Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"This will be your room from now on." Mrs. Cheng walked in front and pushed open the door of the guest room. The boy was holding the one-year-old child and stood cautiously outside the door.

After sending off grandfather for the last journey, Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao were sent to the villa by the driver. Wang Zhaomou answered the phone and left. The person receiving them was Mrs. Cheng in an apron.

Ji Lianhuo has never seen such a beautiful house. The clean and flat lawn in front of the villa is still green in winter. The living room on the first floor of the house is bigger than the previous yard. The furniture in the room is brand new and there are many things , Ji Lianhuo had never heard of it before.

As soon as he entered the villa, Ji Lianhuo took two steps, and found Mrs. Cheng turned his head to look at something. Ji Lianhuo turned his head carefully, and saw a few dirty footprints on the clean floor.

"I'm sorry." Ji Lianhuo's neck turned red, he hurriedly took off his cloth shoes, and stepped on the floor barefoot.

"It's okay, you wait here." Mrs. Cheng hurried to get the slippers, Ji Lianhuo held Ji Dabao with one hand, lowered his head and quickly wiped the dirty footprints on the floor with his sleeve.

Ji Dabao frowned, raised his hand and scratched his nose.

Mrs. Cheng came over with clean slippers and asked the boy to change them. Ji Lianhuo quickly thanked him, and carefully put on the fleece slippers, and his feet immediately warmed up.

"Young master informed me earlier that I should clean up a guest room." Mrs. Cheng walked in front, trying to hide her curiosity, with a natural tone, "I heard that you have a child, so I found a suite for you."

Mrs. Cheng led one large and one small into the guest room, and briefly introduced, "There is an independent bathroom. The master room of the suite is yours. You can tell me what you need. The secondary room is for the children. I bought a small bed. Workers can come and install it tomorrow."

"Thank you." Ji Lianhuo bowed his head in thanks, his eyes full of gratitude.

Seeing the young man's sincere attitude, Mrs. Cheng also smiled, "To be honest, I was quite surprised when the young master called me to clean up. After all, the young master has never invited guests to the villa for a long-term stay."

Ji Lianhuo pursed his thin lips, his ears felt a little hot for some reason.

"But it's okay." Mrs. Cheng looked at the young man's red ears and smiled. "On weekdays, there are only me and the young master here. Got some popularity."

Young Master Su... Who is it?

Ji Lianhuo's lips moved, but he didn't dare to ask.

"Clean up first, and I'll prepare dinner." Seeing the young man's inarticulate appearance, Mrs. Cheng walked out of the room with a smile, leaving room for the big and the small.

As soon as the door was closed, Ji Dabao watched Ji Lianhuo looking around cautiously, touching this one carefully, poking that one, and finally sat on the side of the bed with his hands tied, suddenly remembered something, got up quickly, and looked at the place where he sat , There is no dirty mark left.

The room has a desk, a dressing table, a wardrobe, a flat-screen TV, and all kinds of furniture. There is a two-meter-by-two-meter large bed at the end, and a white soft bed end bench.

The lamp in the room is a simple and elegant crystal lamp, and there are auxiliary lamps around. Ji Dabao looked at his uncle, sitting on the floor like a dog, looking up at the beautiful crystal lamp in a daze.

Ji Dabao raised a three-point disdainful, three-point indifferent, four-point careless smile, thinking to himself:

What is this!

In the last life, my uncle's real estate was almost all over the world, and he even bought a few small islands with a pleasant climate. Which one is not better than here?

Ji Lianhuo looked at the beautiful lamp above his head for a long time, and when he looked down, he saw Ji Dabao's small mouth twisted as if he had suffered a stroke.

Ji Lianhuo subconsciously patted the boy's face, and moved Ji Dabao's mouth back to its original position with his fingers.

"You like it here too, don't you?" Ji Lianhuo tried hard to suppress the joy in his heart, raising Ji Dabao with both hands.

"We have a new home!"

Ji Dabao hiccupped when he was lifted, and his legs danced helplessly in the air.

"You have to be good in the future." Ji Lianhuo put down his son and pinched his little nephew's nose, "It's not an emergency, don't cry, don't disturb Brother Zhaomou, understand?"

Ji Dabao pursed his lips, his heart is in your heart, I'm more important, or that man?

I must be important.

Ji Dabao waved his small fist, convinced of his own judgment.

I am my own nephew, blood is thicker than water!

Everything around was clean, Ji Lianhuo looked down at the blood on his clothes, carried Ji Dabao into the bathroom, put Ji Dabao in the bathtub, walked to the clean sink, took off his unlined clothes, A thin body covered with a thin layer of muscles, with all kinds of old marks intertwined, it is shocking to look at it at a glance.

Ji Lianhuo slightly wet the blood-stained area on his clothes, applied soap, and rubbed hard.

These bloodstains were accidentally splashed on Li Daquan when he beat Li Daquan before. According to Ji Lianhuo's understanding of Li Daquan, if he beat him himself, he would never let it go, and he might come to him because of his injuries. trouble.

In short, even if there are extreme situations, I must not implicate Brother Zhaomou.

Thinking of that gambler, Ji Lianhuo's eyes darkened a bit, and he only regretted that he didn't hit hard enough at that time.

The blood on the clothes was cleaned, and the whole clothes were soaked. When Ji Lianhuo twisted them hard, he heard a few "tears" from the clothes.

Ji Lianhuo hastily unfolded his only unlined garment, only to see that two holes had been unscrewed on the back of the garment, leaving only a few fibers barely connected.

Standing in the bathtub, Ji Dabao secretly smiled when he saw his uncle's slightly embarrassing appearance.

As long as I can remember, I know that my uncle is strong and can easily lift two boxes of apples that even grown men can barely handle. If it wasn’t for me, my uncle would not choose to set up a stall to sell fruit. In order to move bricks and model workers.

Ji Lianhuo looked at the unlined garment, his eyelids drooped, he hung the unlined garment on the drying rack, stood in front of the sink, and carefully washed his body with soap and water.

Ji Dabao glanced at the shower next to him, and said "Wow" twice. Seeing Ji Lianhuo look over, he pointed with his little finger.

Ji Lianhuo was covered with soap foam, standing in front of the shower, looking at several round faucets with metallic luster, hesitant.

What if you can't do it well and twist it?

Ji Lianhuo shook his head towards Ji Dabao, and stood in front of the sink again, washing the dry foam off his body.

The towels here are brand new, white and soft.

Ji Lianhuo wiped his upper body meticulously, and when he looked down, he saw that his pants were inevitably a little wet, so he could only twist them and dry them with his own body temperature.

The sky was getting dark, and Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao, who were shirtless, sat on the floor, quietly staring at the single clothes hanging near the window. Ji Lianhuo touched them from time to time, but they were always wet.

"Guest." The door was knocked three times, Ji Lianhuo got up quickly, quickly put on his half-wet clothes, and opened the door.

"You can go downstairs to eat." Mrs. Cheng informed politely.

"Excuse me, is brother Zhaomou back?" Ji Lianhuo said in a low voice.

"Young master is on the way." Mrs. Cheng glanced at the child lying on the ground, "The baby's milk powder is ready, you can feed the baby first, the young master will arrive soon."

"Thank you." Ji Lianhuo turned around and picked up Ji Dabao, and followed Mrs. Cheng downstairs.

Looking at Ji Dabao's dusty clothes, Ji Lianhuo stood and hugged Ji Dabao, and handed over the baby bottle with the right temperature.

Ji Dabao couldn't wait to hug the bottle, kicking his legs and sucking. For some reason, today's milk powder seems to be more delicious.

When Wang Zhaomou walked into the villa, he immediately saw the boy holding the child.

The young man looked down at the nephew in his arms, showing a bit of restraint in an unfamiliar environment.

"Master, you are here." Mrs. Cheng walked over quickly, took the coat that Wang Zhaomou took off, and hung it on the hanger next to her.

The bodyguard following Wang Zhaomou put a few shopping bags beside him and quietly exited.

"Brother Zhaomou!" Hearing the movement, the young man ran over immediately, and stood in front of Wang Zhaomou with Ji Dabao in his arms, his eyes were green and bright.

"Have you seen your room?"

The temperature in the villa was not low. Wang Zhaomou loosened his tie and hung it to the side. He took off the suit jacket under the coat, revealing the white shirt and suit vest inside.

"Look, I see." The boy stammered inexplicably.

"You can get used to it slowly." Wang Zhaomou walked ahead, "If you have any extra needs, you can tell me."

"No, there's no need." Ji Lianhuo's ears turned red, and his gaze fell on the back of the person in front of him somehow.

The lines...beautiful.

Mrs. Cheng brought the hot food to the table, and Wang Zhaomou sat at the main seat, watching the young man standing beside him in a daze, tapping the place on his left with his fingertips.

"Sit here."

Mrs. Cheng took away the cub who was still fighting with the bottle in the boy's arms, and Ji Lianhuo sat obediently at the place Wang Zhaomou pointed out, with his head lowered, his cheeks flushed slightly.

"Let's eat, don't be so cautious." Wang Zhaomou picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the rice in the bowl like a demonstration. Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo also picked up the chopsticks, resisting the temperature on his face, and ate the rice bite by bite.

The rice here is also delicious.

While eating, Ji Lianhuo involuntarily looked at the man in the main seat, looked at the black chopsticks with snow-white rice in his mouth, and watched the light-colored lips lightly touch the chopsticks, Ji Lianhuo didn't know What's the matter, it's like my body is about to burn.

Wang Zhaomou noticed the young man's gaze, put on the serving chopsticks, and put some vegetables in the young man's bowl, which was an order from the elders.

"Eat more vegetables."

"Thank you Brother Zhaomou." The young man tried his best to turn his eyes and lower his head, feeling as if he was sick, and he was about to lose control of his actions.

Mrs. Cheng hugged her cub beside her, watching the boy fill up bowl after bowl of rice, and tried hard to suppress her surprise.

Really, the production team dare not do this to feed pigs!

How long has this child been hungry!

Ji Lianhuo secretly glanced at Wang Zhaomou from time to time, and then blushed and lowered his head to grab the rice. Wang Zhaomou felt choked when he saw it, but the boy didn't feel it at all, and the more he ate, the faster he ate.

Normally, there would be a lot of food left on the table. Today, Mrs. Cheng cooked two extra dishes, and the plates were all cleaned up. When she was clearing the tableware, looking at the bottom of the clean plate, Mrs. Cheng doubted life more than once. .

After dinner, Ji Lianhuo couldn't wait to lock himself into the room, washed his face several times, and finally lowered the temperature of his body. Before he could adjust his breathing, the door knocked, and Ji Lianhuo hurriedly opened it. A slender man at the door, and a shopping bag at his feet.

"Can I go in?" Wang Zhaomou asked with a smile, showing a bit of gentleness as an elder.

"You can come in at any time." Ji Lianhuo just turned his face down, and it started to get hot again. He lowered his body and lifted the bag at Wang Zhaomou's feet, and asked the man to come in sideways.

"I bought two pieces of clothes, try to see if they fit." Wang Zhaomou signaled the young man to open the bag, and walked to the window by himself, leaning against the window sill.

Ji Lianhuo bowed his head, blushed and took out the clothes in the bag one by one, including clothes, pants and socks, a pair of new white shoes, and...

Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at the pair of brand new black underpants at the bottom of the bag, his head burned blank.

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Ji Dabao: In my uncle's heart, I am the most important, right?

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