Wealthy wolf dog

"Come here, I have something to say."

Ling Ziqing looked at Old Master Ji's dignified expression, and for a moment felt that he had returned to his student days.

The lethality of this sentence is similar to that of the previous teacher who said "I will be in the office after class", or even worse.

Ling Ziqing is a good model student in school and an all-around good employee at work.

Mr. Ji has always admired him, and has never shown him such a meaningful expression.

Ling Ziqing didn't expect that the first day would be messed up, and he felt depressed, so he reluctantly smiled back at Mr. Ji, "Okay."

Ji Xiayang responded indifferently like those "bad students" he was used to, "Oh."

Old man Ji looked at his son more, his expression became more serious.

Only then did Ji Xiayang react, and when Mr. Ji turned around, he secretly asked, "Did I sleep for a long time just now?"

"Hush." ​​Ling Ziqing made a silent gesture.

Ji Xiayang kept his mouth shut obediently and kept walking in front.

Ling Ziqing was an assistant, so he was supposed to walk behind.But looking at Ji Xiayang's back, he inexplicably thought of the hand that was protecting his body just now, and the trembling "Don't be afraid".

Perhaps Ji Xiayang didn't realize that "the assistant should go behind", but wanted to help him block the anger of Mr. Ji from the front.

But... the anger was provoked by Ji Xiayang.

This hero succeeds subtly.

Ling Ziqing was in a complicated mood, and he only hoped that Ji Xiayang would stop talking for a while.

They went to the office.

Mr. Ji walked to the back of the big desk.

Ji Xiayang also found out the softness and position of the sofa and threw it up without hesitation, "Huh."

Still dare to breathe a sigh of relief?

Ling Ziqing hurried over, trying to drag Ji Xiayang up.

However, Mr. Ji had already seen Ji Xiayang's carefree and ignorant expression, and his face darkened, "Who told you to sit!"

Ji Xiayang supported his waist and stood up, "I just..."

Old Man Ji interrupted angrily, "Didn't you sleep for a round just now!"

"Oh," Ji Xiayang stood up straight, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "If you don't sit, don't sit."

Old Master Ji was annoyed, "What are you talking about! Speak up!"

Ling Ziqing was really afraid that Ji Xiayang would repeat it loudly, so she quietly tore off the corner of her clothes.

Ji Xiayang almost opened his mouth, but he swallowed the words abruptly, "I... didn't say anything."

Old Man Ji was still annoyed, "Did you go crazy with those bastards last night? You didn't sleep well at night, but you fell asleep at work. It's outrageous!"

Ji Xiayang pouted, and said a series of emotionless confessions smoothly, "Yes, I was wrong, I shouldn't sleep in the meeting, I won't dare next time..."

As Ji Xiayang said, he drooped his head and let his back hunch down.

Ling Ziqing frowned when he heard this innocent confession, and raised his hand to pat Ji Xiayang straight on the back.

Ji Xiayang barely stood up straight, and put away his sultry expression.

Mr. Ji still couldn't calm down his anger, "Which one of you didn't say that! Every time you say you don't dare next time, and you make a mistake next time! I told you not to play with red hair, have you changed? I told you..."

Mr. Ji blamed his son's mistakes, turning the blame on the blame, in essence he was rambling over old scores.

Ji Xiayang scratched his hair irritably after listening for a while, "Okay, you've said it many times!"

Mr. Ji retorted, "If you listen, do I need to say it so many times!"

Instead, Ji Xiayang stepped forward, "I don't listen, so you don't have to! I'll go home and sleep, what do you want to do!"

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiayang turned around and wanted to run, regardless of Mr. Ji's expression.

Ling Ziqing originally saw the father and son quarreling and it was inconvenient to intervene, but when he saw Ji Xiayang was about to run away, he stretched out his hand to stop him.

Before he could speak, he was violently thrown away by a force.

He didn't expect Ji Xiayang to be so strong that he almost couldn't stand still.

Ji Xiayang turned his head and glanced, his mouth slightly opened as if to speak.

Old Man Ji just yelled, "Okay, get out! Get out as far away as possible!"

Ji Xiayang took his eyes away from Ling Ziqing, gave old man Ji a hard look, and rushed out the door.

"Ziqing, don't chase after me." Old Master Ji sat back on his seat and sighed, "Close the door."

Ling Ziqing did as he said, and poured a cup of warm water for Mr. Ji, "Would you like some tea?"

Old Man Ji shook his head, "No need. Did Xia Yang hurt you just now?"

"No." Ling Ziqing helped to say something nice, "He didn't do it on purpose, but he turned his head when he realized that he was pushing too hard."

Old Man Ji took a sip of water, calmed down a little, and still had a dark face, "Did he hang out with those people again last night?"

Ling Ziqing answered truthfully, "Yes."

Mr. Ji put down his water glass with a bang, "I knew it! I hang out with those people every day, take advantage of money, and say that friends shouldn't care so much... How did I give birth to such a stupid son!"

Ling Ziqing listened silently, and gave a guarantee, "I won't let them come again."

Mr. Ji has already seen through it, "It's useless. If Xia Yang doesn't pay attention, he will have new friends. I saw that he went to work on time today and was well dressed. I thought he had changed his gender, but I didn't expect..."

Ling Ziqing said softly, "It's really wrong for the young master to sleep in the meeting, but he also behaved well. He will gradually correct himself."

After being comforted by the soft voice, old man Ji calmed down a lot, "Yes, his performance today is much better than before. Ziqing, thank you for your hard work."

Ling Ziqing didn't accept the compliment, and shook his head, "I still have a lot to do."

Mr. Ji was amused by his introspection, "You went to pick up Xia Yang at six o'clock, right? You've been busy for five hours, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired." Ling Ziqing suggested, "Shall I go get the young master back?"

When old man Ji thought of his son, his temper flared up again.The age difference between the father and son is huge, and when they are upset, they curl their lips exactly the same, "He has already run away, why are you chasing him!"

It was rare for Ling Ziqing to see old man Ji angry, so he suppressed a smile and persuaded softly, "He didn't sleep much last night, and he had such a long meeting, he was too tired to do something stupid."

Old Man Ji stopped staring and glanced over, "How long did he sleep last night?"

Ling Ziqing recalled what Ji Xiayang said when discussing breakfast, "No more than two hours."

Thinking about his son's dark circles, Mr. Ji softened his heart, "Okay, let him take a lunch break."

Ling Ziqing got it right, and immediately said, "I'll go find him."

Ling Ziqing called Ji Xiayang as soon as he left the office.

The phone didn't work, and a passerby pointed him in the direction, "Mr. Ji is in the bathroom."

Toilet?

Ling Ziqing suddenly had a strange idea: Ji Xiayang rushed out, couldn't it be... rushing to the toilet, right?

Ling Ziqing searched for it, heard the faint sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom, and found that he had guessed almost the same.

The door was closed, he didn't know if it was who was inside, and he didn't want to knock on the door rashly to embarrass the people inside, so he picked up his mobile phone and made another call.

There was the slight sound of the mobile phone vibrating from the compartment, accompanied by a low groan of "uh" and two coughs.

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was Ji Xiayang.

Ling Ziqing had an idea in mind, and was about to hang up and wait outside the bathroom.

Ji Xiayang answered the phone abruptly, "Hello...Ziqing, where are you? I feel so bad, I'm going to die."

"..." Ling Ziqing heard the call for help, and knew that his strategy of not disturbing was wrong, "It's outside the door."

"Really! You didn't lie to me?" Ji Xiayang suddenly got excited, and his voice became much louder.

"No." Ling Ziqing knocked on the door.

Ji Xiayang didn't open it right away, "Wait."

The sound of flushing the toilet came from inside and from the handset of the mobile phone, as well as Ji Xiayang's little panting when he got up.

Ling Ziqing hung up the phone, and immediately reached out to help the door open, "Be careful."

Ji Xiayang was still able to stand still, as if holding his arm during the meeting, "Woo... so uncomfortable."

Ling Ziqing handed over the handkerchief he carried with him, "Can we go?"

Ji Xiayang just held the handkerchief in his hand, it was useless, and he answered in a low voice, "Yes. I want to wash my face."

Accompanied by Ling Ziqing to the sink, noticing Ji Xiayang's pale face, he suggested, "Why don't you see a doctor?"

"No!" Ji Xiayang's voice suddenly became louder, "I don't want an injection!"

Ling Ziqing had no choice but to coax, "There should be no need for an injection. See a doctor to see if it's safe."

Ji Xiayang still had rejection written all over his face, "No. I'll just finish vomiting."

Ling Ziqing wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw Ji Xiayang leaning directly on the sink to rest, he wanted to go astray: This look of desperately looking for a place to rest...isn't it the same as when you were looking for a sofa in the office?

Ling Ziqing asked his guess, "Did you sit on the sofa because you felt uncomfortable?"

"Well," Ji Xiayang was aggrieved, "I want to explain, but he won't listen."

Ling Ziqing also understood Ji Xiayang's difficulties.Old man Ji was so angry that he couldn't listen to anything. If he was so angry that he might think that Ji Xiayang was pretending to be sick.

However, Ji Xiayang is really miserable now.

Ling Ziqing looked at the pale complexion, and gave up the idea of ​​rushing to work, "Go home and rest. I'll see you off."

Ji Xiayang nodded and followed, and only said a word when he got to the elevator, "I don't take the car bought by old man Ji."

But aren't you the one hired by old man Ji?

Ling Ziqing complained secretly, and smiled consolingly at Ji Xiayang, who was full of anger, "Okay, let's take a taxi."

Ji Xiayang said again, "My mother bought the house, and it has nothing to do with old man Ji. So, I can go home and sleep."

It's quite reasonable.

Ling Ziqing had no choice but to follow the brain circuit of the bear child and said, "Well, go back to your home."

He accompanied him downstairs to take a taxi, and he still remembered asking the front desk for a plastic bag and an umbrella: the plastic bag prevented Ji Xiayang from vomiting in the car, and the umbrella was for the gloomy weather outside.

Fortunately, Ji Xiayang didn't vomit in the car, and quietly stared out the window.

Ling Ziqing sent a message to Mr. Ji saying: [Ji Dong, the young master is not feeling well, I will take him home. 】

When Mr. Ji heard this, of course he didn't care about going to work, and told him: [He will definitely not wake up until night when he sleeps.You cook some porridge and tell him to eat before going to bed. 】

He was about to reply "Okay" when Ji Xiayang frightened him to a halt.

Ji Xiayang suddenly said, "It's raining heavily. Master, can you drive to my garage? Ah, no, the garage is full. Oh, I should buy that sports car after expanding it..."

The driver cast a sideways glance and continued driving, ignoring Ji Xiayang's flaunting of his wealth.

Ling Ziqing knew that Ji Xiayang didn't want to get caught in the rain, so he said, "It's okay, I've brought an umbrella."

What Ji Xiayang thought was another way, "Well, take it well, you don't need to get out of the car later, let the master drive it back to your home directly."

Ling Ziqing was stunned, "Don't you use an umbrella?"

Ji Xiayang shrugged and said it didn't matter, "No, I can still wake up when I get wet in the rain."

Are you more worried about him than worrying about getting caught in the rain?

Ling Ziqing thought about it, and also had a strong idea to take care of Ji Xiayang, "No, I have to send you into the house."

Ji Xiayang sighed, "I know you can't bear to part with me, but the rain is really heavy."

Ling Ziqing: "..."

How could you say "reluctantly"?

The driver took the time to glance at them with meaningful eyes.

Ling Ziqing didn't care what others thought, and insisted, "I'll take you in."

Ji Xiayang didn't object anymore, and stared at the phone busy, "Why did you send me a message...Order me to do an inspection! Hmph! I won't go!"

Ji Xiayang talked to himself, and stared at the message from old man Ji several times.

Ling Ziqing didn't bother Ji Xiayang sulked, and reported to Mr. Ji.

The master driver drove to the corridor of the house, and he could enter the house by going up the steps.However, the wind was so strong that the rain was not blocked by the umbrellas, and almost all of them splashed on them.

Ling Ziqing stretched out his hand to hold an umbrella for Ji Xiayang, and got even more wet.

Ji Xiayang noticed, "Ziqing, can you take a shower and change your clothes too? I'll lend you."

Ling Ziqing refused, "No, I'm not cold."

Ji Xiayang quit, and sat down on the sofa without moving, "Then I won't change either."

Ling Ziqing saw Ji Xiayang's stubborn expression of pouting and slapping his hands, and knew that he meant it, "Okay, but I don't want to take a bath, just change my clothes."

It was only then that Ji Xiayang was willing to move, and ran to get the clothes for him, "You can't leave after changing."

"Yeah." Ling Ziqing still had to follow Mr. Ji's orders, "I'll cook porridge for you."

Ji Xiayang's eyes widened, "Wow, you want to have dinner with me!"

Ling Ziqing: "..."

He doesn't seem to mean that.

"Okay! I'll finish washing soon! Wait for me!"

Ji Xiayang had already understood it in his own way, and rushed to take a bath.

Ling Ziqing looked at Ji Xiayang's cheerful back, and suspected that this guy was pretending to be sick.

He didn't care if it was fake or not, he changed his clothes and was ordered to go to the kitchen to work.

When he had just set the rice cooker, he heard the doorbell rang crazily.He thought there was something urgent, so he didn't take off his apron and looked directly, and saw a tall man inside the video doorbell.

The tall man yelled at the doorbell, "It's me! Why did you lock the door today?"

Ling Ziqing opened the door without asking any questions.

Because the suit jacket that the tall man used to keep out the rain was the one that old man Ji gave Ji Xiayang yesterday.