Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

"What?" Qi Xiao's voice was low.

"I think his left foot looks pretty good. It's a pity that his right foot has such a deep gash and may leave a scar."

"Han Cang, you seem to care too much about my people. I asked you to treat his feet, not to poach my corner." Qi Xiao's voice turned cold when he was in a meeting, and the company executives who were in the meeting below were completely silent. , The atmosphere dare not come out.

"Today I took out a piece of thumbnail-sized fragment from Wen Shichu's foot, which looks like glass but is stronger than ordinary glass. Anyway, it's a bit strange." Han Cang has long been accustomed to Qi Xiao's strange thinking.

"I suddenly remembered something. Didn't you have a car accident two days ago? Tell me, is it possible that it was Wen Shichu who saved you that day?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a brief silence.

"Impossible." It was the warning sound that pierced the eardrum.

Han Cang clicked his tongue.

"I left that fragment on your tea table. If you're interested, you can look it up."

"Hung up." Qi Xiao directly ended the call.

Han Cang shook his head, picked up the medicine box and left.

Behind the tree in the small garden, Zhou Ning watched Han Cang's car go away, his eyes filled with despair.

"Damn doctor, meddle in your own business..." Zhou Ning gritted his teeth, his fingers trembling, and under the refraction of the setting sun, he could vaguely see the stuffing inside the artificial nose.

"Master Zhou Ning? You haven't left yet?" Seeing Zhou Ning in the garden, the butler kindly came over to ask.

Ten minutes ago, Zhou Ning came to look for Qi Xiao, and after learning that Qi Xiao was not at home, he said he wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, he was still at Qi's house.

"Ah... I saw that the green tea in the garden was quite lush, so I couldn't help but take a second look." Zhou Ning smiled harmlessly.

"That's it." The housekeeper had an epiphany.

A few minutes later, Zhou's driver came to pick up Zhou Ning.

Just as Zhou Ning was about to get in the car, the butler hurried forward: "Master Zhou Ning, this is a pot of green tea. I just picked it. It's very fresh! Thank you for saving Mr. Qi!"

After finishing speaking, the butler solemnly stuffed a large pot of green tea into Zhou Ning's arms.

……

In the evening, in a small rental house in the outskirts of the imperial capital.

"Papa, are your legs swollen?" Ruan Ruan stared at her father's limping appearance, and grabbed Wen Shichu's thigh with her pale hands.

"It's okay, a little injury will heal in a few days." Wen Shichu rubbed his idiot's forehead, and took out the snacks left over from noon: "Look at what Dad brought you."

The moment the box was opened, there was a faint scent of pastries in his nostrils.

"It's so fragrant." Ruan Ruan carefully grabbed the beautiful and delicious lotus flower cake.

"Crackling." It was eaten in a few bites.

The crumbs touched his mouth, and the little guy thought about the grievance that Wen Shichu didn't have a bite left after he finished eating. Looking at Wen Shichu with black grape-like eyes, he was about to pinch water.

"Daddy ate a lot outside, and these are all for you."

The cub's lonely eyes instantly shone with a light more beautiful than a firefly, and he grabbed the pumpkin glutinous rice cake in the box and ate it with relish.

Wen Shichu held his face with one hand, and the warm-colored light bulb above his head stained the faint powder on his face. Wen Shichu quietly looked at Ruan Ruan eating with relish, smiled and felt sore in his heart.

Young people seldom buy this delicate-looking but delicious pastry.

Open the bottom of the empty lotus cake, and there is a price tag: ￥99.

Being his child is really a disadvantage. In front of the cakes that other children have become accustomed to, Ruan Ruan can still show a happy and satisfied expression.

After all, he was useless as a father.

There is no warm and comfortable big house, no room full of brand-new toys, and no pastries that can be eaten whenever you want.

Not even a decent home.

"Huh?" A straw suddenly touched Wen Shichu's lips.

"Daddy, try the duck, this milk tea has the taste of Oreo."

Wen Shichu came back to his senses, stared at the cup of milk tea, and took a shallow sip.

It's delicious.

"Ruan Ruan, do you like to drink?"

"I like it, this is delicious." Ruan Ruan was as happy as a silly roe deer.

"Papa will let you eat better food in the future."

There were light dimples on the soft and pink face, and the cool pink lips pecked Wen Shichu's face: "Daddy is the best daddy in the world."