Wealthy wolf dog

"because I like you."

Every time Ji Xiayang uttered a word, he got closer, and the last "I like you" was whispered in Ling Ziqing's ear.

Ling Ziqing felt the warmth of his breath against his ears, and the shock of those simple three words falling into his heart.

What?Ji Xiayang said he likes him?

He was stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.

But Ji Xiayang bent over and lowered his head as if he had exhausted all his strength, his chin rested gently on his shoulder.

Ling Ziqing trembled, trying to push away.

The next moment, another whimper sounded in his ears, making him stop his resisting movements.

The whimper was fleeting, but it just penetrated into the bottom of his heart like a thorn with eyes, and stuck there to disturb him.

It's not that Ling Ziqing has never seen Ji Xiayang cry.He has seen howling like a child, and the carefulness of deliberately flattening his mouth to pretend to be wronged, but he has never thought that the diametrically opposite, careful and forbearing sobs are so heartbreaking.

Ling Ziqing's hand was hanging in the air, and he didn't push Ji Xiayang away.

They stayed like that for a few seconds.

Suddenly, the sound of unlocking came from the other end of the parking lot.

Ling Ziqing, like waking up from a dream, ruthlessly pushed Ji Xiayang away.

Ji Xiayang was defenseless, and he was completely helpless when he encountered him who exhausted all his strength.The center of gravity was tilted, and he took a few steps back in a daze to maintain his balance. When he looked up, his eyes were shockingly red.

Ling Ziqing glanced at it before paying attention to other movements, "Someone is coming."

Ji Xiayang bit his lower lip, and carefully squeezed out a weak question, "It's not as good as us..."

Ling Ziqing didn't clear up his mood. When he heard "we", he just looked away, "Go to the celebration banquet. I still have work."

"I can wait for you."

"no need."

Ling Ziqing turned around and got into the car, trying not to look at Ji Xiayang's crying eyes.

Ji Xiayang stepped back dejectedly, "Okay, goodbye."

Ling Ziqing didn't say goodbye and drove away.He gripped the steering wheel tightly and kept his eyes on the front without paying attention to other things. He only looked at the rearview mirror at the entrance of the parking lot and saw Ji Xiayang walking to the aisle to watch him leave.

The distance is far, and there are cars all around.Ji Xiayang looked like a little one, as if helpless and lost.

Ling Ziqing withdrew his gaze, concentrated his mind and continued to drive forward.

He didn't know where he was going, so he just drove forward numbly.Halfway through, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated many times, with varying durations, representing incoming calls and messages that he ignored.

Ling Ziqing didn't bother to check, and stopped when he encountered a red light.

Where can he go?

Ling Ziqing thought for a minute, and decided to go home when the red light turned green.

He originally planned to go home and check his phone again, but the blind walk just now made the car make a big detour, and it will take a lot of time to reach home.The vibration frequency of the mobile phone was getting higher and higher, which made him a little irritable.

Ling Ziqing stopped by the side of the road and looked at his phone.

19 missed calls, 27 unread messages.Mr. Ji, Mr. Yu, colleagues from the headquarters, colleagues from the branch... So many people tried to contact him, but Ji Xiayang was missing.

Ling Ziqing was in a complicated mood for a while.

He thought that most of the calls and messages would be from Ji Xiayang.

He only returned a call to Mr. Ji, "Dong Ji, what's wrong?"

"Have you arrived at Xunya Hotel?"

"Sorry, I don't feel well, so I didn't go."

Mr. Ji didn't mind, "Do you want to go to the hospital? I know the dean of the Second Hospital very well, so I can talk to you."

Ling Ziqing glanced at the gift box on the co-pilot, and rubbed his eyebrows, "No, I'll just rest. The gift box is still here, and I will find someone to give it to the young master."

"I heard that Xia Yang came to the headquarters. Didn't you meet?"

"..."

I met it, and it was at a distance where I could bite my ear.

Ling Ziqing couldn't answer the truth, and he couldn't lie to Mr. Ji, so he gave an ambiguous answer, "I think it's better to send it to Xunya Hotel. The young master has more face, and the people in the branch understand how much you value them."

There are two gifts, a mug engraved with personal blessings, and a prosperous ornament.At first glance, the former is the father's admiration for the son, but the latter can be said to be given to the branch company. It is very good to work together.

"Okay, don't force yourself, do it after you rest."

"Thank you, Director Ji."

Ling Ziqing hung up the phone after saying a few more words, turned to look at WeChat, and found that Manager Zheng from the Propaganda Department had updated the video.

In the video, Ji Xiayang held his wine glass very excitedly, jumped on the table and called everyone to have a drink.Others also gave face, and raised their glasses one after another, no matter whether it was juice, cola or beer, they all drank it all.

Ling Ziqing looked for a courier from the same city, and at the same time called the hotel to order a cake that was made into a big trophy.

There happened to be an outlet nearby, and the courier quickly came to pick up the package.He handed over the gift box and asked the hotel foreman to take it in together with the cake.Of course, the title is a reward from Mr. Ji.

The gift box for the whole company is easy to handle, but the one for Ji Xiayang made him a little tangled.

Ling Ziqing was a little dazed when typing Ji Xiayang's name, and stayed there for a long time.

The courier asked kindly, "Is there any problem? Do you need me to help you?"

"No need." Ling Ziqing tried to stay calm, and quickly entered Ji Xiayang's phone number without looking at the address book, "If he wants to reject it, just say that Assistant Ling gave it to him."

Things are finally done.Ling Ziqing was driving home. On the way, he found that the silence in the car would make him dream, so he turned on the music radio.

After a few songs, the radio broadcast the weather forecast.He heard that city A was cloudy today and the temperature would cool down tomorrow, without any fluctuations. He was indifferent when he heard that the cities he had only heard of were sunny, and he felt different when he heard that his hometown was still sunny.

It was only then that Ling Ziqing felt that the wind outside the window was a bit cold, and he felt an unprecedented exhaustion in his body.

That is his home.He wants to go back.

Ling Ziqing asked for a week's leave, and the reason he said was that he was tired.

Mr. Ji remembered his hard work traveling between the headquarters and the branch some time ago, so he was allowed to leave and said that he could reimburse the air ticket.

He wanted to refuse, but what he got in return was firm persuasion.

"You have helped Xia Yang so much, and I want to help you too."

"..."

Ling Ziqing recalled Ji Xiayang's confession, and had nothing to say.

In any case, he successfully asked for leave.Booked the flight ticket, collected the luggage, and went to the airport, he was doing everything he should do, deliberately not looking at the information where the red number was added.

Ling Ziqing was afraid to click on Ji Xiayang's information.

He's still in a mess now, and doesn't know how to face Ji Xiayang at all.Anyway, he has already asked for leave, and he has a legitimate reason for not taking care of work, and it is okay to not contact people for the time being, so he simply doesn't read the information.

While waiting for the plane, Ling Ziqing kept reading, and would check the time when he heard the radio announcement.The last time he looked at his watch was six o'clock, and he suddenly remembered that Ji Xiayang often reminded him how important eating was at this time.

If they were together, Ji Xiayang would drag him to eat, if they were not together, Ji Xiayang would send three messages in a row, which shocked him so much that he had to pay attention, and asked after half an hour: 【Have you eaten yet?If you don't have time, you have to eat some biscuits. 】

Ling Ziqing originally planned to eat on the plane, but now he felt that Ji Xiayang's coquettish tone with a long tail lingered in his mind.

In order to eliminate the voice, he ate a light meal casually, which was regarded as a regular diet.

When he got home at 11 o'clock, the first thing he did was to drink the soup his mother made.

Mom waited by, and when he took a sip, she asked, "Guess what's in it."

"Hericium erinaceus."

"how do you know?"

"It nourishes the stomach, I drank it before."

"You still cook your own stomach-nourishing soup? You're so good."

Ling Ziqing's smile froze, and he said honestly, "I didn't cook it myself, I bought it."

In fact, he didn't buy it, it was Ji Xiayang's arrangement.The last time he suffered from a stomach problem at Ji's house, Ji Xiayang looked for all kinds of recipes for invigorating the spleen and warming the stomach, and asked his aunt who has decades of soup making experience to stew them and send them to the office.

At that time, Ji Xiayang urged him to drink in the same way.

Thinking of this, Ling Ziqing felt that the soup he was drinking had changed, and he swallowed it down, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

"By the way, I bought a new thing." Mom followed and took out a cooking machine from the cabinet.

Ling Ziqing glanced casually and almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

The cooking machine is exactly the one that Ji Xiayang brought.

Mom didn't notice what was wrong with him, and said happily, "I bought it after watching the live broadcast. It's also a brand of Ji'an Group."

"Did you watch the live broadcast?" Ling Ziqing was surprised, "Have you watched the whole thing?"

"No, I only watched it for an hour."

"Oh……"

Ling Ziqing relaxed - that mother didn't see the picture of Ji Xiayang insisting on giving him meatballs.

Mom finally found out what was wrong with him, "Why, isn't this one bad?"

"pretty good."

"That's fine."

Ling Ziqing looked at his mother's satisfied expression, and somehow asked, "Mom, what do you think of that anchor?"

"It's cute, but it's a bit dull. The lid is not covered before the meat is ground. It looks like someone who can't cook."

Ling Ziqing chuckled, and muttered softly, "He really doesn't know how to cook."

"What did you say?"

"I said, I want to sleep."

Mom didn't think much, and helped him find a towel and toothbrush.

Ling Zi lay down after washing, but still didn't check his phone.He tossed and turned for a while before barely falling asleep.He had a few fragmentary dreams, in which there was always Ji Xiayang, crying or laughing, quiet or noisy.

At 6 o'clock, Ling Zi woke up and stared at the ceiling for a long time before remembering that he had returned home.

Afraid of dreaming about Ji Xiayang again, he didn't sleep anymore, got up and ran to cook porridge for his mother and buy buns.

The person in front of him bought custard buns, ordered a cup of sweet soy milk and added sugar to it.He looked at it, and thought of Ji Xiayang's sweet temper, and rubbed his eyebrows to criticize himself.

Why did you think of Ji Xiayang again?The eyes are not looking at the information, but the brain is very active.

His mind was not normally active.Passing the big tree in the yard, I recalled Ji Xiayang bragging that he could climb when he was a child, seeing a certain car, remembering that Ji Xiayang also bought this brand, met the neighbor’s dog, and thought that innocent little His eyes also resembled Ji Xiayang's.

Ling Ziqing felt like he was a bit crazy, and he could think of Ji Xiayang several times even if he bought breakfast.

Maybe it's because Ji Xiayang is everywhere.Say good morning to him, ask him if he wants some snacks, remind him to eat lunch, pester him to go to the headquarters together, babble in reality, and use WeChat to babble even if we don’t see each other.

Well, that's it, not his problem.

Ling Ziqing planned to do a big cleaning of the house, so that he would be too busy to think about it.

The first thing he did when he got home was to put breakfast, and the second thing was to stare at the sundries on the balcony, "Mom, do you still want these things? I want to clean them up."

Mom was helpless, "No, but why do you need to find work for yourself? Isn't it good to play with your phone while sleeping?"

"It's boring."

"What do you usually do besides work?"

He will still be pestered by Ji Xiayang.

Ling Ziqing's first reaction was this, but he couldn't answer it.

Seeing his silence, mother compromised, "Okay, okay, what do you like to do, I'm going to work... Hey, would you like to give it to me?"

"It takes 5 minutes to reach the office building, do you want to deliver it?"

"You can say hello to my colleagues. It's the little moon I told you about last time..."

Ling Ziqing turned around quickly, stared at the sundries on the balcony and said, "I'd better pack up."

Mom saw that he refused and didn't force her, so she went out to work.

Ling Ziqing continued to tidy up the balcony, and found that the small cart that his mother broke last time used tools to repair it.He wasn't very good at it, and he couldn't do it for a long time and hurt his finger.

"I can't even spell models, why challenge this?"

He was already puzzled, but he was even more depressed when he remembered that he was with Ji Xiayang last time when he put together a model.

Ling Ziqing covered the trolley, out of sight, and did what he could do—buying vegetables and cooking, cleaning the house, turning on the TV to watch the news, and accidentally saw a summary of the festival promotions.

"Many brands with traditional styles have also joined the ranks of live streaming. The sub-brands of Ji'an Group..."

A clip of Ji Xiayang's live broadcast appeared on the screen.

Ling Ziqing wanted to change the channel, but when he was about to press it down, he happened to see the part where Ji Xiayang minced meat.He remembered his mother's evaluation of "cute but dumb", and thought it was quite appropriate, so he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Mom just came back, "Ziqing, I'm back."

Ling Ziqing quickly turned off the TV, "We can have dinner after cooking a dish."

"Why turn off the TV? I still want to watch it."

"Sorry, here's the remote."

Mom turned on the TV, and what she saw was Ji Xiayang's live broadcast, "Hey? Isn't this the guy who sells cooking machines?"

Ling Ziqing in the kitchen responded, and turned on the faucet to cover up the sound of the TV with the sound of water.

For the next few days, Ling Ziqing didn't watch TV.He spent a day visiting his alma mater, remembering what he had told Ji Xiayang about his school days and returning home early. He went to see what the city center had become. Seeing the big billboards of sub-brands felt unpleasant, or After returning home, he ran to the park to relax, and saw the back of a young man who looked like Ji Xiayang, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned and went home.

Ling Ziqing fled back to his hometown, but he brought with him a mind full of Ji Xiayang.

He was very helpless, and he also knew that he could no longer escape, so he clicked on the message that he had ignored for a long time.

Ji Xiayang did send many messages, each with an apology.

[Sorry, I scared you. 】

【I inquired about you with my dad, I'm sorry.Have you gone back to your hometown? 】

[I still want to say something... there is no heating over there to cool down, so you should wear more clothes.I apologize if I bothered you. 】

Ling Ziqing looked at the words of concern, pursed his lips, and the movements of swipe down became gentle.

The last sentence was just refreshed.

Ji Xiayang begged cautiously: [Are you coming back tomorrow?I want to go to the airport.Just stand far away and take a look, it won't bother you.If you don't reply, I will take it as your acquiescence. 】

Ling Ziqing laughed lightly.

This little young master has been polite for so long, but in the end he still played a fool.

He didn't want to run away anymore, he thought for a while and replied: [Okay, let's meet and talk. 】

Ling Ziqing replied to Ji Xiayang, and of course Ji Xiayang said a lot happily.

Ling Ziqing thought it would be better to meet and talk, so he didn't reply, but just watched the information keep refreshing.

Ji Xiayang finally calmed down after talking for a while, and sent a pitiful voice, "I'm sorry, I'm too excited. Let's meet again, don't go back on your word."

Ling Ziqing replied with an [um], and turned to deal with work.

The next day, Ling Ziqing arrived in City A on time, but was delayed for half an hour due to damaged luggage.When he was done, he pulled out the suitcase that he barely made up, and he immediately saw Ji Xiayang leaning against the corner and shutting himself up.

Ling Ziqing walked over, bent down and called softly, "Master Ji?"

Ji Xiayang looked up and jumped up when he saw him, "Ziqing, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he got the momentum to stand up suddenly.

Ji Xiayang felt dizzy, his feet were unsteady and he tilted to the side, he raised his hand and touched his head in a daze, "Why am I so dizzy?"

Ling Ziqing reached out to support her, "Can you stand still?"

"Yes." Ji Xiayang shook his head, his eyes still blank.

Ling Ziqing raised a finger, "How much is this?"

"One." Ji Xiayang blinked, and suddenly took a step forward to grab his hand, "Are you injured? Does it hurt?"

Only then did Ling Ziqing realize that the finger he was holding was the one injured by the repair cart.There was a small cut at that time, and after a few days, the wound had long since ceased to hurt, but it was red and looked like a new wound.

But Ji Xiayang just stared nervously, as if it was such a big deal.

Ling Ziqing couldn't express what he felt, but only knew that the memories of Ji Xiayang earlier came flooding back.

The person he couldn't help but miss was right in front of him.

Ling Ziqing's heart moved, and he stretched out his arms to hug Ji Xiayang.

Ji Xiayang froze for a moment, then embraced him enthusiastically, and turned his head, "Hey~"

Listening to the silly cute laughter, Ling Ziqing bent his lips and rubbed his head back.

Not far away, Mr. Wang was stunned when he saw the two people embracing. When he realized it, he hid and called, "Dong Ji, the young master is here too. They are a bit strange. I don't know what to say, so I took a picture and sent it to you." Let's see."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-1018:16:19~2021-01-1118:12:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: (*σ??`)σ1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: the glass flower. 9 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!