Seeing that she didn't want to say much, Wen Ye knew the tactful and didn't ask the question to the end. The same would be true when she asked Wen Zhuo later.

Hurry up to the downstairs, Wen Zhiyan raised her eyes and saw the man sitting on the sofa. The alarm bell rang in her heart.

"mom."

When Wen Yi saw her, she seemed to have seen a savior, looking at Wen Zhiyan who was coming downstairs with red eyes.

The vase was broken into pieces. Wen Yi had not been able to pick up the fragments on the ground since she picked it up just now.

When she raised her head, the bright five finger marks on her face instantly broke into Wen Zhiyan's vision.

Her face changed suddenly, and she was eager to protect her daughter and hurried over.

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

Wen Zhiyan frowned, and her face improved slightly when she saw that the person holding her was Wen Zhuo.

"What are you pulling me to do?"

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

After hearing this, Wen Zhiyan noticed that the vase placed at the entrance of the stairs disappeared. It was an antique collected by the old man.

As her eyes drifted, she saw the fragments piled beside Wen Yi, and her heart sank.

After that, I will definitely be beaten by the old man.

She looked at Wen Yi, angry and distressed. She knew that Fu Juncheng was here, so why did she provoke Gu Qingning? Isn’t this self-indulgent?

Wen Yi's legs were sore after squatting, and she looked at Wen Zhiyan with help, looking aggrieved, "Mom."

Wen Zhuo grabbed Wen Zhiyan, looked up at Wen Yi, and said cruelly, "Sister, you might as well pick it up quickly."

Pick them up early and don’t drag them down.

Wen Yi glared at him and kept scolding him for turning his elbow out in her heart.

Wen Zhiyan looked at Fu Juncheng and weighed the pros and cons, but 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.

Azhen held a bowl and saw Wen Yi picking up fragments of the vase when she passed by the living room. She didn't dare to stop and hurried upstairs.

When he arrived at the room, Azhen walked to the bed with a bowl, "The soup is here."

Gu Qingning reached out to take the bowl, leaned close to his nose and smelled it.

Wen Ye stared at her with a curious look on his face.

A darkness flashed in Gu Qingning's cold eyes, and he handed the bowl back to Azhen.

Wen Ye couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"

Gu Qingning said, "There are some medicinal materials added to this soup. One medicinal material is incompatible with the pills I gave, so my grandmother fainted temporarily."

Wen Ye frowned, what a coincidence?

"So is there any problem with this soup?"

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

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

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wen's expression slowed down, "Since the medicinal materials are incompatible, it will be fine if you explain it clearly."

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

Mrs. Wen smiled and replied OK.

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

Gu Qingning's voice was a little gentle, "No, A Cheng is still waiting for me downstairs, I will leave first if there is nothing else."

Wen Ye leaned against the end of the bed with his hands in his pocket and smiled, "Mom, Fu Juncheng is still downstairs. You can't let everyone leave alone. Let's stay here next time."

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

Gu Qingning nodded, "Yes."

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

The group went downstairs.

Wen Ye walked in front and noticed with sharp eyes that the large vase at the entrance of the stairs was missing.

Then, he saw the fragments of the vase on the ground, and blurted out his eyes and said, "Dad, your vase has been broken."

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

Seeing that one of his treasures was broken into pieces, Mr. Wen's heart was bleeding.

"Who broke my vase? Which bastard did a good thing?" He was so angry that his beard was almost raised.

Wen Zhuo heard his angry voice and an unexpected expression appeared on his face.

He looked at Wen Yi squatting on the ground quietly, and the bastard was here.

Wen Yi picked up a piece of fragment and stiffened her whole body, not daring to look back at Mr. Wen's face.

She was so angry that she didn't think it was a big deal to break a vase. Now that she calmed down, she didn't dare to face Mr. Wen's anger.

The beloved vase was smashed, and Mr. Wen was so angry that he almost exploded. He walked down the stairs in two steps in three steps.

After a round of his eyes, his eyes fixed on Wen Zhuo, with doubt in his eyes, "Did you break the vase?"

Suddenly he threw the blame over, and Wen Zhuo was so scared that he shook his head quickly.

"Not me."

He can't take the blame.

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

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

It is obvious that the vase was not broken by him, so he can't take the blame.

Besides, she didn't know about grandpa's temper. If he touched his treasures and antiques, it would be a meal of braised pork with rattan.

He wasn't so stupid to help take the blame, and it was a good thing to take this opportunity to let his sister have a long memory, so she wouldn't be able to keep doing it.

Knowing the old man's temper, Wen Zhiyan hesitated for a while, but still couldn't bear to jump out and take on everything for Wen Yi. "Dad, I accidentally encountered it."

The angry face of Mr. Wen has not faded, his eyes are fox

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

Wen Zhiyan nodded.

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

Wen Yi shrank in the corner to minimize her presence, but unexpectedly she was named by Wen Ye.

When she was nervous, a small hole was cut by fragments on her finger.

She gasped in pain, and the next second it attracted Mr. Wen's sight.

Mr. Wen looked at the fragments at her feet and immediately guessed something.

"You broke it?"

The tone of inquiry was confident, and there was a little bit of anger.

When Wen Yi met the old man's angry gaze, she panicked and explained hurriedly, "Grandpa, I didn't do it on purpose."

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

Wen Zhuo was in a dilemma. He wouldn't have come back to have dinner if he had known. What a mess.

Mr. Wen shouted coldly, "Why don't you say it quickly."

Wen Ye leaned against the handrail of the stairs and looked at him with a smile, "Wen Zhuo, a good boy cannot lie."

Wen Zhuo's mouth twitched.

Is there any uncle who is gloating like him?

Even if he didn't say it, he wouldn't dare to lie in front of Fu Juncheng, right? It's not that he's too old to be too young.

Wen Zhuo curled his lips and said everything he had just said word for it.

Wen Yi was almost hating Wen Zhuo to death. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the faces of Mr. Wen and the others.
Chapter completed!