There is this risk in rebirth. Wen Xiaoguang thought about it. If this guy finds that you really call this name when he is reborn, his mentality will jump instantly.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Chunxiao is actually very bad, maybe there is something wrong with the word spring.

His psychological activities were very strange. He thought about it for a few minutes and the old man from the Wen family had already got off the bus, and the one who followed was a large family.

The old man is 89 years old and is really old. He has a silver hair and a tilted mouth. He said he was left behind in the war years before, but he seems to be not confused and can still walk with his granddaughter.

Their sons are also old men, the old man is sixty-six and the second uncle is sixty-three.

Wen Chunliang from the old man's house is logically the cousin of the two brothers, but he is already a middle-aged man in his forties. His son is the most stunning and must look 1.8 meters tall. He wears it tonight very formally.

Wen Chunliang has less hair than the three old men, his forehead is bare and he wears thick glasses. Wen Xiaoguang remembers that his sister said that he was a scholar and was doing research.

The second uncle's family is still the granddaughter of a pair of twins, and he really is like a family of four generations.

Wen Xiaoguang suddenly felt that the Wen family here should be not bad either. There are so many people and strong genes. They should be handsome and beautiful.

He looked at the group of people opposite him, and they also looked at him.

Wen Xiaoguang has appeared in the Wen family.

"Do you feel a little sorry?" the sister suddenly asked him in a low voice.

"Why?" Wen Xiaoguang was puzzled.

"I suddenly remembered my parents. Even if they were together, they would definitely feel extremely proud of you."

At such moments, you will indeed think of parents who were not valued in the past.

He rubbed his sister's shoulders as comfort.

“Happy.”

"I'm happy."

When you get there, go and have a look. According to the principle, Wen Xiaoxiao is his sister, but the person in charge has obviously become Wen Xiaoguang. From a corporate organization to a family structure, or even a husband-wife relationship, whether your speech is effective is almost determined by your economic status.

In today's society, a person's ability has been interpreted by reality as profitability.

But it is good to Wen Xiaoguang because he has money.

Today, the old man’s family has 5 people, the old couple, a pair of children and a young grandson.

The second uncle has 6 people, the old couple, and the old couple has a pair of children and the twin granddaughters.

There are twelve of the elderly who are counting eighty-nine.

"Is it the one in front?" Wen Chunliang asked as he saw a young man walking down the stairs in front.

Both of his peers came back from abroad. There are small buildings to live in in a vast and sparsely populated place, but they are far from the place where they set foot tonight.

Too exaggerated.

"Yes, right? Xiaoxiao is behind."

"Let's go."

The older generation has retired and will not talk about it.

Wen Xiaoguang's generation, Wen Chunliang is a scholar, and Wen Chunmei is a normal employee in an American architectural design company. Wen Chunchen is not very talented. He is a small employee of a public institution in his thirties. He can't stand it and starve or get rid of his life.

His real sister Wen Chunjing should be the most powerful in this family, working in a top-ranked law firm on the West Coast of California.

Wen Xiaoxiao didn't know much about the next generation. By age, those big guys and twins are their peers.

Seeing the above, I first called the name. The 89-year-old second grandfather asked the children to call out the name they called Wen Xiaoguang. After making noise for several minutes, they all went to the table.

Wen Xiaoguang thought of sitting down and talking, otherwise he would be exhausted from working hard every word he said.

There were sixteen people in total, and the housekeeper made a luxurious room and added a round table. It was much quieter now.

The people in their forties all had smiles on their faces, and the three young people had no expressions and were slightly restrained.

This room is considered to be a person who is indeed related to his blood and has something to do with his family.

Wen Xiaoguang's attitude is still the same. He does not disgust his relatives approaching him. It is not anything to be proud of when he gets betrayal of his relatives, but he will not be a philanthropist without standards.

Wen Xiaoguang said: "First of all, I'll welcome you first. My sister told me that there was something like this. I said that no matter how busy I was, I must meet my relatives at home. So I was very happy to meet my second grandfather, my uncle and my brothers and sisters. I said I would not be so unlucky that I only had such an older sister. I must have an older brother."

The atmosphere was a little stiff, and his jokes made everyone relax.

It caused Wen Xiaoxiao to have a stern look.

"Then what, Xiaoguang, are you drinking?" Grandpa II asked him, as if he was nearly ninety years old and wanted to have a drink with him.

"We all drink a little bit when there is wine. But I can't drink too much. I have to go to Hangzhou to hold an investor meeting tomorrow."

"Conference?" The old man didn't understand.

Wen Chunjing said: "Grandpa, don't think about it. It's a very important lesson. Just work."

Wen Xiaoguang smiled. He didn't deliberately throw these words away. The young man could understand them, but he just listened more and got less contact.

"I won't ask you to drink too much, so why do I have the nerve to ask you to drink too much?" Wen Chunliang, a gentleman, spoke with a soft smell.

The servants at home served wine and were very careful when they opened the seal.

Wen Xiaoguang doesn’t like wine or knows wine. He probably bought it because he is famous.

"Do the children drink?" He faced the three children, one nephew and two nieces. "If you don't drink, I'll ask someone to get you other drinks."

"Drink, it's the first time I met you to pay a cup of tribute to your uncle." Wen Chunjing replied for them, "Although I'm called Uncle, Xiaoguang is about the same age as you, and can drink it. Moreover, this wine is a very expensive wine and is not easy to drink."

She probably knew these people.

The rest of the people heard her say that they looked at the wine.

"I'll drink some." The eldest nephew called Wen Xian. This is the second sentence he has spoken so far. The first sentence is "Good uncle."

"What kind of wine is this?" Wen Chunchen suddenly became interested.

"Louis XIII." His real sister answered him.

I still looked confused after saying it, just like I didn’t say it. At this moment, it was a real picture that others could not see even showing off their wealth.

"Louis XIII, isn't that the Emperor of France?"

Wen Xiaoguang replied: "It is also a brand of brandy. If you like it, bring a few bottles. I still have them here. But I am not a person who knows wine and can't taste the taste. My friend recommended it to me and I chose it only because I said it was good."

"Oh? Let's take a look." Wen Chunchen was not as steady as Chunliang, who was engaged in academics. He picked it up and started to study it, which scared the servants at home.

Wen Chunjing thought of reminding his brother, and did not embarrass him, so he approached and whispered: "Hold it carefully, it's more than 20,000 yuan per bottle."

Wen Chunchen shook his hand and put it down carefully. He no longer laughed and didn't do anything. This bottle of wine was worth his four or five months' salary.

Wen Chunmei, who had never spoken, said, "It's not easy for you two over the years. I've been in the United States for too long and I haven't heard of you siblings relying on each other for life. Thank you for your hard work. I heard that you are your cousin, and I have read a lot of your stories in the newspapers. Today I really want to hear your own story."

These four of them are a regular scholar, a family woman who exudes maternal glory like a mother, a sloppy bastard, and a powerful middle class.

The remaining old man was a foil, while the eldest nephew and the eldest nieces looked at him with admiration, and they could hardly get in touch.
Chapter completed!