Against the current Hengdao

Just at this moment, the scenery outside the window changed, and the noise of luggage being moved came from the next compartment.Ling He put away his spear for the time being, and his words were still gentle: "It's time to arrive. I have been harassing Mr. Yan for a long time, and now I have a chance to reciprocate. Please stay in this humble house for a few days!"

As soon as he heard this order, there was a sound of soldiers withdrawing their armor and sighing all around.The two masters finally didn't roll up their sleeves again, and a group of eavesdropping subordinates carried buckets of water and ice buckets that were always ready to be thrown out to put out the fire, and put away one after another.

When Yan Xiaodao was lifted off the carriage, it was obvious that they had come to Luan City, which was three provinces away by car.

He usually wanders around on business trips, and has quite a lot of experience. He has been to all the big cities, and he is familiar with the picturesque seaside resort Luancheng, but he did not expect that Linghe also had a residence in Luancheng that was not known to outsiders.

Luancheng is like spring all the year round, and the humid air blows from the white sandy beach to the land.The sea breeze blows over the churches and houses with white walls and red tiles in the old city, and blows a tile-shaped ripple on the red roofs of those exquisite and chic small houses.The red roofs are dotted with green and lush vegetation. The car circles on the undulating and winding path. Looking down from the mountainside, it is a beautiful picture with bright colors.

And Mr. Ling's residence turned out to be an old building in the local sanatorium resort in Luancheng, which surprised the well-informed Yan Xiaodao.Those old houses are not ordinary dwellings on the market that urgently need to be renovated, but high-end western-style buildings built when the city was reduced to a colonial concession during the Republic of China.

The taste and handwriting of buying a property are no worse than that of Lord Qi.

Away from the car window, Yan Xiaodao hadn't carefully studied the appearance of the building, Ling He opened the car door, and suddenly leaned in front of him.

Ling He wanted to bend over to hug someone, but when he lowered his head to sense something unusual, he knelt down on one knee and gently supported Yan Xiaodao's ankle.There were blood stains under the bandage, Yan Xiaodao said indifferently: "The road is too bumpy, a little blood came out from the swing, it's nothing serious, don't worry about it."

Ling He didn't talk nonsense, he wedged his two strong arms into Yan Xiaodao's armpits and knees, and without much effort, he hugged him horizontally!

However, after being hugged, Ling He's feet suddenly softened and he leaned forward. It was the quick-sighted and quick-witted girl Mao who helped hug Mr. Yan's legs and quietly removed part of the weight, so that Ling He would not stumble.

Ling He's ankle hurt instantly, and the weight of the two of them was on his foot, which was really hard.

Yan Xiaodao was really not used to it, he frowned in embarrassment, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to refuse: "Don't hug me, get a wheelchair."

Ling He snorted expressionlessly: "Why can't you hug?"

Yan Xiaodao: "...There's no need to tire you, I'm not used to being hugged."

Ling He's voice was not good, and there was a trace of pleasure in revenge: "I'm not used to being hugged by others, I've been hugging and hugging for two months, isn't it very easy to hug?"

Yan Xiaodao slightly pressed Ling He's chest with one hand, and when Ling He lowered his head, the long hair curtain inadvertently hung down obliquely, touching his face... It has nothing to do with the cold war between the two at this time, Yan Xiaodao Xiaodao is simply not used to such a posture of "female lying down" on others, and psychologically he can't accept entering the house sideways.But when he moved, his chest hurt and his feet hurt, and he couldn't move.Ling He didn't care whether he was in pain or not, and carried him into the small building without hesitation.

Xiaodao, when you hugged me like this back then, I was also wronged, and had to dormant and surrender to you.

Today is finally your turn to feel wronged, old man, so open your mind and learn to enjoy the "care" of others!

As the head of the family, Mr. Ling quickly ran away after settling the distinguished guests, sneaking into some corner of the house or outside to make trouble quietly, leaving behind his knife.Yan Xiaodao is relaxed and at ease, as long as Ling He doesn't poison his ears, or say something that doesn't agree with his three views and doesn't go his way, his mentality is open-minded and easygoing.

Young Master Ling's mansion is completely different from the style he imagined before, and it is even more different from his own home.

Of course, this old building in the Republic of China has been redecorated, and the exterior and interior walls are all new works. However, the low-key and simplicity of it surprised Yan Xiaodao.It can't be described as simple, it's just pale and empty!Yes, Linghe's home looks "pale". From the color selection of the wall painting, the paint color of the stair railings, to the furniture and various details, the whole house is dazzlingly white, simple and clean enough for people to enter It's a little uncomfortable, as if it's easy to step on it and create a dirty footprint, destroying the whiteness that was deliberately created.

The understanding Mao girl whispered behind him: "Step on it, it's okay, and someone will wipe it if it gets dirty."

Yan Xiaodao taunted: "The master seems to like to be clean, afraid that he will chop off my feet if they get dirty."

Mao Zhixiu raised Liu Yemei, and let out a breath of cold air on purpose: "Oh! I am an octopus whose feet are not enough for him to chop, so you don't care!"

There is no furniture or decoration in the house, but it is not the poor household created by Yan's family in the countryside 20 years ago because of extreme poverty.In fact, this old house itself is very valuable. The single-family villas near and far are either occupied by administrative agencies, or bought by the rich and rebuilt as private properties, or opened up as tourist attractions. None of them are from poor families. Shabby room.Mr. Ling's private house is obviously affordable, but he deliberately leaves blank everywhere. The large chandelier with the double ceiling is a simple white frosted lampshade, the floor is made of the lightest birch wood, and the lamps do not have elegant and gorgeous crystal tassels. There are no exquisite and elegant carved handrails, no priceless decorative oil paintings on the walls, and no novelty ornaments worth playing with on the table.

In this house, there is no smoke and fire of people coming and going, no Shitiao storytelling, no crisp sound of pushing cards on the mahjong table, nothing at all, revealing the indifference and indifference of the master's flesh and blood!

Yan Xiaodao himself is not considered extravagant, but people in the circle are used to all kinds of extravagance, lust and luxury, and Ling He is an outlier.

Yan Xiaodao commented softly: "Boss Ling, don't you usually have no personal hobbies, just sit in your room admiring the four white walls every day?"

Mao Zhixiu nodded: "Yeah, what hobbies does our Young Master President have? What he thinks about every day is his big plan of launching the Northern Expedition into the Central Plains, and there is nothing else! Of course, we help him realize the plan. .”

In other words, there are not many amazing geniuses in this world. Everyone has a similar brain capacity. Only when they are superficial and not lingering on other things can they focus all their minds on big things and devote all their energy to worrying about nothing else.

Yan Xiaodao probed: "How do you know Ling He?"

Miss Mao lightly rolled her delicate and white eyelids, and said, "We met many years ago, in the United States. I was an orphan who came out of an orphanage and sent to a foster family, and he was also an orphan with no one to rely on."

Yan Xiaodao asked again: "What is the origin of this building, and what is its name?"

Mao Zhixiu said: "In the past, it seemed to be the former residence of some famous literary figure in the Republic of China. Mr. Ling bought it and made it look like this. There is a sign on the right hand side of the main entrance, 'Hanhai Tower'."

Hanhai Building?

Yan Xiaodao was hit by a memory nerve all of a sudden, and remembered.Sure enough, it is "Han Hai". Mr. Ling's big hand to call the wind and rain, with Watanabe's old poisonous port and shipbuilding industry as the cornerstone, and the Jane's Group Wanguan family wealth as the icing on the cake, Linghe is definitely not short of money, and the limelight is booming .

Yan Xiaodao was carried by several men into the guest room specially cleaned up for him.This room can be regarded as the room with the most complete furniture in the building. The four-piece modern style white bed looks like it was newly bought.

"The furniture has just been unpacked. I'm sorry, Mr. Yan. From yesterday to today, we have been operating the exhaust fan and ventilation fan in turn, but there is still a bit of smell. Please forgive me!" The little attendant who helped him move his feet and take off his coat said softly. Said.

Sure enough, the furniture was bought last night, Ling He counted every step of the way, and arranged the room where he stayed overnight.

Yan Xiaodao said: "Let Boss Ling bother you, I will leave after a few days, there is no need to waste his money for me."

"It's far less expensive than Steinway!" Mr. Yan's personal servant chattered, with a clear and ambiguous expression on his face.

The little follower has never been to Mr. Yan's house, and he has never seen the Steinway, but the romantic allusion that Yan Xiaodao spent ten thousand dollars to buy a piano for Mr. Ling is already a well-known gossip.

This little follower is another memorable characteristic character, with curly and permed hair, and a lot of effort in combing the hairstyle, but he is a real man!The younger brother spoke in a soft and melodious voice, walked with twists and turns, and winked ambiguously at Yan Xiaodao from time to time, revealing the eyeliner and eyeshadow all over his eyelids... Sure enough, Mr. Ling attracted a group of very unusual talents by his side.

The little brother with a perm is surnamed Su, named Su Zhe, with quick hands and feet, humming Taylor Swift's country love song all the way, putting the coat, shirts and underwear that President Yan changed into a basket, and moved downstairs to wash clothes.

Mao Zhixiu pushed the door open, just in time to catch Su Zhe carrying the heavy laundry basket and twisting his neck to wink at Mr. Yan, looking at the eye shadow powder shaking all over the floor.

Mao: "Azhe, what are you looking for? Your neck is twisted by you, get us a cup of coffee!"

Su: "Follow the order, Fairy Mao!"

Mao: "Go away!"

Su: "Oh, it's so fierce that I can't get married!"

Mao: "Oh, you are not fierce, are you married yet?"

Su: "Hmph, my husband is a young grass, still in primary school, I am patiently waiting for him to grow up."

Mao: "... Nervous!"

Not to mention that Miss Mao gave a shiver, goosebumps appeared on the spine of the well-informed President Yan.

That feeling was very strange. In the eyes of onlookers, the relationship between him and Ling He should be regarded as "fighting against each other", "blood splattered and severely injured on the spot".Perhaps the previous psychological presupposition was quite perfect. When this cruel and heartbreaking scene really came, it relieved the heaviest emotional burden on his shoulders, making him relaxed and fearless.Ling He's knife cut off his escape route, and he was finally freed. For the time being, he didn't have to worry about the single-choice questions of standing in line... Yan Xiaodao even blunted the feeling of anger and anger. I can calmly watch a group of juniors in Ling's house making jokes.

Fortunately, there are some jokes from these gangsters, quietly adding a touch of color to the lifeless white house, otherwise living in this kind of house would be really suffocating, this house looks like a place to live with a cold personality!

Mr. Yan was lying on the bed to rest and recuperate, with one foot raised high and hung up.

After a while, Su Zhe came in again, carrying a fruit plate, on which there were several fruits like three melons and two dates placed in front of the village and behind the store: "Mr. Yan, choose what you like to eat."

Yan Xiaodao glanced at it, and found that even the tableware in Linghe's house was made of snow-white style, without metal inlays on the edges, and no floral patterns, but it highlighted the orange-yellow of the loquat fruit and the delicate and bright red of the big cherry.

However, he said "a few", but he really only gave a few. Yan Xiaodao grabbed two cherries and threw them into his mouth, but he couldn't find the third one on the plate!However, brother Su Zhe didn't even eat the jujubes and loquats, and just took the plate and left.

Yan Xiaodao shook his head and complained: "How do you Mr. Ling live? You don't usually buy furniture, and you don't let you eat more fruits. Cough, miser!"

Mao Zhixiu sat on the chair opposite the big bed, with Erlang's legs crossed, nodded in agreement and said, "A special miser who doesn't even know how to spend his money!"

However, there was a knowing smile on the corner of Miss Mao's mouth, the smile was deep and secretive, and the charming eyebrows and eyes seemed to be able to weave a little bit of meaning.

The golden-red sunset outside the window covered the treetops, and the dinner was delivered directly to Mr. Yan's bed.

Yan Xiaodao didn't pretend to be polite, and quickly picked up the knife and fork.They have already been hacked like this, and if he doesn't pay for a few meals from his Ling family, he is still entitled to eat, and even if he is besieged, he has to be a full ghost first!His sternum still hurts, he can't sit upright, and his body is at an obtuse angle of 150 degrees, which doesn't prevent him from eating.

This is a Western meal, and he is not too particular about the specific flavor of the country, but the dishes are presented one by one in a strict order of cold salad, cold soup and butter pastry, white meat meat dishes, red meat meat dishes, and dessert coffee.

Yan Xiaodao has always eaten like a man with big knives and golden horses. Even a small western meal can make him eat a mess of knives, forks, cups and plates. A big piece of red meat comes out with a fork. It's gone.He was really hungry, suffering from hunger and cold, he lost a lot of blood, he felt that this meal was really delicious, it was absolutely delicious!Taizu Wu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang drank a bowl of pearl, emerald and white jade soup in the chaos of war, and praised it as a rare delicacy in the world. I guess it was such a feeling.

Of course, this meal is much more delicate and rich than the Pearl Jade White Jade Soup.It was only after eating the third dish that Yan Xiaodao realized dully, how come there are shadows of cherries in every dish?

The cold appetizer was roasted vegetables in olive oil with feta cheese, pistachios and cherry vinaigrette.

The soup bowl is a sweet watermelon puree soup with brandy pickled cherries, duck breast aspic and foie gras.

The main course of white meat was flounder pan-fried with lemon and thyme, served in a thick kirsch sauce.

The red meat main course was lamb chops pan-fried with cherry sauce, served with cheese puff pastry.

The last dessert was cherry pie with dark chocolate ice cream.

A set of five dishes took a lot of thought.No wonder I gave him two cherries just now, and all the ingredients were used for cooking!

Yan Xiaodao wiped his mouth and praised bluntly: "Not bad, very good."

"Isn't it delicious? You can't even buy it outside!" Mao Zhixiu pinched a piece of lamb chops with two slender fingers, and said while chewing, "We can't compare with Mr. Yan and your company. Our master is a miser. Langtai, I have never seen benefits such as bonuses, subsidies, and public travel, but there are some rewards for working hard, such as dining coupons for a newly opened restaurant nearby. The highest reward for outstanding employees is a total of nine Such a one-course meal! You have only had five courses today!"

Xiangu Mao was obviously talking and flicking, as if she was telling the truth.

Yan Xiaodao felt very fresh: "Azhe did this?"

"He can cook this set of western food?" Mao Zhixiu opened his O-shaped mouth and said disdainfully, "That kid can make coffee, otherwise a man would have married that evildoer and taken home the house."

He said coffee, and the coffee came. Brother Su Zhe brought coffee in.Yan Xiaodao was even more surprised when he saw it: "Iced Soy Milk Matcha Latte, how do you know I like this?"

Su Zhe shrugged his shoulders, flashing his eyelids with crystal patches and powder eye shadow: "How do I know what you like to drink? Our boss Ling asked me to adjust this taste."

"He still remembers that I like to drink this." Yan Xiaodao felt a slight hidden pain in his heart.

Mao Zhixiu shook his head slightly, and couldn't help pointing out, "It's the coffee he ordered for you."

"..."

It's the coffee Mr. Ling ordered for you.

Yan Xiaodao suddenly understood and forcibly suppressed a trace of astonishment—the coffee shop downstairs of his company has been open for several months.

The coffee shop owner, who has a cool face and service attitude, recommended him an iced soy milk matcha latte at the beginning, and also claimed that it was a promotional buy one get one free.

Therefore, Linghe has always been "ordering" fancy coffee for him every day, and the shopkeeper brother is just a conveyor belt, buy one get one free and get two cups, which can be shared between two people.

The newly opened small shop is just downstairs of his company, watching him go in and out every day, observing who he sees every day.

He met Mai Yunliang in the store, and chased him out to meet Mr. Mai privately. Linghe knew the inside story before he came home that night, and because of his involuntary emotion that night, the two of them had a quarrel in bed...

When Yan Xiaodao lowered his eyelashes, he revealed the seriousness of his brows. As a piece of meat on someone else's knife, he had nothing to say.

This person Ling He... If you have a good relationship with such a person, it is indeed like floating on the clouds of heaven. It is one of the happiest things in the world. It would be a nightmare for anyone to be hostile to each other, unfortunately, this man is scheming, step by step, and cold-hearted, so he doesn't have the empathy that ordinary people have, and he doesn't care about the private relationship of his children, right? ...

Mao Zhixiu didn't seem to care about revealing to Yan Xiaodao one or two chess pieces that Ling He had arranged in this chess game.Miss Mao's confident eyes clearly said: Mr. Yan, don't think about it, you are the turtle in the urn, there are eyeliners everywhere around you, cleaning the sanitation, delivering the express delivery, and interviewing new employees of your company, they may be all of them!

Yan Xiaodao laughed miserably: "You don't mean to tell me that he also cooked this meal?"

Mao Zhixiu showed sincerity and nodded seriously: "Yes, he cooked a meal for you."

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

Mao Zhixiu pursed her pink lips lightly, and uttered a redundant nonsense: "Mr. Ling, don't expect him to give you soft words, he is just like that, and he is incurable!"

Miss Mao is clearly Ling He's confidant, and she is indeed loyal to Ling He, but the expression on her face at this time clearly made Yan Xiaodao read a kind of "We have seen enough of that big goblin, come quickly, come and kill the goblin!" The powerful people who subdue the demons lead him away!"

However, Ms. Mao's real emotion is, Mr. Yan, we really don't treat you as a captive under house arrest or a distinguished guest, you are the male Bodhisattva who saves suffering and saves sentient beings!My family's vicious, ruthless, withdrawn, perverse, stubborn, incorrigible and hopeless Master Ling, he hasn't liked anyone else in all these years, don't you understand?Those who are fans of the authorities, we have already seen it clearly!

The Lord didn't show up all night, but after a few minutes, he wandered out from an unknown corridor, deliberately passed by the door of Mr. Yan's room, peeked around, and then turned back silently...

If two people meet, they will definitely pinch each other if they are not speculative. It is better not to talk and not to meet.

Ling He is at his own home, and finally he can put back on his own clothes, revealing his true face, and no longer has to pretend to be a noble and elegant young master.Even the color and style of this person's clothes are pale and boring!

If an outsider were to make a comment, Mr. Ling really didn't see the demeanor of a domineering president in his clothes. He wore a very plain white round-neck T-shirt on his upper body, and light khaki home trousers with narrow legs on his lower body. The most common and cheap brands on the stalls with the banner of "clearance sale", and buy a dozen, save the mental work of choosing clothes to wear every day.The edges of the trousers have been frayed due to too many times of washing, and I don't bother to replace them.A pair of flip flops on her feet, revealing her thin, white and bluish toe bones.

The light and pale clothes wrapped a perfect figure, and set off a stunning face, forming some kind of awkward and strong contrast.

After Yan Xiaodao took the medicine, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, recuperating. Occasionally, his brows frown slightly and his Adam's apple twitched, revealing the fact that he was not sleepy. His mind was chaotic and full of thoughts.

When Mao Zhixiu left the room, Su Zhe pouted and snorted behind him: "Why do you say this is so necessary! Oh, if Mr. Yan cares about me, I will marry tonight without saying a word, and he can choose one hundred and eight poses as he pleases." , as long as you serve him comfortably and satisfactorily, he is handsome and manly!"

Mao Zhixiu almost pulled out two white eyeballs and smashed the little fairy to death: "Dream, can I see you?"

"Of course he doesn't like me." Little Brother Su twisted his waist and spread his hands, "But what's the matter with the one he likes! I think Mr. Yan is a nice person. He was injured so badly, so he didn't scold our young master. , and didn’t speak ill of us. Why bother to come~~~”

"What do you know?" Mao Zhixiu suddenly became solemn and serious, and sighed leisurely, "A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of being pregnant.

"Mr. Yan is very good. He didn't do anything wrong from the beginning to the end, but he suffered the unreasonable disaster of breaking his ribs and legs. A person like him must be harmed by others, because he is too strong and powerful, and he is always fearful and vigilant. , Throwing rats. Anyone who wants to attack Qi Baoshan must first dismantle his right arm and right arm, and get rid of Yan Xiao first. Did our President Ling do something wrong? Absolutely right!

"The goal that Mr. Ling wants to achieve is to make him an abandoned child beside Qi Baoshan. It is a pity to discard it if it is tasteless to eat. In short, it can't be used anymore, so that we can keep this person.

"Yan Xiao can't go back to Lord Qi's side again. It's just that it's too cruel to do it like this, and I can't bear it in the end."

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