Chapter 942 You May Not Be Able to Protect Her in the Future

And rumors that Mr. Wen's temper is becoming increasingly violent are spreading more and more in Jinjing.

Now, after finally finding his long-lost grandson, how could Mr. Wen not be excited and want to see his grandson as soon as possible?

Unfortunately, Uncle Qi knew very well that Mr. President might not let Mr. Wen see him——

It was precisely because he understood Wen Zhihuai's plan that Uncle Qi did not dare to agree to Mr. Wen's request.

Uncle Qi waited anxiously, but for a long time he didn't see any movement from the other side.

He called out several times uneasily: "Old man, are you still there?"

Buzzing, buzzing, who would have expected that the phone hung up the next second.

Uncle Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear, and breathed out slowly.

He quickly put his cell phone back in his pocket and was about to turn around and return to the second floor. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw Mr. Wen walking towards the living room with a cane and an evil look on his face.

Uncle Qi turned pale with fright.

Oh my god, isn't Mr. Wen's speed too fast?

Could it be that he just called him to test him?

Rather than really asking the president for his opinion.

Uncle Qi's legs shook slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to greet Mr. Wen.

"Old man, why are you here? Mr. President is working on the second floor. Why don't you sit downstairs and wait for a while, and I will go in and report?"

Accompanying Mr. Wen was Wen Zhihuai's current wife Bai Huien.

Although Bai Hui'en is now about forty years old, she is a rare beauty because of her good maintenance and good foundation.

At first glance, she looks like a woman in her twenties.

However, she has more charm and natural grace than a woman in her twenties.

Moreover, because she had never given birth to a child, Bai Huien's figure was as graceful as a girl's...

From a distance, she looks like Mr. Wen's granddaughter.

She elegantly helped Mr. Wen sit on the sofa in the living room. Then she turned her head, smiled gently, and looked at Uncle Qi.

"Uncle Qi... hurry up and ask Zhihuai to come down. Dad really wants to see Mu Chu and can't wait any longer. Let Zhihuai take Mu Chu down with him..."

Uncle Qi hesitated slightly, his heart as anxious as a cat's paw.

Mr. Wen had a cold face and noticed Uncle Qi's hesitation. He held the crutch and swung it towards Uncle Qi fiercely.

"Bastard, I want to see my grandson, but I can't do it anymore. Boy, call that bastard Wen Zhihuai down quickly. If I can't see my grandson, I won't leave."

The Presidential Palace is very large, and almost every building here is where Wen Zhihuai works.

The Wen family lives in several other buildings of the Presidential Palace.

Therefore, many times, if there is nothing important, the Wen family will not come here to disturb Wen Zhihuai's office.

But today is different. Mr. Wen clearly knows that his son may not let him see his grandson.

That's why he couldn't wait for Baba to come.

Lest it be too late, his grandson would fly away.

Uncle Qi's arm hurt from being hit by the crutch. He smiled coquettishly and rubbed the painful arm.

"You're still laughing, hurry up and ask them to come down..." Mr. Wen's eyes widened and he yelled at Uncle Qi angrily.

Uncle Qi didn't want to be beaten again, so he quickly took a few steps back and nodded.

"Master, please calm down, I'll go report it right now..."

Gu Ci had already entered the study room and told Wen Zhihuai about the commotion downstairs.

A hint of darkness flashed across Wen Zhihuai's eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at Wen Muchu.

"Your grandpa wants to see you. Do you want to see him?"

Wen Muchu stood up slowly and curled his lips in a cold smile.

"Then I want to ask, did the old man approve of your marriage to my mother?"

Wen Zhihuai paused slightly, and his face turned a little pale.

A hint of sadness flashed across his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and fell into silence.

Wen Muchu straightened his coat and replied in a low voice: "If Bai Hui'en hadn't given birth to a son and a half daughters in so many years, I guess the old man wouldn't be so eager to look forward to my grandson, right?"

Wen Zhihuai clenched his palms and sighed slightly.

"Hey...you, do you still harbor resentment in your heart after all?"

"Resent? Haha... I'm just an ordinary person. How can I not complain after being abandoned for so many years? Mr. President, I don't want to see him, so please think of a way." Wen Muchu's eyebrows were full of indifference, and he lowered his voice. The voice replied.

Wen Zhihuai's body trembled slightly, and a look of pain jumped into his eyes.

He looked at Wen Muchu with a sense of loss: "After all, you still refuse to call me father? Or daddy?"

"Sorry..." Wen Muchu looked away and replied with two words.

Wen Zhihuai closed his eyes slightly and rubbed his temples.

Immediately, Uncle Qi came in and told Wen Zhihuai exactly what was going on.

Wen Zhihuai was silent for a long time before slowly opening his eyes and looking at Uncle Qi.

"Lao Qi, please arrange for him to leave through the back door. Don't let him run into the old man..."

Uncle Qi's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't ask any more questions and immediately nodded in agreement.

Wen Muchu immediately turned around and was about to leave the study under the guidance of his seventh uncle.

Wen Zhihuai suddenly stood up from the chair and said to Wen Muchu's back.

"I already know about you and your little girlfriend. Are you sure you will identify with this person for the rest of your life?"

Wen Muchu stopped and slowly turned to look at Wen Zhihuai.

With seriousness in his brows, he replied word for word: "I'm very sure..."

"But... you know? Once you embark on the road of being president, many things will be out of your control. You may not be able to protect her in the future, let alone your children." There was a trace of Wen Zhihuai's expression. Sentimental, he reminded in a low voice.

Wen Muchu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes.

He curled his lips lightly and smiled coldly.

"Mr. President, you have to remember one thing... I... am not you. You can't protect your wife and children, and I will protect them even if I risk my life. So, if you fail, it doesn't mean that I It will also fail."

Wen Zhihuai's hand suddenly grabbed the corner of the table.

After Wen Muchu said this, he followed Uncle Qi and left the study from behind without any further pause.

Wen Zhihuai clutched the corner of the table, and a tingling pain came from his palms.

There was a crystal light shining in his eyes. He lowered his head slightly and glanced at his already red palms.

He sneered mockingly.

Ha... So, no matter how well he manages the S Empire, in people's hearts, he is a good president who is worthy of their praise for hundreds of years——

But none of these successes could offset his failures as a father and a husband.

He sat down in despair, feeling pain in his heart as if it was being torn apart.