Rebirth alone

Fortunately, the inexplicable and subtle silence lasted only two or three seconds, and it didn't ferment.

"Good job, Ye Tao didn't hurt you for nothing." Zhou Ziqian didn't seem to notice the short-term stagnation of the two of them, and walked to the entrance and made a gesture of invitation to Gu Jiuqing, "Please, young master, Lao Zhou will send you to school."

As usual, Gu Jiuqing would have cocked his tail and teased Zhou Ziqian a few words, but he didn't say a word, turned his head and went out. His behavior along the way could be called demure.

The car slowly stopped outside the school gate, Zhou Ziqian pulled the handbrake, stopped Gu Jiuqing who was about to get out of the car, took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet, and stuffed them into his hand: "If you can't eat the food in the cafeteria, come out and eat, don't be wronged Own."

This is not the first time that Zhou Ziqian gave Gu Jiuqing pocket money. Since Gu Jiuqing lived in school, Zhou Ziqian often gave him money behind Ye Tao's back. Beneath the bento bag.Gu Jiuqing was also not polite to him, at most he sent a voice message to him while eating lunch, and said thank you in a foolish way.

"Uncle Ye gave me the food expenses." Gu Jiuqing felt awkward for some reason, and wanted to return the money to him.

"Uncle Ye gave food expenses, and Uncle Zhou gave nutrition expenses." Zhou Ziqian shook the hand he wanted to let go, pushed the man out of the car, and waved to him, "Come in, don't be late gone."

In fact, it is not difficult to see that Zhou Ziqian's tolerance for Gu Jiuqing is not only because he loves the house and loves Wu. He let Gu Jiuqing do errands, let him entertain him, and even gave him pocket money when he hurt his hand. This is beyond the scope of tolerance, more like It is the doting of the elders on the younger ones.

Ye Tao had thought a long time ago that even if Zhou Yunxi turned into Gu Jiuqing and appeared in front of Zhou Ziqian with a brand new look and a more lively and optimistic personality than Zhou Yunxi, he would always be the child that Zhou Ziqian had brought up for more than ten years, Gu Jiuqing's frown Smile, self-willedness, obedience, these are things that cannot be changed, and they are all familiar to Zhou Ziqian.

Zhou Ziqian had already noticed that Gu Jiuqing was so much like his little nephew who died young, often Gu Jiuqing's demeanor and behavior would even make him feel in a trance, feeling that his little nephew was by his side.If he didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, it was hard for him to imagine a sick young man becoming a healthy and happy young man today, but with Ye Tao's unimaginable resurrection first, what else can he not imagine?

Some things are ready to come out, but no one has pointed it out.

What would happen if it were broken?It's not that uncles and nephews reunite, everyone is happy.

Zhou Ziqian's intention to raise Zhou Yunxi; Zhou Yunxi's resentment towards Zhou Ziqian; Zhou Ziqian's guilt towards Zhou Yunxi; The embarrassment of being entangled with his uncle's body and his uncle... All these things are entangled together, pulling out a bunch of past events that cannot be recalled.Who can take it easy in the face of these?On the contrary, if you understand it clearly and don't point it out, you can save a lot of troubles and not be burdened by it.

"Everything is fine now, why bother?" Gu Jiuqing muttered to himself, then put the money away, and raised his chin arrogantly again, "Don't call me by my nickname in the future, and don't think that paying tribute and being a minister will be enough To keep you safe, it depends on my mood whether you want to raise troops or not."

Looking at Gu Jiuqing who flung his bag over his shoulder and left frantically, Zhou Ziqian scolded a bastard, and after a while he broke into a complicated and inexplicable smile—whether it’s debt collection or revenge, if you can come back, it’s me, Zhou Ziqian Great luck.

After the snowstorm, the temperature dropped a few degrees.Zhou Ziqian advised Ye Tao to go out as little as possible, and Gu Jiuqing had to give a few words of advice every time he called, but Ye Tao opened three restaurants, and the vegetarian restaurant among them was not mature enough.As a result, the frostbite on his feet spread, and he added two more swollen toes.

Zhou Ziqian didn't say that Ye Tao was delicate, but that Luo Dong's car was slow to warm up. He helped Ye Tao apply frostbite ointment while coaxing him to stop driving that car.

Ye Tao put his legs and feet on his lap, and said expressionlessly: "It has nothing to do with the car, it's because I don't turn on the heater to save fuel."

Zhou Ziqian slipped his hands and squeezed the frostbite ointment on his clothes.

Ye Tao took the opportunity to regain his feet, handed him the towel by the way, and told him blankly, "I'm just joking."

Zhou Ziqian wiped his clothes dumbfounded, and only realized after he finished wiping that he was holding a foot wipe in his hand.

Ye Tao said innocently: "I thought your cleanliness has been cured."

Zhou Ziqian became more and more dumbfounded: "I don't have a cleanliness."

Which clean freak fetches water to wash people's feet every day, comes with a foot massage, and rushes to hold those feet in his arms and apply medicine?

Ye Tao said indifferently: "Oh, congratulations, you can concentrate on overcoming OCD. Let's start by wiping only one foot and give me the medicine."

Zhou Ziqian had no choice but to hand over the frostbite ointment and retreat to the side, his eyes unconsciously circling Ye Tao's hands and feet, thinking in his heart, taking Ye Tao to a warm place to escape the cold during the Spring Festival holiday.

Ye Tao glanced at him, and said lightly: "I almost forgot, there is also foot fetishism."

"...I just like you, baby." Zhou Ziqian was neither angry nor smiling, he grabbed Ye Tao's hand and pressed it to his heart, where it was beating hot and powerfully, "Do you feel it? It really likes you, so I always look at you involuntarily, around you, want to hold you in my hand, want to wake up with you every day, if this is a kind of disease, then I admit, I It's already terminally ill."

Ye Tao was taken aback by the sudden and deep confession, his beautiful eyes were dazed for a few seconds, his butterfly-like eyelashes drooped tremblingly, and he withdrew his hand and said, "Oh."

Looking at his drooping eyelashes, Zhou Ziqian asked uncertainly, "Are you shy?"

Ye Tao's breathing was almost imperceptibly suffocated, and then he raised his eyes, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was the same: "Yes, just like you will be shy when you 'set up a tent' regardless of time and place."

Zhou Ziqian: "!!!"

Ye Tao returned with calm and innocent eyes.

Zhou Ziqian got up abruptly, and said in a hasty tone, "The oven seems to be on, I'll go check it out."

Luo Dong once said that there are usually only two results in a verbal dispute with Ye Tao: one, he will be turned into a piece of dried kelp; two, he will be turned into scum in seconds.

It can be seen from this that Ye Tao's reticence is a kind of kindness to others, and it is also helpful for his own practice.

The winter is long, and it has moved to the middle of the twelfth lunar month, which is the most entertaining time of the year.

The bosses of other people's homes are busy visiting high-ranking officials and dignitaries, consolidating old connections and attracting new ones. However, Liu Heng's boss explained these things and flew to the islands in the southern hemisphere for a big vacation.

Liu Heng could only drag Shaodong around to socialize, returning home every day with stars and moons, his wife lost her temper for the lipstick that somehow got on his shirt, and refused to allow the nanny to cook for him.

Early in the morning, Liu Heng got up clutching his aching stomach. There was only a bowl of thin porridge and a plate of pickles on the dining table, and most of the few millet grains in the porridge bowl had been boiled. How could it be a miserable word?

Holding the porridge bowl, Liu Heng couldn't help but feel sad: I am a dignified executive of Guangyu, with an annual salary of one million plus company dividends, a bright future, and unlimited money. Who would have thought that the food I eat at home is not as good as a dog?That stupid fat dog has high-grade canned food to eat, I can't even mix up a salted duck egg.

Mrs. Liu said coldly: "If you eat Hesai outside again, the porridge won't be boiled, so you can eat slippers!"

The fat dog ran away with the slippers in his mouth, and he didn't seem as stupid as Liu Heng thought.

Mr. Liu bouncing after the dog to grab the slippers, was panted by the fat dog's snoring, and finally threw the other slipper out in a rage, and collapsed on the sofa without moving.

Mrs. Liu threw the medicine box containing various pills and capsules into his arms, carried her half-year-old daughter back to the room.

Mr. Liu brought the unfinished porridge to his father, sighed softly, and walked away.

Liu Heng sat in the empty living room for a while, wiped his face vigorously, took out his mobile phone and called the boss, exhausted, he said, "Mr. Zhou, I'm applying for five days of sick leave, but I can't take it anymore. If it's convenient, please try to come as early as possible." come back."

The evil capitalist is in a bright mood recently, and his patience is relatively good. He greeted half-truths and half-falsely, then comforted him, and finally promised: "In March next year, if there is no accident, I will set aside half a month of money for you." Pay leave, you can cultivate at that time."

Liu Heng almost vomited a mouthful of blood. Sick leave with optional time?

The capitalist said: "The company can't do without me, but you can't do without you. I know you've worked hard, so I won't say anything if I see you outside. Let's get together again in the capital."

Liu Heng was about to cry, and thought: You have a lot of civil and military officials under your command, I am a chief executive, don't put a high hat on me, I am afraid that my neck will not be able to hold on.

"It's time for me to get up, let's talk another day. I wish you a happy new year and all the best." The capitalist hung up the phone and called his assistant.

After Liu Heng arrived at the company, he found that the account received a transfer, which was transferred from the boss's personal account.The boss's assistant came in and told him that it was the New Year's money that the boss gave to his family for a pair of children, and asked him to pass it on for him.

Liu Heng looked at the transfer amount again, and his throbbing stomach and hardened liver finally calmed down a little.

It can be seen that a successful capitalist is not necessarily a good boss in the minds of employees, but he must know how to feed people, know when to feed grass, when to milk cows, and when to kill you to eat meat.

The author has something to say:

Uncle Ye just doesn't want to speak quickly, but it doesn't mean he's stupid, doesn't mean he can't flirt, or doesn't mean he's not handsome.

Poor uncle, compared with your daughter-in-law, your only advantages are more money and longer legs, and your daughter-in-law doesn't care about your money.