Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Wang Zhaomou knew a truth.

Sheng Mien, Dou Michou, there is a measure of kindness, if you give too much, it will be against yourself, not to mention that the other party is the future heir of the Leng family.

But now, this degree seems a bit difficult to grasp.

Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao, even the most basic food and clothing are a problem now, whether they can persist until the Leng family comes to China is still unknown.

Maybe I can give a little more.

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes, and met the dark eyes of the child in his upper arms. It may be because of the long-term wind and sun, Ji Dabao's skin turned dark, and his two cheeks were red and dry, with a little skin, and he looked not as good as Lao Qi's. The face is tender.

Seeing Wang Zhaomou looking at him, Ji Dabao grinned and kicked his calf, very happy.

Wang Zhaomou frowned slightly, touched Ji Dabao's buttocks, and before he pinched it, his hands touched the cloth with holes.

Picking up Ji Dabao's leg, Wang Zhaomou saw that Ji Dabao's diaper seemed to be cut with someone's long johns and autumn clothes. It had been washed until it was rotten, and he still insisted on his post.

It's also...not easy.

Ji Lianhuo sat on the side, tense all over, staring down at his cloth shoes, not knowing how to place his feet so as not to step on the blanket spread in the car.

Turning his face sideways, Wang Zhaomou saw the young man with his head lowered, holding Ji Dabao in his arms, and sitting closer to him.

Ji Lianhuo felt movement nearby, and slowly raised his head, only to see Wang Zhaomou looking down at himself through the lens, his eyes calm and rational.

Ji Lianhuo felt as if his heartbeat had missed a beat, and felt guilty and uncomfortable. He was going to blame himself the next moment.

Can't even take care of a child?

"It's uncomfortable, you can lean on me."

The sound like a clear spring washed away the imagination in Ji Lianhuo's mind in an instant. Ji Lianhuo could see the two light-colored lips opening and closing, and he could also see the smooth and graceful jaw line of the person in front of him.

His head was taken lightly, Ji Lianhuo leaned on the shoulder of the person next to him, his eyes were sore, and he didn't blink for a long time.

Lao Qi was sitting on the co-pilot, and through the rearview mirror, he saw the young man leaning against the boss, like a dirty stray dog, his chin was scratched, his eyes were watery, and he was incredibly clumsy. Suddenly warm, helpless and happy.

The boss's expression was as usual, it seemed that it was just a casual charity to the junior, and he looked out of the car window sideways, his eyes indifferent.

The car stopped firmly in front of the shopping plaza, Wang Zhaomou held Ji Dabao with one hand, and watched the boy step out of the car with great efforts.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, Wang Zhaomou walked into the shopping mall with a smile on his lips.

The shopping plaza has a total of six floors and is structured in concentric circles, with three being the largest.

The basement floor is the largest supermarket in Sioux City, the second and third floors are the largest women's clothing market in Sioux City, and the fifth floor is the largest movie theater.

Although the consumption is relatively high, but fortunately there are more and more wealthy people in Sioux City. On weekends, the huge shopping plaza is actually overcrowded.

Wang Zhaomou took Ji Lianhuo to the restaurant on the fourth floor first. The aroma of various foods made the young man purse his lips tightly.

When ordering, the young man looked at the menu pushed by Wang Zhaomou, browsed it carefully, then looked at the waiter, and pointed to the cheapest white water noodles.

"This is the staple food. What do you want?" The waiter smiled at the young man in front of him. He may not recognize the others, but he can definitely recognize the young master Wang Zhaomou who is sitting opposite the young man.

"The chef's specialty dishes, you can serve a few." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, and relieved the young man. Ji Lianhuo sat awkwardly opposite Wang Zhaomou, and before he said anything, his ears turned red a little.

Wang Zhaomou quietly looked at the young man in front of him. At his age, he was supposed to be the most reckless, but Ji Lianhuo was exceptionally quiet and cautious in every move, which was obviously an expression of excessive punishment.

The wounds on the young man's face hadn't subsided yet, Wang Zhaomou blindly guessed that there might be more wounds on his body, under such circumstances, Ji Dabao was well protected.

The big boss came to visit, the kitchen was in full swing, and the dishes were served one by one.

Ji Lianhuo knew the rules very well. After seeing Wang Zhaomou picked up the vegetables with the chopsticks, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables in front of him carefully, and ate as quietly as possible on the plain water.

The young man was thin, and his eating posture caught the eye unexpectedly. Wang Zhaomou put the vegetables he was sandwiching into Ji Lianhuo's bowl. The young man raised his head, his eyes were moist, and he expressed his gratitude brightly.

In the stage of growing his body, his appetite will also increase a lot. Wang Zhaomou couldn't help laughing when he watched Ji Lianhuo eat three bowls of white water noodles with the dish in front of him.

How long has this child been hungry?

Packing up the rest of the dishes, Wang Zhaomou carried Ji Dabao, who was so hungry that he was eating his fingers, and took Ji Lianhuo to the lower floor. When the manager of the supermarket saw the boss, he immediately sent someone to follow up.

A staff member pushed the shopping cart, and another enthusiastically introduced the imported milk powder on the shelf. Looking at the three-digit price tag under the milk powder, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but clenched the hem of his clothes.

Holding Ji Dabao in one hand, Wang Zhaomou put three or four cans of milk powder that a one-year-old child could drink into the shopping cart, and went to buy a feeding bottle, diapers, and immediately replaced Ji Dabao with another.

His buttocks were wrapped in warm diapers, and Ji Dabao was so moved that he was on the verge of tears, and when he turned his head to look at the large packs of diapers piled up in the shopping cart, he immediately felt bubbling with happiness.

Walking to the children's clothing area, Wang Zhaomou picked up a small blue cotton dress, compared it with Ji Dabao, and lowered his eyes to look at Ji Lianhuo who had been following him.

"Does it look good?"

A man in an expensive suit is holding a one-year-old child in one hand, with elegant and gentle movements.

From Ji Lianhuo's angle, he could just see the man's eyes under the lens. His slender eyelashes cast a light shadow obliquely, as if he had painted a stroke of ink on his fair skin. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Ji Lianhuo heard his trembling voice.

"nice."

Putting the little blue clothes into the shopping cart, Wang Zhaomou took two more one-piece cotton padded clothes and fluffy socks and bought them together.

When he came out of the shopping plaza, Ji Lianhuo carried a big bag full of both hands, and followed the man in front of him every step of the way. Wang Zhaomou held Ji Dabao in one hand, and the milk powder made by the staff in the other. He drank milk with a big gulp, his little face was full of happiness.

After feeding the big and the young, he drove the two of them back to the stall. Lao Qi carried the fruit in the trunk, and Wang Zhaomou stood in front of Ji Lianhuo and sent Ji Dabao back to his arms.

Ji Dabao held on to the man's clothes reluctantly. If he was acting deliberately and pretending to like him before, now he really likes him a little bit.

Not only did he save my uncle's leg, but he was also willing to spend so much for himself and my uncle to solve their urgent needs. He is a pure and kind person.

"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo's dark eyes were bright, like stars floating on the lake in the night.

"These, I will definitely pay you back in the future."

Wang Zhaomou looked carefully at the young man in front of him, and replied "Yes" with a half-smile.

God knows, how much I want to take my phone and record Ji Lianhuo's words!

Watching Bentley drive away, Ji Lianhuo put Ji Dabao back on his back, dug out the contents of the bag one by one, took out his account book, found a clean page, and neatly wrote down a few words on it. words.

"I owe Brother Zhaomou."

Ji Dabao sat down on Ji Lianhuo's shoulder after eating and drinking, watching his uncle's accounting.

Ji Lianhuo tried hard to remember the prices of these things before, but now they are all on the notebook. The two big bags are mostly Ji Dabao's supplies.

Children's things are more expensive, not to mention that Wang Zhaomou picked the best ones. Ji Lianhuo held the tip of the pencil and calculated a four-digit number at the end of the page.

This is enough for an ordinary worker in Sioux City to earn two or three months' wages.

Staring at the numbers for a while, Ji Lianhuo shared the accounting book and put the new things into bags one by one, leaving a few small clothes that Wang Zhaomou bought for Ji Dabao in his hands, reluctantly looking at them again and again.

Uncle Yu also looked over, and before he had time to praise the clothes, he saw Ji Lianhuo rubbing the brand-new clothes on the ground repeatedly.

"Xiao Ji! What are you doing!" Uncle Yu took a deep breath, "Good clothes, why are you ruining them!"

Light-colored clothes are not resistant to dirt, and after repeated rubbing on the ground, they suddenly turned gray and lost their previous brightness.

"Don't let that gambler find out." Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips tightly, put aside the rubbed clothes, picked up two brand new small cotton padded clothes, touched and touched them unbearably, put them on his hands, and rubbed the dirt again.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Uncle Yu sighed when he thought of the gambler's red eyes and disapproval from his relatives.

Seeing his new clothes turn gray, Ji Dabao bulged his cheeks. Although he felt distressed, he also knew that this was the only way for him to wear these clothes.

Li Daquan, that bastard, has already sold everything in the house, and his great-grandfather's money has almost been taken by Li Daquan. Only the last coffin is left, and he is often coveted by Li Daquan, and he is almost cashed out.

Ji Lianhuo put a few dusty clothes on the cart, then looked at the milk powder and diapers in the bag, and began to think seriously.

Ji Dabao watched as Ji Lianhuo hid the milk powder in the orange basket, covered the milk powder can with oranges, covered the surface of the diaper with a black plastic bag, and stuck it under the cart.

The baby bottle and other things were stuffed into the apple box. Ji Lianhuo also made a compartment out of cardboard. Inside the compartment were the baby bottles and apples. As long as you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice the existence of the compartment.

After finishing the preparations, it was getting dark, and Ji Lianhuo was carrying the fruit. The man who helped clean up the stall yesterday came over and gave his hand again.

Ji Lianhuo turned his head to look at the man on patrol, with obvious inquiries and vigilance in his eyes. Seeing this, the man scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I was stunned yesterday. I went back and thought about it carefully. What is the age of this, and there is no such thing as a disaster star."

Ji Lianhuo's face softened slightly, but his eyes were still alert.

"Let's talk about it." The man smiled, "If you are really a disaster star, how can you meet such a noble person as the big boss, and the big boss treats you so well."

Ji Lianhuo's movement of carrying the fruit paused for a moment, and he remembered something, his eyes softened, moist and bright.

"Thank you." The young man earnestly thanked the man.

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