Chapter 464 Cheng Ruzhu's Husband's Family

Wen Chengyu is the old son of Wen Congwen and Cheng Ruzhu, with a domineering temperament. But it's strange that his only nemesis is peace.

Every time Xiaodouding was so angry that he jumped up, but in a blink of an eye, the two people with a huge age difference began to hug each other and whisper together again, which is indeed a year-end friendship.

Among many uncles, Ping An also likes him the most. Explained in terms of his values: Uncle Wen Chengyu is generous, keeps all the good things for himself, and is his good buddy.

The old man of the Wen family and Mr. Cheng can also be regarded as good brothers who worship. Of course, according to their literati's terminology, they belonged to the irreversible acquaintances.

No matter what kind of friendship it is, since Cheng Ruzhu married Wen's family and the two families became good friends, the relationship has become closer. Similarly, the Wen family treated the Zhou family with respect and courtesy.

Mr. Wen was born in a scholarly family. According to his father's obsession, he should have been studying all his life until studying abroad. It is impossible for him to step into the industry that his family despises most.

But things in the world are unpredictable. In the early years, the Wen family was destroyed by two "eggs" on a small Japanese plane. Only the old man Wen who studied in other places and the elder sister Wen who went out to send living expenses survived.

Due to chance, the siblings went through several twists and turns and joined Mr. Cheng's army. In an accidental accident, Sister Wen died on the front line, causing the only son of the Wen family, Mr. Wen, to take off his military uniform and change his career to set up a national financial bank. He became the first batch of heroes.

Mr. Wen had four children in his life, and the only son who survived was Wen Congwen. Not two years after liberation, he retired early due to serious injuries before the war, and now enjoys his old age at home. And Wen Congwen also inherited his father's business and stepped into the banking industry.

From a scholarly family to a banking industry that stinks of copper, even the elderly Mr. Wen often joked that he never thought that one day he would not use his pen to describe poems and songs, but strings of numbers.

Although Mr. Wen often laughed at himself, judging by arranging his only son to enter his department, he also valued his career.

Cheng Ruzhu married into Wen's family and added two big fat boys to Wen's family in a row, but forgetting the old man's wish for many years of prosperity for his children and grandchildren, he did not expect that many years later there would be a surprise - Wen Chengyu's birth made him ecstatic. When his little grandson grows up, he no longer wants to go to work, and he will raise his grandson himself after retirement.

It is conceivable how domineering this little grandson has been pampered. Fortunately, Wen Chengyu is kind-hearted by nature. For him with a high background, he never thought of bullying others.

This time he fought with outsiders, singled out the two older children, and didn't even want to ask his two older brothers for help. The only thing that wronged him was that his father Wen Congwen beat him up. He really couldn't figure out why he couldn't do justice for the heavens when he saw people bullying little girls?

His father said he was stupid, and now even the three-year-old Douding despised him for being stupid. He asked himself if he was really stupid? But he still didn't regret that he drew his sword to help when he saw injustice on the road.

After dinner, Wen Chengyu took Ping An to play together, and saw the adults chatting with him. He quietly pushed Ping An, and seeing his little man frowning at him, he covered his muffled smile.

"Don't worry. Little uncle just wants to ask you, why do you think I'm stupid? Where am I stupid?"

Ping An glanced at him, then lowered his head to play with the toy.

"I got full marks in school, and my teachers and classmates admired me. I'm still the class monitor. How could I be stupid? I just can't figure out why you all think I'm not smart."

After listening to his nagging, Ping An finally patted him like a charity. Originally, he wanted to pat him on the shoulder like his grandfather did, but unfortunately he soon found out that he was too young to be able to pat him!

"Blood in a fight, but it hurts. Good boys don't do dangerous things."

Wen Chengyu patted himself on the head, and muttered: "I'm such a fool, I thought you could tell the truth. It turns out that I'm afraid of bleeding, what a baby."

Hearing that, Pingan stared at him angrily. Who is milk doll? The milk doll will pee casually, and will cry and beg for mother. He is already a little man, why is he a milk doll?

"Hehe... It's not that you are a milk baby. We, Ping An, are smart and good children. Uncle likes Ping An the most, so he doesn't play with milk baby."

Ping An nodded in satisfaction. After hesitating for a while, I feel that I still have to explain clearly that his uncle Xiaoyu is really stupid.

"For a fight, you need an adult. The bad guy has a knife, and the adult has a wooden warehouse. Shoot the bad guy." After finishing speaking, he sighed pitifully for the other party.

Wen Chengyu choked on his breath. After a while, he asked quietly: "Who taught you this? You are too young to be beaten. When you are as old as your little uncle, you will definitely take revenge yourself, and that will be fun."

Ping An blinked his big eyes, he couldn't understand the other party's thoughts. As long as you can take revenge, why do you have to do it yourself? Since he couldn't figure it out, he planned to ask his grandfather and his parents at night.

Thinking of this, he felt that if he could no longer talk to his silly uncle, he would become a fool himself. This is what his mother said about not being able to communicate, and what his father said about playing the piano.

Wen Chengyu saw him concentrating on putting together building blocks, and soon two houses appeared. Just about to tell him not to play, and to find something to eat with himself, he didn't want to but saw Ping An put the wooden cart on the roof.

He hurriedly shouted: "Wrong, wrong. Is there a car on the roof? Just put it in front of the house. The car can only be driven on the street."

Ping An rolled his eyes at him, and continued to put two cars on the roof, a few wooden figures on the street, and a small yard on the other side.

Soon, after Ping An piled up, he happily introduced to him: "Uncle Xiaoyu, look at this way, the children will have no cars when they go to the street, and they can go wherever they want."

Wen Yu was speechless. Without a car, he didn't want to kill people. What are you happy about?

Here, Mrs. Cheng gathered around to finish chatting about the Northeast and Wen's affairs.

Mr. Wen has never lived in the unit's public housing, and now three generations of the Wen family live in their own courtyard. This time, Cheng Ruzhu allocated a new building. According to her family's three sons and the husband and wife, there are five heads, and she was lucky to be allocated a two-bedroom, one living room with an area of ​​about fifty.

She was reluctant to give up, but as a daughter-in-law, she couldn't leave her parents-in-law behind. The upper and lower floors are full of leaders and colleagues from the Commercial Bureau, so the influence is not good. Colleagues who didn't get a share had to poke their backs and scold them.

Because of this, Cheng Ruzhu was worried, and wanted to talk to her parents-in-law, but she was afraid that the old man would think too much. Those who didn't know thought that the daughter-in-law disliked her parents.

Mrs. Cheng mentioned this as a joke. From her point of view, being a girl is really stupid—wouldn't it be enough to just ask the elders at home for their opinions? What more euphemistic reason is needed?

How did the misunderstanding come about? It's just that the two sides didn't meet each other frankly, and speaking frankly would reduce the gap. If you don't communicate, how will others understand?