Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

This flower, Qi Xiao had seen that little thing tightly clutched in his hand before.

Such a small cub sat on the ground crying like a flood, and kept wiping tears with both hands, but he didn't throw away the flowers in his hands.

A tattered flower, with one petal missing, crushed flat and out of flower shape, it's strange if someone likes it.

"It's really an aesthetic problem." The man frowned slightly in disgust, took out a black handkerchief from the top pocket of his suit, and wrapped the flowers in the handkerchief.

"Assistant Jiang, go buy a blank herbarium and deliver it to my villa on Platinum Street tonight."

With the usual cold tone of the man, just as he was about to hang up, Assistant Jiang on the other end said hastily: "Mr. Qi, please don't hang up, you asked me to check the file about classmate Wen Shichu. There is something wrong with the file..."

"how?"

"I asked the principal of Diying and Wen Shichu's counselor, and they said that Wen Shichu was expelled from the school four years ago."

"He didn't go to school?" A beast-like low breathing sound came from the phone. Through the long phone line, Assistant Zhou could feel the hostility emanating from his boss.

Assistant Jiang took a deep breath: "They said that classmate Wen Shichu got pregnant not long after entering the university. The school really had no choice but to expel him. As for why she became pregnant..."

"Go on!" The man's voice was full of hostility.

"Student Wen Shichu was having a high with someone in the underground bar of the imperial capital. He played a sex game with several men, but he accidentally overplayed it, and the child got fucked out."

With trembling hands, Jiang Ming sent a few screenshots to Qi Xiao's mobile phone: "I didn't believe it at first, after all, classmate Wen didn't behave like this in the past, but Mr. Qi, look at the screenshots I sent you. Posts on the school forums, there are pictures and the truth..."

Qi Xiao cut off the phone irritably, and clicked on WeChat.

The picture sent by Jiang Ming has a long paragraph of text and a screenshot of the photo.

In the screenshot, Wen Shichu was leaning in the arms of a man drunk and dreamy, licking the man's face with his tongue greedily, with his mouth wide open, as if he was ready to take a deep throat.

With a sound of "Bang!", Qi Xiao threw the phone on the asphalt road, and it fell to pieces.

The man exuded a terrible chill, and got into the car: "Follow the two in front."

The driver, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, trembled and his nerves tensed up again, and he looked ahead with all his energy.

On the left are two huskies, on the right is a father and son, and the adjective used by BOSS is 'two', so...

After thinking for a while, the driver felt that his boss would not be so bored as to follow the two huskies, so he followed the father and son smartly.

Not far away, two cubs, one big and one small, walked slowly in the afterglow of dusk, holding the cubs in their arms.

Qi Xiao's eyes were tightly locked, and his cold lips were pressed tightly together.

……

"Babababa, Wangzai's little milk nest wants to get two cans."

"it is good."

"Babababa, I want to eat Weilong spicy noodles."

"No, the spicy strips are all deep-fried in the gutter." Wen Shichu took away the spicy strips from Ruanruan's hand, and gave Ruanruan a bag of biscuits instead.

There were a lot of things in the shopping cart, and Wen Shichu saw that it was almost done, so he took Ruan Ruan to check out.

After paying the money, Wen Shichu was carrying two bags of things, no more hands to hold Ruanrou, Ruanrou was also very obedient, the little meaty hand grabbed Wen Shichu's clothes, and walked home all the way.

When the sun had completely set, the sky had not yet had time to completely darken.

When Wen Shichu saw Qi Xiao leaning against the door, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.

The plastic bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the young man subconsciously wanted to turn around and run.

"Daddy, um..." Ruan Ruan was terrified when she saw Qi Xiao, and timidly hid behind Wen Shichu's legs.

Wen Shichu lowered his head and touched his limp head: "I'm not afraid."

Escaping is useless.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" The man's deep voice was like aged dry red wine, with a cold taste and inherent dignity.

"I'm sorry, the humble house is too small, I'm afraid it can't fit your big Buddha." Wen Shichu raised a faint smile, polite but distant.

"Believe it or not, if I move my finger, you won't be able to get along in the imperial capital in the future?" Qi Xiao blocked the door, showing no intention of getting out of the way.

Wen Shichu looked at Qi Xiao calmly.

In those soft eyes, there is no longer the fiery and shy immaturity of the collision of love, and it is as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

This is not the look in the eyes of the lover, but the eyes of the god of plague.