Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

According to Wang Zhaomou's superficial understanding of young people, although Ji Lianhuo now has the passbook left by his grandfather in his hand, he may not be willing to spend a penny, rounding it up, he is penniless.

So Wang Zhaomou bought everything he could, so as not to embarrass the young man.

"Try it on." Wang Zhaomou raised his chin slightly, motioning the young man to put it on to see if it fits well.

Ji Lianhuo's ears were red, he didn't know what he thought of, picked up Ji Dabao, put him into the suite, closed the door tightly, hesitated for a moment in front of Wang Zhaomou, and then took off his unlined clothes.

The young man was not wearing anything under his single clothes, all kinds of bruises were extremely obvious, and there were two scars lying on the young man like a centipede. Wang Zhaomou was stunned for a moment, saw the twinkling eyes of the young man, turned to look out the window, and avoided politely.

Ji Lianhuo paused when he took off his pants, blushed and slowed down, took out new, warm and dry clothes, and put them on slowly.

"Brother Zhaomou." A timid voice came from behind, Wang Zhaomou turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

It really is that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

Although Ji Lianhuo's appearance can be seen before, his whole body seems to be covered with a layer of dusty dust, covering all the bright and bright places, leaving only gloomy and gloomy, as if under the sun. It's about to get moldy in the corners in no time.

Now that he has put on brand new clothes, his face looks a little fairer, and his facial features are a little clearer and more beautiful.

Wang Zhaomou doesn't know how to buy young people's clothes. He listens to the advice of the shopping guide and buys the popular white sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers, which are simple and fresh.

Apart from……

Wang Zhaomou looked at the boy's hair. It seemed that it hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and it looked a bit messy. It was quite long and could be tied with the wolf tail that was popular in the previous life.

It's a pity that Wang Zhaomou is not Tony, and it's too late now, let alone go to the barbershop.

Ji Lianhuo blushed and looked at his toes. The snow-white sneakers were so comfortable to wear, and the socks were soft, with a faint fragrance.

When my parents were alive, the family could barely maintain food and clothing, and I always wore clothes worn by my brother, even shoes.

Now I can actually wear brand new clothes, and there is a unique smell on the brand new clothes.

Brother Zhaomou bought these for himself!

Ji Lianhuo's black eyes were bright, and when he looked up, he saw the man opposite him, looking at his hair.

Ji Lianhuo's ears were hot, so he raised his hand and tried to comb it with his fingers.

You just changed your clothes and messed up your hair?

"There is a clipper at home." Wang Zhaomou looked at the length of the boy's hair, "Should I go out and cut it tomorrow?"

"Just push it casually." Ji Lianhuo said quickly, for fear that Wang Zhaomou would spend money for himself again.

In the small book kept in the pocket, the amount owed to Brother Zhaomou has risen again and again. The expenses in the supermarket, Dabao’s hospitalization expenses, medical expenses, and even the expenses after the grandfather’s death are all covered by Brother Zhaomou. Now there are so many beautiful new clothes.

Ji Lianhuo almost didn't know how to repay the kindness.

"Wash it first." Wang Zhaomou unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his white shirt, rolled up the cuffs layer by layer, exposing his well-proportioned white arms, and led Ji Lianhuo into the bathroom.

Ji Lianhuo carefully took off his brand new sweater, folded it neatly, and walked into the washroom wearing his old clothes. He immediately saw Wang Zhaomou take off the shower head and unscrew the round faucets.

The shower head sprayed water, and Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at Wang Zhaomou sitting by the bathtub, holding the shower head in one hand, and gently testing the temperature of the water in the slender and dense water column with the other white and bony hand.

"Lian Huo, come here."

Ji Lianhuo heard the person opposite, calling himself softly.

Seeing the young man walking step by step with a dazed expression, Wang Zhaomou hooked his foot on the small bench in the bathroom, motioning Ji Lianhuo to sit on it.

The young man sat down obediently, lowered his head towards the bathtub, and felt the water from the shower splashing on his head, which was warm and wet his hair.

"How's the temperature?" Wang Zhaomou soaked the boy's hair, took shampoo in one hand, opened the cap with one hand, and tried to squeeze some in the boy's hair.

In his previous life, Wang Zhaomou once raised a German shepherd. The dog was so smart that he almost called him daddy. Whenever he had free time, Wang Zhaomou would take care of the dog to relax himself.

Gently inserted his fingers into the boy's hair roots, and gently twirled his fingertips. The foam was quickly rubbed out, washed away by the water, and flowed into the bathtub.

Ji Lianhuo kept his posture and didn't dare to move at all. The force on the top of his head was too gentle, and the place where he was rubbed by his fingertips was numb, and a slight movement would cause ripples.

Wiping the boy's wet hair with a towel felt similar, Wang Zhaomou asked Ji Lianhuo to stand up straight, and saw that the boy's cheeks and neck were all red, as if they were about to burn.

"The water is too hot?" Wang Zhaomou frowned, the water was hot, why didn't the child say a word the whole time.

"Not hot." Ji Lianhuo shook his head, his head was in chaos, the only thing left was the touch of a man's fingers running through his hair.

Wang Zhaomou fell silent.

Physiological reactions can't fool anyone. On the first day when the Patriarch of the Leng family took over, the child was scalded as if he had just been fished out of hot water.

The young man still didn't dare to say a word, and persisted until the end.

Is this just getting worse and worse?

Wang Zhaomou couldn't help thinking about the decision he had made before.

Due to his bad reputation in Sioux City, Ji Lianhuo has just lost his family and is homeless. If he just let it go, the young man will inevitably feel resentful towards him, hang out for a while, and hear the evaluation of him from the outside world , the previous efforts can be said to be in vain.

Now that he brought Ji Lianhuo home, he wanted to do his duty as an elder, but without experience, it would inevitably lead to frequent mistakes.

Then... I can only make up for it again.

As if seeing the change in the man's mood, Ji Lianhuo stepped forward nervously, "Brother Zhaomou, it's really not hot."

After finishing speaking, Ji Lianhuo pointed the shower head at himself, and was about to turn the faucet, as if he was eager to prove something.

Seeing Ji Lianhuo's hand on the hot water faucet, Wang Zhaomou quickly leaned over and pressed the young man's hand.

Ji Lianhuo froze in place, looking at the hand covering the back of his hand, he didn't dare to move.

Wang Zhaomou quietly took the shower head, pointed it at the bathtub, and taught the boy how to adjust the water in the shower.

"Here is hot water. If you just turn on this faucet, all the hot water will come out." Wang Zhaomou demonstrated to the young man, and Ji Lianhuo looked at the heat rising from the bathtub, as if he had done something wrong, and lowered his head.

"Hot water on the left and cold water on the right. When taking a shower, you need to unscrew both to adjust to your comfortable temperature." Wang Zhaomou looked at the young man admitting his mistake, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and handed the shower head to the young man.

"Come and try."

Ji Lianhuo's face was flushed, and he put his hand under the water, and tried to adjust the water temperature in a small range with the other hand. Feeling that the temperature of the water changed with his twisting, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, Subconsciously looked at the man beside him.

Wang Zhaomou took off his glasses that started to fog up, and smiled softly at the boy.

Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at the scene in front of him, the sound of water seemed to be an imperceptible background sound, and the only loud sound was his own heartbeat.

The appearance of the man wearing the glasses is gentle and abstinent. When he takes off the glasses, the eyes that are slightly turned up at the corners of the eyes appear brightly in front of him, and the corners of the raised lips are like a small hook, with barbs deep It was pierced into the heart to such a depth that it couldn't be taken out no matter what.

The mist rose, and Ji Lianhuo didn't blink his eyes. He felt that his whole heart was sinking on the person in front of him. He was agitated with joy, as if he had just been soaked in honey.

I live in now.

I can see him every day!

"Have you learned it?" Wang Zhaomou glanced at the bathtub, lowered his body and plugged the stopper, so as not to waste water.

"Yes, yes." Ji Lianhuo blushed and lowered his eyes, and quickly turned off the faucet.

Wang Zhaomou watched the young man hang the shower head back to its original position, sighed silently in his heart, lowered his eyes and wiped the fog from the lens with the corner of his suit vest, and put it on again.

Taking the boy downstairs, Wang Zhaomou asked Mrs. Cheng to take out the electric fader that Wang Zhaoyun had used before, and with it, she pushed Ji Lianhuo's hair away in less than 2 minutes. The remaining length was what a high school student should have. size.

As the half-length hair fell to the ground, the young man's smooth forehead was also revealed, showing more prominent facial features.

As she lowered her head to clean her hair, Mrs. Cheng couldn't help showing a bit of surprise when she saw it. The young man's side face was amazing, the gap between the brow bone and the eyes was not small, and the mountain roots were high. When he was expressionless, the young man's eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of indifference. But as soon as he saw the young master, he immediately became bright again.

Suddenly, Mrs. Cheng understood a little why the young master brought the freshman and the young to live here.

If he grows up a few more years, won't this kid look better than the stars on TV?

"Okay." Wang Zhaomou put down the clipper in his hand, and took off the apron tied around the boy's neck. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a few strands of hair falling from Ji Lianhuo's neck, and subconsciously blew on it.

The boy's sensitive shoulders trembled, and Wang Zhaomou reacted immediately, and wiped off those few hairs with a sponge.

Finally trimming Ji Lianhuo from beginning to end, Wang Zhaomou glanced at his watch, it was past eleven o'clock.

"Go to sleep." Wang Zhaomou wiped his hands, remembering the stack of documents in the study, which he had to read overnight.

"Thank you Brother Zhaomou!" Ji Lianhuo quickly bowed to Wang Zhaomou, and then thanked Mrs. Cheng, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

Seeing the boy's polite and well-behaved appearance, Wang Zhaomou was inexplicably relieved. Seeing Ji Lianhuo go upstairs, he turned around and went to the study to review the master plan sent by the real estate company.

After a period of operation, the land certificate and construction land planning permission of the community were finally obtained. After the company's project approval and investigation, it came to the general plan review stage.

This stage is the most exhausting work in the entire development and construction process.Every building in the community must be inspected.

The issues that need to be considered are not only the height, spacing, and spacing of buildings, but also factors such as sunshine, total floor area ratio, building density, and fire protection regulations.

In this regard, Wang Zhaomou is not an expert, but he can use strict requirements with advanced vision, such as garage problems, such as natural gas pipeline problems, so that the community will not fall behind after several years, and let the people in charge below speed up the progress and become bald.

With the combination of grace and power, all virtuous and courtiers are obedient, and Wang Zhaomou has always believed in this point.

Ji Dabao had been placed in the room for an hour, Ji Dabao spent half an hour thinking about life, and the remaining half an hour, lying in front of the door, secretly listening to the movement outside.

That Wang Zhaomou is a nice person, so why is he not ashamed, and even asked his uncle to change his clothes in front of him, which is a little bit bad from any angle.

It was quiet outside the room, Ji Dabao tried to stand up holding the door, his ears pressed against the door panel, his big black eyes turned around, he didn't hear anything.

His legs were a little weak, Ji Dabao sat on the ground unwillingly, watching the sky getting darker and darker, finally waited for Ji Lianhuo to come, and opened the door.

Uncle's face was full of joy visible to the naked eye, and he didn't know what happened. He didn't sleep well all night, and rolled around on the big bed for a few rounds, which made Ji Dabao unable to sleep.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Ji Dabao opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his uncle put on his old clothes, found a rag, and walked out of the room energetically.

On the second day after the future head of the Leng family moved in, Wang Zhaomou went downstairs with coffee. Before he had time to enjoy the quiet morning, he saw the young man kneeling in one place holding a rag, trying to wipe the floor of the living room.

With a sip of coffee stuck in his throat, Wang Zhaomou suddenly had a heart attack.

Is it really that difficult to leave a way out for the Wang family?