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Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Wen Ye Shiqu didn't pursue the question to the end, and it was the same to ask Wen Zhuo later.

Hurrying downstairs, Wen Zhiyan raised his eyes and saw the man sitting on the sofa, and the alarm bell rang in his heart.

"mom."

When Wen Yi saw her, it was as if she had seen a savior, and she looked at Wen Zhiyan who came downstairs with red eyes.

The vase was shattered to pieces, and Wen Yi hasn't been able to finish picking up the pieces on the ground since she picked it up just now.

As soon as she raised her head, the five distinctive fingerprints on her face broke into Wen Zhiyan's field of vision instantly.

Her face changed suddenly, and she hurried over as the nurse was eager.

Before she could get close, someone rushed out and pulled her over.

Wen Zhiyan frowned, and when she saw that the person holding her was Wen Zhuo, her complexion turned slightly better.

"What are you pulling me for?"

"Mom, don't go up and mess up." Wen Zhuo glanced at Fu Juncheng, and whispered a few words in her ear.

After Wen Zhiyan finished listening, he noticed that the vase on the stairs was missing. It was an antique collected by the old man.

Turning her gaze, she saw the debris piled up beside Wen Yi, and her heart sank.

It's over, and the old man's meal must be inevitable.

She looked at Wen Yi, angry and distressed, knowing that Fu Juncheng was here, why did she want to provoke Gu Qingning, she was just asking for fun.

Wen Yi's legs were sore from squatting, she looked at Wen Zhiyan begging for help, with an aggrieved look, "Mom."

Wen Zhuo grabbed Wen Zhiyan, looked up at Wen Yi, and said cruelly, "Sister, you should hurry up and pick it up."

Pick them up early and finish things early, don't drag them all down.

Wen Yi glared at him, and kept scolding him for turning his elbows outwards in her heart.

Wen Zhiyan looked at Fu Juncheng, after careful consideration, he could only be cruel and did not go up to help.

Seeing this, Wen Yi had no choice but to accept her fate and continue to pick it up.

Ah Zhen was holding a bowl. When she passed the living room, she saw that Wen Yi was still picking up pieces of the vase. She didn't dare to stay, and hurried upstairs.

When she came to the room, Ah Zhen took the bowl and walked to the bed, "Here is the soup."

Gu Qingning reached out to take the bowl, and sniffed it close to the tip of her nose.

Wen Ye stared at her with curiosity.

A dark color flashed in Gu Qingning's cold eyes, and he handed the bowl back to Ah Zhen.

Wen Ye asked impatiently, "How is it?"

Gu Qingning said, "There are some herbs added to this soup, one of which is incompatible with the pills I gave, that's why grandma fainted temporarily."

Wen Ye frowned, what a coincidence?

"Then is there anything wrong with this soup?"

Gu Qingning's brows and eyes were indifferent, "No."

This soup must be fine, otherwise the old man would not be fine.

Hearing this, Mr. Wen's expression softened, "Since it's the medicinal materials that are mutually restraining, it's fine if you make it clear."

Gu Qingning looked down at the pills on the bedside table, then turned to look at Mrs. Wen, "Grandma, you take these medicines first, and I'll bring you other medicines tomorrow."

Mrs. Wen replied with a smile.

"Qingning, it's getting late, why don't you stay here at night and don't run back and forth."

Gu Qingning's voice softened a little, "No, Ah Cheng is still waiting for me downstairs, I'll leave first if I have nothing else to do."

Wen Ye leaned against the end of the bed with his hands in his pockets, and smiled, "Mom, Fu Juncheng is still downstairs, you can't let him go alone, please keep Qingning here next time."

After hearing this, Mrs. Wen held Gu Qingning's hand reluctantly, "Qingning, then you must come here often."

Gu Qingning nodded, "Yes."

Mrs. Wen just woke up and needed to rest. A Zhen stayed in the room to take care of her, and the others left the room first.

A group of people went downstairs.

Wen Ye walked ahead, and noticed with sharp eyes that the big vase at the top of the stairs was missing.

Immediately, he saw the fragments of the vase on the ground, and blurted out, "Dad, your vase was broken."

Before he finished speaking, the people behind pushed him away.

Seeing one of his treasures shattered into slag, Mr. Wen's heart was bleeding.

"Who broke my vase, which bastard did it?" He was so angry that his beard was about to stand up.

Hearing his furious voice, Wen Zhuo had an unexpected expression on his face.

He glanced at Wen Yi who was squatting on the ground, the bastard is here.

Wen Yi picked up a piece of debris and froze all over, not daring to look back at old man Wen's face.

When she was angry just now, she didn't think it was a big deal to break a vase, but now that she calmed down, she dared not face Mr. Wen's anger.

The beloved vase was smashed, and Mr. Wen was so angry that he was about to explode, and walked down the stairs in three steps at a time.

After wandering around, his eyes fixed on Wen Zhuo, with suspicion in his eyes, "You broke the vase?"

Suddenly a pot was thrown over, Wen Zhuo shook his head in fright.

"not me."

He can't bear this blame.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person next to him pinched his arm.

Wen Zhuo lowered his head and met Wen Zhiyan's reproachful gaze with a slightly helpless expression.

Obviously he wasn't the one who broke the vase, so he can't be blamed.

Besides, it's not that she doesn't know grandpa's temper. If he touched his treasures and antiques, at least it would be a meal of braised pork with rattan.

He wasn't so stupid to help take the blame, not to mention taking this opportunity to let his sister have a long memory is also a good thing, so as to save her from doing it all the time.

Knowing the old man's temper well, Wen Zhiyan hesitated for a while, but still couldn't bear to jump out and bear everything for Wen Yi, "Dad, I bumped into it by accident."

The anger on Mr. Wen's face was still there, his eyes were foxy.

He looked at her suspiciously, "You broke it?"

Wen Zhiyan nodded.

At this time, Wen Ye said quietly, "Sister, you said you broke the vase, so why is Wen Yi picking up the pieces for you?"

Wen Yi huddled in a corner to minimize her sense of presence, but she was still called by Wen Ye unexpectedly.

When she got nervous, a small cut was cut on her finger by the debris.

She gasped in pain, and the next second attracted the attention of Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen looked at the debris at her feet and immediately guessed what it was.

"You broke it?"

The tone of the question was determined, and there was a hint of anger.

Facing the old man's sullen gaze, Wen Yi panicked, and hurriedly explained, "Grandpa, I didn't mean it."

Mr. Wen didn't believe her, and turned to look at Wen Zhuo, "You were downstairs just now, what did you say?"

Wen Zhuo is in a dilemma, if he knew that he would not come back for dinner, this is all nonsense.

Mr. Wen snorted coldly, "Hurry up and say it."

Leaning on the handrail of the stairs, Wen Ye looked at him with a half-smile, "Wen Zhuo, a good boy can't lie."

The corner of Wen Zhuo's mouth twitched.

Is there an uncle who gloats like him?

Even if he didn't say it, he wouldn't dare to lie in front of Fu Juncheng. Well, it's not that life is too long.

Wen Zhuo pursed his lips, and said what happened just now verbatim.

Wen Yi almost hated Wen Zhuo to death, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the faces of Mr. Wen and the others.