Wealthy wolf dog

It was not the first time Ling Ziqing went to the Ji family mansion.

He used to be Mr. Ji's assistant, and he would send a document in the past. When Mr. Ji was not feeling well, he would go to assist in the office. After gaining trust, he would handle some private affairs of the Ji family as instructed.

After he was transferred to Ji Xiayang's side, he went less often.Once a week, it is to report to Mr. Ji how Ji Xiayang's work performance is, and whether he has made progress in all aspects.

Of course, every time he selectively ignored Ji Xiayang's stupidity, he only said: "Master has made progress."

Mr. Ji still has high standards and strict requirements, and his reaction to his progress is mediocre.These improvements are compared with Ji Xiayang in the past, and he is far behind the best children in other families.

Ling Ziqing does not agree with this kind of education.

It's wrong to be eager for success and bet your anxiety on the child, but he still doesn't take small progress seriously and is stingy with praise, which makes Ji Xiayang feel depressed when he thinks about his father now.

He disapproved, but couldn't show it.He is a junior just like Ji Xiayang, even if he is the same age as Mr. Ji, he is not qualified to help others discipline their sons.

Ling Ziqing always followed Mr. Ji's words.After the report is over, go home and rest, it has nothing to do with how Ji Xiayang will be scolded afterwards.

Today, Ling Ziqing felt that it had something to do with it.

He ate the tofu that Ji Xiayang had worked so hard to queue up to buy, and felt that the good day should not be ruined by being scolded, so he offered to accompany him home.

That's right, how can he persuade Mr. Ji?

Ling Ziqing didn't think about it.

Ji Xiayang next to him was happy to think that someone was with him, and said to the driver: "Let's go! Go home!"

Ling Ziqing wasn't that cheerful, thinking about how to face Mr. Ji later.

It was only then that Ji Xiayang realized what was wrong, "Ziqing, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Ziqing glanced at Ji Xiayang's innocent face, and decided to ask the details first, "When does Director Ji usually ask you about work?"

"When my mother is not around."

"..."

It seems that the way to let Mrs. Ji speak well is not going to work.

Ling Ziqing guessed, "Will he ask you to come to the study for questioning?"

"Yes!" Ji Xiayang became annoyed at the thought, "He knew my mother wouldn't go to the study, so he picked it there on purpose! It's really treacherous, once the door is closed, no one will know if they beat me or scold me!"

Ling Ziqing was stunned, "Dong Ji beat you?"

Ji Xiayang withdrew his angry expression, "Uh, not yet. Don't be afraid! He can't beat me now!"

Ling Ziqing: "..."

Why did he have the illusion of going back to fight with Ji Xiayang.

Ji Xiayang looked at the corners of his lips that were tightly pursed again, and realized that his words were wrong, "Okay, we won't fight."

"Call back and see how they feel."

"Ah, I don't want to fight."

"Let me fight,"

"No! We have to kill first and then play!"

"Cut first and play later?" Ling Ziqing was confused for a moment, and asked Ji Xiayang to easily snatch the phone away.

Ji Xiayang put the phone in his pocket and hid it, and then said: "You said you want to go, my dad must know that it's a rescue. He will definitely send you other jobs and won't let you go, so as to give yourself a chance to scold yourself! "

Ling Ziqing understood, "So you think I should go straight there so that it's hard for him to catch up?"

"Ok!"

"Ji Dong is not such a person."

Ji Xiayang sighed leisurely, "You are still too naive. Alas, I suddenly feel a little regretful. What if you get scolded along with me?"

"Then listen."

"Woooo..."

"Stop pretending, give me back the phone."

"Oh, fine. But don't call, I might jump out of the car when I hear his voice."

Ling Ziqing glanced out the window.Outside is the road, and beside the road is a commercial street full of bars.Ji Xiayang might really be in trouble if he jumped down - he couldn't help but go in when he saw the bar, so he couldn't get it back.

"Okay, don't call." He took the phone back and sat obediently.

Ji Xiayang was dishonest, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed, "I hope my dad is in a good mood and won't scold others. If you want to scold me, scold me, don't scold Ziqing."

Ling Ziqing was speechless.

It's such a big deal, it looks like you're going to die.

No matter how reluctant Ji Xiayang was, the car drove safely to Ji's yard.

Mr. Ji also got off work early and was sitting in the lobby drinking tea.

As soon as they entered, Ji Xiayang yelled loudly, "Mom!"

Mr. Ji glanced over.

Ji Xiayang immediately changed his words, "Dad."

Mr. Ji nodded, just about to say something.

Ji Xiayang asked again: "Where is my mother?"

Ji Xiayang looked around the house while asking, from the first floor to the second floor, even the shoes at the main entrance.

But he didn't have to look at Mr. Ji directly.

Isn't this looking for scolding?Ling Ziqing sighed secretly, and rushed to meet Mr. Ji before he got upset, "Hello, Director Ji."

The corners of Old Man Ji's mouth twitched, and it no longer drooped and turned into a gentle smile, "Ziqing is here too."

"Well, I want to see you."

"thank you."

After Old Man Ji said this with a pleasant face, he turned to Ji Xiayang and turned black again, "How big of a man, I only look for my mother every day!"

Ji Xiayang curled his lips, and whispered, "Don't you always look for my mother?"

"What did you say?"

"No!"

"Your mother is in the garden."

"Oh... I'll go find her. Ziqing, sit down wherever you want."

Old Man Ji snorted, "Do you need to talk nonsense? Ziqing has come back more often than you, what a shame."

Ji Xiayang was scolded for no reason, and looked at Ling Ziqing aggrievedly.The mouth did not move, the voice did not come out, but there was a depressed face to help "speak": Look!That's how my dad likes to scold me.

Ling Ziqing understood, and smiled to help smooth things over, "The young master also wants to take care of me."

Mr. Ji nodded and took another look.

Ji Xiayang didn't want to stay where he was anymore, so Ma Liu ran away.

Seeing the jumping figure disappear from the living room, Mr. Ji sighed softly, took another sip of hot tea.

Ling Ziqing went to help refill, "Today, the young master performed very well, and he immediately noticed that Yuesi's delivery department is the key."

"Yuesi... is it a new store over there?"

"Well, the turnover of personnel is relatively large."

When he was reporting work with Mr. Ji, laughter suddenly came from the direction of the garden.

Mrs. Ji was dragged away by Ji Xiayang, smiling all the time, "Oh, what's the hurry!"

Ji Xiayang is far from being as sluggish as when he was scolded by his father, he is jumping and jumping full of energy, "Hurry up!"

Mrs. Ji was tired from laughing, and she happened to be dragged to the door.Seeing that Ling Ziqing was about to stand up, she quickly waved her hands: "Sit! Why are you so polite when you're so familiar."

"So familiar?" Ji Xiayang was stunned, looking at his mother and then at Ling Ziqing.

Mrs. Ji helped Ji Xiayang smooth out his messy hair, "I've seen Ziqing a long time ago. He comes every week and is better than you."

Ji Xiayang was not unhappy at being rejected this time, he smiled, "Then I will try to come back every day in the future, so that you can change your mind."

Mrs. Ji was so cute by being coquettish, she raised her hand to pinch Ji Xiayang's face.Ji Xiayang bent his knees cooperatively, half squatted down and brought his face closer, so well-behaved that Mrs. Ji couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

Isn't this very pleasing?How come in front of Mr. Ji...

Ling Ziqing took a quiet look, and sure enough, he saw that Mr. Ji was drinking tea and pretending not to care, but actually secretly glanced over there.

"Ziqing, stay for dinner today." Mrs. Ji didn't quarrel with her son, and extended the invitation kindly.

Ji Xiayang also said: "Okay, okay, let Ziqing have dinner together."

Mr. Ji put down his teacup, and said a blunt but indeed persuasive sentence, "Stay here, we haven't finished what we just said."

After the three of them said so, Ling Ziqing could only agree, "Okay."

He agreed, but Ji Xiayang was still brooding over Mr. Ji's words, and complained to Mrs. Ji in a low voice, "Look, Dad still needs Ziqing to work overtime at this time...you have to be relaxed and happy when you eat."

Mrs. Ji said, "That's right, no one should mention work today."

Mr. Ji nodded, "Okay."

Ji Xiayang thought that the plan worked out, so he raised his chin and gave Ling Ziqing a wink: "Look, how powerful I am."

Ling Ziqing understood again.One is that after getting along with Ji Xiayang, I got to know Ji Xiayang, and the other is that Ji Xiayang's simple nature can see the head at a glance...it's really hard to understand.

With Mrs. Ji sitting in town, Mr. Ji won't ask much about work, they can chat casually and wait for dinner.

The auntie who cooked knew that Ling Ziqing had similar tastes to the two elders of the Ji family, so she made a few light dishes, and the rest were all according to Ji Xiayang's liking.What Ji Xiayang likes are all the heavy flavors of frying and grilling, and it's sure to go well with big fish and meat.When the dishes are served, the sauced elbow, roasted pork ribs, fish with pickled vegetables and roasted duck are all red on the table.

Ji Xiayang has always seldom talked too much and only eats more when it comes to delicious food. Mr. Ji is not satisfied with his son's performance in his career, but he likes children with a good appetite. Ling Ziqing.

Ling Ziqing ate quietly, enjoying the harmonious atmosphere of the table.

He didn't enjoy it for a long time, and his stomach was upset.

At first, it was intermittent, but then he increased his horsepower, and shivered all over his body, as if trying to take all his strength away.

Ling Ziqing guessed that the box of tofu in the afternoon was to blame.

When he was working hard, he ate irregularly, suffered from a bad stomach, and always took it easy when eating spicy food.Today, because of Ji Xiayang's wishes, he ate too much in a hurry, and the tofu was at a roadside stall, so it seemed not very clean...

Now it's all right, the old problem has broken out.

"Ziqing, what's wrong with you?" Ji Xiayang sat beside him, and suddenly noticed his trembling.

Mrs. Ji understood immediately, "Do you have a stomachache? Call the doctor."

Ling Ziqing forced a smile, "No, I have medicine."

Mrs. Ji didn't ask him to look for medicine, and started calling, "Don't eat indiscriminately, see a doctor."

Ji Xiayang noticed that Ling Ziqing's hand was clenched into a fist, and touched it cautiously.When I touched it, I found that it was colder than when the cold wind was blowing in the afternoon, so I was so scared that I quickly covered it and helped to rub it, "Mom, do you have a warm water bottle?"

Mrs. Ji came to her senses, "Oh yes, a warm water bottle. Auntie, please help me find it."

Seeing this, Mr. Ji poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over, "Hold it first."

Ji Xiayang helped pass the teacup in the middle, and only after taking it did he notice that it was his father who was talking.The anxious expression froze, the corners of her tightly pursed lips loosened, and two hard words popped out, "Thank you."

Mr. Ji was not very straightforward, but he didn't say much for Ling Ziqing's sake.

Ji's family doctor came quickly and asked Ling Ziqing what he had eaten.Ling Ziqing didn't dare to hide it. To be honest, he ate the baked tofu at the roadside stall in the afternoon.

"I'm sorry." Ji Xiayang felt guilty, "I shouldn't let you eat it."

Ling Ziqing was in pain, but still noticed the change in old man Ji's face, and said proactively, "I insisted on eating it, and I deserve it."

Ji Xiayang still wanted to talk, but stopped when he touched his hand.

The doctor helped him with acupuncture and moxibustion to relieve pain, and prescribed another prescription, "Take the medicine on time, and avoid food in the past few days. In the future, you should pay attention to your diet and don't eat things on the roadside."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Ling Ziqing recovered from the pain for a while.He didn't want to trouble the Ji family, so he tried to stand up after taking the medicine.

As soon as he moved, Ji Xiayang rushed over to support him, "Oh, don't move! Have a good rest!"

Mrs. Ji was also full of worry, "Yes, where do you want to go when you are already like this?"

Mr. Ji kept watching, and when he saw that he was about to stand still, he said, "It's raining outside, so don't rush home."

Ling Ziqing took a look and found that it was really raining outside the window.

He was very depressed and reflected on the mistakes he made: he shouldn't have followed Ji Xiayang here, he shouldn't have stayed to eat, he shouldn't have continued to eat when he didn't feel right, and he shouldn't have taken stomach-turning medicine.

He thought about it, but he didn't regret eating that box of baked tofu.

After all, it was a memory, bought by... Ji Xiayang in the rain.

Ling Ziqing knew that it was useless to regret, and could only hope that the rain would stop soon.

However, the rain was full of stamina, and even if it didn't stop, it would bring a strong wind to perform a violent storm outside.Before the play was over, the sky was completely dark, and the darkness was frightening.

Mrs. Ji saw this and decided, "It's too dangerous to go home like this. Ziqing, you can stay here tonight."

Ling Ziqing felt that he was well, and really didn't want to disturb the Ji family, "No, it's still..."

"I agree," Ji Xiayang said eagerly, raising his hand, "I also think Ziqing should stay!"

Ling Ziqing could only look at Mr. Ji for help.Mr. Ji knows how to get along well, so he should understand his wish not to stay, so help me to talk?

however……

Mr. Ji looked at his wife and then at his son, and raised his finger, "I agree."

Ling Ziqing was dumbfounded.

He seemed to have fallen into the pit of the Ji family.

The author has something to say: If you fall into the Jijia pit, you will be the Ji family