of my father's approval: children are more blessed.

Life is different.

If the criticism is true, the father will not even cover the picture on the tombstone with dust.

Wen family, but the end in the hands of their three brothers and sisters.

……

On the way back, Wujiang said, "where does qinglao know Wenchi has gone?"

"The scum of the literary family..." qinglao was so angry that he hit the ground with a crutch. "He wanted to swallow the literary family '! Damn it

Obviously, the information that the young and old people get is not accurate.

If you know that he is still working for Li Jue Feng in Wujiang, I don't know how to feel.

Along the way, qinglao scolded Wenchi for a long time, and his face changed again and again, which worried his children.

Wujiang just listened quietly.

……

Wujiang went in the opposite direction when he was separated from qinglao. One of qinglao's sons caught up with him and said, "little Lord, there's something I don't know whether to say."