The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 254 The Black History of the Female CEO
Working hard in the entertainment industry for the past few years, Zhao Wanqi has seen many storms, and her temperament has changed a lot, even if she is completely reborn, it is not an exaggeration.

Her heart is already strong enough, thinking that even in the face of difficulties from her original family, sister Wanqi should not let herself suffer.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly let go of his worries.

Zhao Wanqi is able to gain a firm foothold in the big dye tank of the entertainment industry and protect herself from being hurt by external factors.

Obviously, she is no longer the Zhao Xiaosong who used to be a strong outsider.

Now she is standing under the spotlight, and she can easily top the audience. She is a confident and independent urban beauty... She must have the ability to solve this matter.

Wen Yan convinced himself over and over again in his heart:
In this world, everyone has their own path they must walk, people they must face, and hurdles they must overcome...

This is an inevitable experience that everyone who wants to grow can't escape.

His current status is only Zhao Wanqi's younger brother, so he can't help her deal with all the difficulties in life like "old father" in every detail.

Moreover, since Zhao Wanqi urged him to leave in the morning, she obviously didn't want him to get involved in her housework.

Even if he calls now and directly asks about this matter, it is impossible for Zhao Wanqi to tell him the truth.

Of course, if Zhao Wanqi was still the one she used to be, she only dared to show her teeth and claws in front of him, but in fact she was cowardly and afraid of life, the Zhao Xiaosun who could cry for a long time with a punch. Wen Yan must not be able to sit still now.

It is impossible for him to watch Zhao Wanqi being bullied, but he is indifferent.

As a visitor from another world, in this world, there are not many people he can care about, and Zhao Wanqi is one of the most important ones.

Alas, since we have decided to trust Sister Wanqi, why am I still upset?

Could it be that I really have the potential to be a daughter's slave?Wen Yan hurriedly threw away this ridiculous thought.

Even if he becomes a slave to his daughter in the future, this daughter will never be Zhao Wanqi. Isn't this inferior?

Even if the greenhouse is messed up with the four seasons and the money is messed up with the age, he must not be a person who corrupts the social atmosphere.

……

Sensing the solemn atmosphere in the living room, Wen Yan shook his head, suppressing the wild thoughts in his heart.

He took advantage of the opportunity to glance at the stern-faced female president, and an imperceptible ridicule flashed in his eyes:

Sister Luo Qi, you are stealing my lines!
The young mature woman misunderstood that Zhao Xiaosong was playing big cards, shouldn't it be me, the younger brother, who took over the conversation and helped explain the reason?
You irrelevant people who eat melons, why can't you help but stand up and hate others?

Aren't you two rivals?

Isn't the mantra that you used to say most often - "One day, sister will tear up that [-]-line artist?"

How do you switch sex now?

Could this be the legendary falling in love and killing each other?

Sensing Wen Yan's strange eyes, Wang Luoxi also realized that his reaction was a bit extreme, and he was shown a joke by the little red guy.

She turned her head sideways, narrowed her eyes, and asked warmly, "What are you looking at?"

Looking at you, I really thought I was afraid of you. Wen Yan replied solemnly: "The tea is cold and affects the taste, let me add some more for you."

"Tsk, Xiaoyan, you are so kind to my sister." Wang Luoxi put his head on Wen Yan's shoulder, like a little bird clinging to her.

Then you quickly let go and glanced calmly at the "gentle caressing" little hand on the outside of his thigh, Wen Yan suppressed his cry.

How much does it hurt to pinch the big Zhou Tian who is pinching a little bit of flesh?

It can only be said that everyone who has a girlfriend should understand! (Cough, this is a single dog, the tenderness that will never be enjoyed.)
Are you spreading dog food? Seeing the sweet expressions on the faces of the two people opposite, Ye Qiuyan ground her teeth secretly, her full red lips were almost bitten flat.

As a victim of family marriage and a young mature woman who has been separated for many years, Ye Qiuyan said that this dog food...

It's so fucking choking!
A relationship that doesn't involve any interests and is pleasing to each other...is really enviable!
However, the identities of these two people are very different, and there is an age gap, so it must be difficult to get together.

As a wealthy daughter from Kyoto, she is very aware of the unspoken rules of these big families——

Now that he enjoys the convenience brought by the family, he will naturally have to pay a corresponding price, such as his own marriage.

Not being able to freely choose a future partner according to one's own preferences is a hurdle that people like them can't get around.

Although Wang Luoqi's surname is not Wu, he is also a direct descendant of the Wu family. How could the Wu family not intervene in her marriage?
Even if Mr. Wu loves this granddaughter and cannot bear to let her become a victim of the family marriage, it is impossible to ignore her marriage.

For a younger generation like Wang Luoxi who is in charge of a large group and has a huge amount of resources in his hands, can the Wu family agree to find a young freshman who has just emerged in the entertainment industry?Can Mr. Wu agree?

Although Wen Yan's appearance is indeed good, and he can beat many young people in the entertainment circle, so what?

This is what the older generation hates the most. Phoenix men who want to rely on their appearance, especially the Wu family, have already suffered a loss more than 20 years ago.

Heh, let alone the Wu family and Mr. Wu, these two people probably won't even be able to pass the test of President Wu.

After all, she has already suffered as a mother, how could she let her daughter repeat the same mistakes?
Thinking of this, Ye Qiuyan's heart stopped for a moment, and instead she felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox was hurt, and things hurt other people.

Alas, although these two people are happy and sweet now, when they will tear their hearts apart in the future... As someone who has experienced it, the young mature woman sighed in her heart.

"Luo Qi, I admit that what I said just now may be a bit wrong. You shouldn't label Zhao Wanqi as a big name just because of a small friction in the work arrangement... But you don't have to, show your affection in front of me."

Having said that, the young mature woman paused, her eyes were somewhat meaningful:

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going well for a while. I'll pass on the matter of the two of you to the small circle in the capital and let the Wu family know. Or when I accidentally meet President Wu in the future, I will accidentally say something wrong?"

"Accidentally slipped the tongue?" Wang Luoxi's watery eyes flashed a chilling light.

Ye Qiuyan shrugged and said without fear:

"I'm just stating a possibility. After all, when everyone is negligent, I can't guarantee that I will keep my mouth shut."

"Hey, Luo Xi, don't blame me for being a big sister. Today I have to remind you that people like us can play around, but we can't be too high-profile."

"And, even if it's a low-key play, you can only choose to play at noon..."

"Noon, what do you mean?" Wang Luoqi raised his eyebrows.

"She wants to say that something will happen to us sooner or later..." Wen Yan shrugged, trying to explain Wang Luoxi's confusion.

This stalk has long been rotten.

But Wang Luoqi didn't find it funny at all, instead he felt offended.

She supported the sofa with her hands, leaned forward, giving an inexplicable sense of oppression, and said word by word:

"Ye Erya, are you threatening me?"

"Pfft, cough, cough..."

Wen Yan, who was drinking water, choked on Wang Luoqi's words, and the tea sprayed out of his nostrils, looking very embarrassed.

Ye Erya?It's a really old-fashioned name.

emmm... why aren't you called Cuihua!

Ye Qiuyan's face froze for a moment, her toes in the slippers curled back and forth, feeling ashamed as if someone had suddenly taken off her underwear.

Ye Erya, a nickname from a long time ago, this is her grandfather's nickname for her.

Because she had a sister above her, but unfortunately she died young, and the older generation is more or less feudal and superstitious, believing in the saying that "it's easy to make ends meet".

So, when he came to her place, Mr. Ye had an idea and gave her the nickname "Erya".

However, since she was eight years old, no one from the elders in the family called it that anymore, and the little friends outside were also worried that she would turn her face, and would never turn to her dark history.

Unexpectedly, Wang Luoqi, who is a few years younger than her, also knows this name, and even shouted it in front of her...

What's the difference between this and whip corpse?
"Where did you know that?" The young mature woman gritted her teeth.

"Heh, you don't want to inquire. I used to have a lot of pony boys. Is there a secret in the small circle in Kyoto that I don't know?"

Wang Luoxi crossed his arms and stared at him, "Basically, I know a little bit about everyone's black history, so plan ahead and be prepared..."

Everyone's black history, you know more or less, and you have to plan ahead...

Ye Qiuyan suddenly understood why no one dared to provoke Wang Luoxi among her peers, and why she was called a "black-bellied girl" in private.

Co-authored, she has been preparing for Yin people since she was a child?
Phew, Ye Qiuyan took a deep breath and calmed down her aura. After a while, she recovered from the embarrassment.

Then, she sat up straight, looked straight into Wang Luoxi's eyes, and paused word by word:

"King! Victory! Nan!"

"Your name seems average, right? Wang Shengnan, Wang Shengnan? It sounds like an old leftover man who can't afford the bride price and nobody wants."

"Director Ye, you're acting a little random." Wen Yan, who was sitting on the sidelines watching the show, was a little unhappy.

With such a nice name like Sister Luo Qi, why did he suddenly become a leftover man?

"I've known Sister Luo Qi for a long time, and she has always been named by her current name. I can understand your embarrassment at being turned black by her history, but you can't just be embarrassed without a basis."

"The name Sheng Nan is too ridiculous. How could a woman like Aunt Wu agree with her daughter's name?"

He looked back at Wang Luoqi, and said with a smile: "You say yes, Luo Qi girl..."

He only said half of the word 'sister', and his smile froze on his face.

Because, from the numb expression of the female president, he could see her true thoughts.

Ye Erya, ah no, Ye Qiuyan wasn't joking, and she wasn't just trying to smear her, she was telling the truth!
Wang Luoqi really called this name before.

I'm giao, who picked this up for you, definitely not the old aunt, Wen Yan took the lead in ruling out this possibility.

He has been with Wu Wanqing for so many years, and he knows that the old aunt is a high-level intellectual, and she has the attributes of a young man in her bones.

Hey, could it be my short-lived ghost father-in-law?
If this is the case, this question is a minefield for the old aunt and cannot be asked easily.

"What's wrong with being called Shengnan?" The master bedroom retorted: "I think it sounds pretty good!"

This is the voice of the old aunt...Wen Yan followed the prestige and saw that Wu Wanqing had already changed her clothes.

She was wearing a long black dress embroidered with cloud patterns, her long black hair was coiled behind her head, revealing her delicate collarbone, plump and bulging, the curve from her waist was suddenly gathered, and her skirt was propped up from her hips, her curves were enchanting.

Tsk, although the old aunt is getting old, there are no traces of time in her eyebrows and eyes, and her skin is as fair as a girl's. Wearing this long black dress, she exudes the dignified atmosphere of a rich and noble lady.

Wen Yan made an evaluation subconsciously in his heart:

Except for the obvious wrinkles around the eyes, simple skin tone, and body curves, the old aunt is no worse than those young women in their early thirties.

But now it's not observation, when these trivial matters, from the old aunt's flat tone just now, Wen Yan heard a trace of anger.

Ah, sister Luo Qi's original bad name, could it be the old aunt who gave it to her?
But that's not the point. The point now is Wang Luoxi's thoughts and how she will react next?
Wen Yan suddenly remembered that on the day the female president adopted him, when he found out that the old aunt, the head of the household, had been kept in the dark and had no knowledge of the matter of adopting a child.

Worried that he would become a black household, he once asked Wang Luoqi a question:
"Why don't you discuss with Aunt Wu and follow the formal procedure to adopt me?"

Wang Luoqi's answer at the time was:
"She always wants a son in her dreams, but she won't raise a son for others!"

Although, at that time, the female president deliberately started the car and took the opportunity to hide her tone, but he still heard a trace of sadness.

So, that is to say, Wang Luoqi's former name is the epitome of the greatest conflict between mother and daughter!

Fuck, today is really a wave of ups and downs, and another wave rises again, Wen Yan swears in the bottom of his heart.

Not long ago, I just stabilized my old aunt and stopped pursuing the sensitive topic of 'fucking in the same room'.

Now Wang Luoqi is very likely, because of his former name, recalling the estrangement in the past, he will be on the verge of explosion at any time.

Md, all fucking rely on Ye Qiuyan, Wen Yan glanced at the young mature woman not far away, full of resentment.

His brain was spinning rapidly, and he said in a Gujing calm tone:
"There's nothing wrong with being called Sheng Nan, but I still think Luo Qi sounds better..."

Glancing at Wang Luoxi who was standing aside with an expressionless face, Wen Yan turned around and blinked frantically at Wu Wanqing.

Auntie, you don't want to lose your daughter either, do you?
Then think about it and answer later.

As a son-in-law, I can only help you so far.

He really didn't expect that a female president with an ordinary black history could also cause thunder!

Lay Ye Qiuyan the fuck!

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and pulled himself out in time. Even if the old aunt fell here, he could still protect himself.

Wen Yan conveyed the message with his eyes, but his mouth continued to ask with the tone just now:

"Auntie, do you think so too?"

……

See you tomorrow~
I will have more.

(End of this chapter)