Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

In order to give the child some time to calm down, Wang Zhaomou carried Ji Dabao downstairs and asked Mrs. Cheng to help him make two bowls of noodles.

He worked in the company all afternoon, and then he went to school and the hospital. After a series of events, Wang Zhaomou was finally able to eat something. Thinking about Ji Lianhuo's situation, he probably didn't have any food all afternoon.

Ji Dabao sat on the chair next to him, curiously watching the man in front of him eat.

The young master with noble temperament and good background still eats simple noodles. The few side dishes on the table are sold in supermarkets. The bowl is full of clear soup, only a few green vegetables are added. Sven, can't see the slightest peacekeeping.

In my last life, since I entered Leng’s house, every meal was carefully prepared by a special chef. As I ate, I seemed to forget the old days, abandon everything in the past, and even to cater to my identity, whatever the chef cooked If there is something wrong, I will lose my temper.

Also the president, Ji Dabao couldn't help but imitate Wang Zhaomou's way of eating, gently pinching the bamboo chopsticks with his fingers, and putting the noodles into his mouth, silently and elegantly.

Wang Zhaomou noticed Ji Dabao's movements from the corner of his eyes, thinking that he couldn't eat the rice noodles and was so greedy, he took a small piece of noodles with his serving chopsticks and handed them over. Ji Dabao raised his head, reached the noodles with his small mouth, and tried hard with his few teeth. chew.

Ji Dabao also learned to eat without making a sound, and ate a piece of noodles. Seeing Wang Zhaomou looking at him, Ji Dabao clapped his hands happily.

Big Brother is so nice!

Feed me noodles!

Wang Zhaomou quietly finished eating the remaining noodles. Looking at the time, an hour had passed, and it was over no matter what.

Carrying the bread for Ji Lianhuo upstairs, Wang Zhaomou knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside. He thought that Ji Lianhuo might have fallen asleep, but Wang Zhaomou took two steps with the tray when the door of the room opened suddenly.

Wang Zhaomou turned around and saw a young man with a flushed face but exceptionally dark eyes.

"Are you hungry?" Wang Zhaomou handed the tray to the young man, his eyes flicked over the fine beads of sweat on the young man's forehead.

As soon as he got close to Ji Lianhuo, he could clearly feel the heat on his body, Wang Zhaomou sighed a little in his heart, his expression was normal.

"Thank you, brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo tried to stabilize his breathing rate, took the tray with both hands, and walked into the room with a slight limp in his loose school pants.

Wang Zhaomou brought the documents, sat next to the young man, and watched him eat with great gulp.

Ji Dabao climbed up the stairs from the living room, went through more than ten steps, and finally climbed to his uncle's room.

The door of the room was closed tightly, Ji Dabao was covered in sweat, and weakly hammered the door with his small fist.

open the door!

You have the ability to eat noodles, you have the ability to open the door for me!

While eating, Ji Lianhuo carefully looked at the man next to him, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if his voice in the bathroom would be heard outside the door.

The child seemed to be very hungry. Wang Zhaomou watched as Ji Lianhuo drank all the soup in the bowl, as if he was only half full.

Is it because of the physical work I just did?

"Do you want to let Mrs. Cheng have another bowl?"

Wang Zhaomou glanced at the big bowl specially prepared by Mrs. Cheng for Ji Lianhuo. One bowl for him was as much as two for him.

"Thank you brother Zhaomou, no need." Ji Lianhuo pulled out a paper and came over, blushing and quickly wiped his mouth.

"Exactly, I have something here, and I want to hear the opinions of young people." Wang Zhaomou handed over the document in his hand, and Ji Lianhuo stood up quickly, taking it with both hands.

"Sit down." Wang Zhaomou glanced at Ji Lianhuo's injured position, standing up suddenly like this would definitely hurt the wound.

Hearing the instruction, the boy sat down immediately, holding the document in his hand, his eyes brightened.

Brother Zhaomou finally let me do something!

"Look at it." Wang Zhaomou pointed to the document in Ji Lianhuo's hand, "There is a project that requires a Fengshui master to participate. You choose one of these people, and I want to hear your thoughts."

Feng shui... master?

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and looked at each line carefully. Seeing this, Wang Zhaomou got up and patted the young man on the shoulder with a gentle tone.

"Look slowly, just give me a suggestion before you go back to school."

Seeing that Wang Zhaomou was about to leave, Ji Lianhuo wanted to get up to see him off, but the man held his shoulders down.

"Recover well."

Ding Ding watched the man walk to the door, but Ji Lianhuo hadn't reacted yet, and saw something coming from the light after Wang Zhaomou opened the door.

"Dabao." Ji Lianhuo picked up Ji Dabao, and only then remembered that he seemed to have overlooked something before.

Seeing the affectionate appearance of his uncle and nephew, Wang Zhaomou closed the door and left space for them.

"Woo, sloppy legs." Ji Dabao had tears in his eyes. Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo carried the child to the bed, pulled up the legs of his school trousers, and showed his injuries.

"It's not serious, don't worry." Ji Lianhuo touched Ji Dabao's head.

Ji Dabao lowered his body cautiously, and blew on Ji Lianhuo's wound wrapped in gauze. Ji Lianhuo's eyes were tender, and his eyes were rare and gentle.

Seeing this, Ji Dabao turned his dark eyes, and tried to poke Ji Lianhuo's wound in his previous life to see if there was anything wrong.

But before his fingers touched it, the collar of his back was lifted up the next moment.

Ji Dabao scratched his limbs in the air with confused eyes, only to see that Ji Lianhuo's ears were red, and he pulled down the legs of his school trousers, his eyes were a little green.

"No one else can touch it there."

other people?

Ji Dabao pointed at himself in disbelief.

Uncle, am I someone else? !

Just one leg!Can't even touch it? !

"You go to bed first." Ji Lianhuo laid Ji Dabao flat, and surrounded a space with pillows to prevent Ji Dabao from jumping over.

Ji Dabao was forced to lie flat, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Ji Lianhuo looked into his nephew's eyes for three seconds, then raised his hand to try to close his nephew's eyelids.

Ji Dabao felt the force on his eyelids, his mouth almost crooked!

His eyes rolled around for a moment, Ji Dabao fell asleep a little bit unbearably, Ji Lianhuo gently raised his hand when he saw this, and turned off the room light, leaving only the lamp on the desk, quietly flipping through the documents Brother Zhaomou handed over to him .

Ji Lianhuo didn't know any Feng Shui masters, so he could only get a glimpse of some places from the information. When he saw some places, Ji Lianhuo took out his mobile phone and tried to find information on the Internet.

When Ji Dabao woke up the next morning, he found his uncle lying on the desk with the light on, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.

At breakfast time, not long after Wang Zhaomou went downstairs, he saw Ji Lianhuo limping downstairs with a stack of documents, standing in front of him.

Wang Zhaomou glanced at the document in Ji Lianhuo's hand. There were many dense annotations on it. The thing described in one sentence on the document was checked carefully by the young man.

"Brother Zhaomou, I gave these Fengshui masters a star rating." Ji Lianhuo carefully placed the documents in his hand one by one in front of Wang Zhaomou.

"There are twelve masters in total, four are more like bluffs, five are at the average level, and the remaining three are at two-star, two-and-a-half-star, and three-star professional levels."

Wang Zhaosu raised his eyebrows, feeling a little novel about the juvenile selection method.

"This star rating is not random. It is added bit by bit according to their previous business. In the end, only this master is the best."

Ji Lianhuo picked out a document and handed it to the man with both hands.

Wang Zhaomou glanced at the name, Zhou Baiya.

"This master Zhou is 58 years old and is proficient in calculations, although he has no reputation as an expert, nor has he published any articles like other masters.

But he has been to many places, and he has done more than what is written in the document. "

Ji Lianhuo stood beside the man, with a nervous expression on his face, "I found something he did on the Internet.

He and his disciples went to the mountains and met a family begging for water. After sitting for a while, they asked the master if something happened at home.

The family immediately told about recent events. For some unknown reason, the chickens in the family died one by one, and his wife was also sick. The two daughters were listless every day, and would wake up crying from time to time at night.

Master Zhou gave the man a method, asking him to cut down a tree surrounded by vines, smash a big jar in front of the yard, and widen the gate.

Soon after the man did so, his wife's illness gradually improved, and the poultry no longer died inexplicably, and the two daughters were both admitted to college.

It was the two daughters who posted this incident on the Internet. Because Master Zhou didn't accept money at that time, they have been looking for this master now, and want to thank him for his help back then. "

After Ji Lianhuo said all this in one breath, he carefully looked at the man's expression, "So I think this Master Zhou has real talents."

Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, glanced at the documents on the table where he had made many notes, and understood that he had put a lot of thought into it.

This job is really more considerate than his assistant secretary.

"I will seriously consider your suggestion." Wang Zhaomou put down the document in his hand, and looked at Ji Lianhuo carefully.

"Did you not rest last night?"

"Sleep, slept for a while." Ji Lianhuo's ears began to turn red, and he was afraid to look directly at the man in front of him.

Even when he was asleep for a short while, he had extremely absurd dreams. If he slept through the whole night, he might not dare to look at brother Zhaomou again.

"The body comes first." Wang Zhaomou put away the documents and motioned the boy to sit down.

"Take a good rest at home today. You will have a monthly exam next week. Try not to let what happened yesterday affect your study mood."

"En." The young man sat obediently in his seat, raised his eyes from time to time, and looked at the man in the main seat with red ears.

Mrs. Cheng brought the food, Wang Zhaomou put down the documents in his hand, and used the serving chopsticks to pick up a chicken leg for the boy.

This is the treatment that can only be given to the most favored child in an ordinary family.Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at the chicken legs in the bowl, then looked up at Wang Zhaomou.

Is this... what to eat?

"A reward for you." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, "You worked hard last night."

Worked hard last night.

These five words seemed to have some kind of magical power, which immediately made the boy's face burn.