Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Hearing the inquiries from the people around him, Ji Lianhuo subconsciously tightened his legs, raised his head with a blushing face, and nodded a few times carefully.

See clearly.

See clearly the slender white hand holding the black gear lever and gently pushing it up and down.

"You have a try." Wang Zhaomou put down his hand, motioning Ji Lianhuo to try it himself.

After all, he is a top scorer in science, Wang Zhaomou thought, Ji Lianhuo must have better comprehension ability than ordinary people, and he will learn things faster.

Ji Lianhuo's cheeks were hot, and he put his hand on the gear lever and held it gently.

"First gear." Wang Zhaomou watched the young man operate.

Ji Lianhuo obediently pushed up the gear lever.

"Second gear."

Ji Lianhuo pulled down the gear lever.

"Third gear."

Ji Lianhuo continued to push up, only in one gear slot, up and down.

Wang Zhaomou was quiet for a moment, raised his hand to cover the back of the boy's hand, held Ji Lianhuo's hand, and helped him feel the gear slot.

"There are three upper and lower gear slots here, corresponding to six gears, and there is also a reverse gear."

Feeling that the back of his hand was covered with tenderness, Ji Lianhuo held the gear lever, his whole body was tense and hot, and there was a large patch of red on his neck.

"Push up from the far left, it's first gear." Wang Zhaomou held the young man's hand, and moved gently, "Push down from the far left, it's second gear."

Ji Lianhuo was in a daze, all his attention was focused on the hand being held, brother Zhaomou's palm was very soft, warm and delicate, there was no callus in his palm, it was unexpectedly soft.

My hand was half-wrapped, as if I had fallen into a sweet and gentle land, I just wanted to be touched and gently moved like this.

"The bottom right is the sixth gear." Wang Zhaomou held the boy's hand and explained it again.

"If you go to the driving school, you can press the gear lever of the vehicle you learn, and then pull it to the second gear on the left, which is the reverse gear."

Wang Zhaomou pressed the gear lever as a demonstration. He didn't use much effort, only heard a "hmm" next to him, and a muffled hum came out.

Wang Zhaomou looked sideways at Ji Lianhuo in the co-pilot seat. The boy's face was flushed, his eyes dodged unconsciously, and he covered his mouth with one hand, as if he had done some heinous sin. Everyone is on fire.

Wang Zhaomou subconsciously looked at the driver in the back row. The driver immediately sat forward, pointed at the overlapping hands of the two and nodded, "Yes, I just started learning to drive, and the driving instructor taught me the same way!"

After a moment of silence, Wang Zhaomou turned his head and looked at Ji Lianhuo with his hands back.

"You try again?"

Ji Lianhuo tried hard not to think about the voice he made just now, and held the gear lever tightly, his earlobes were red as if they were about to bleed.

"First gear." Wang Zhaomou ordered softly, and Ji Lianhuo immediately pressed the gear lever, and then pulled it to the first gear position.

"Second gear."

Ji Lianhuo quickly pressed the gear lever again and pulled it to the second gear.

Wang Zhaomou fell into deep thought, and began to reflect on how deep the impression the boy had left on the boy.

"Let's sign up for a driving school and learn from the beginning." The driver sat in the back row and suggested friendlyly, "My coach said that it is easier to teach students who have never touched a car before."

Wang Zhaomou couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

Returning to the back row with the young man and sitting firmly, Wang Zhaomou thought about what went wrong with his teaching, which even the province's number one student in science couldn't understand.

Ji Lianhuo sat beside him with his legs tightly together, the temperature on his face refused to drop at all, and the back of his hand still felt the gentle pressure of Wang Zhaomou.

The two of them didn't speak any more along the way. After returning to the villa, Wang Zhaomou sat on the sofa in the living room and raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows as he watched the young man blushing and hurried upstairs after hanging up his clothes and fetching slippers for him.

"What's wrong with Xiao Ji?" Mrs. Cheng came over with fruit and looked upstairs curiously.

"Lian Huo wants to learn how to drive." Wang Zhaomou smiled helplessly, "I tried to practice, but the results were not satisfactory."

"Is this... embarrassing?" Mrs. Cheng couldn't help laughing, "Young children have thin skins, they can't learn everything at the first time. It takes a long time, so let's practice slowly."

Wang Zhaomou nodded, and sent a message to Lao Qi to find a better driving school for Ji Lianhuo.

I'm afraid even the driving school that is close to it can't control this child.

Lao Qi was extremely efficient, and he enrolled Ji Lianhuo in the driving school the next day, and made an appointment with the coach to meet at ten o'clock.

In the early morning of that day, Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Dabao who was drinking milk powder on the dining table, looking at the way he gulped down "ton, ton, ton", he seemed to have recovered.

"Call Teacher Sun tomorrow." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Dabao with a smile, "After resting for such a long time, I don't know if Dabao has forgotten what he learned before."

Ji Dabao slammed the hand holding the bottle, feeling a little depressed.

After a few days of leisure, I had just recovered, and I wanted that female devil to come over.

Ji Dabao couldn't help feeling somewhat resistant, his dark eyes rolled away, and the whole cub suddenly sank down, returning to that sickly state.

"Ahem." Ji Dabao coughed immaturely a few times, stopped eating the milk powder, leaned limply on Ji Lianhuo's body, raised his head helplessly and pitifully, trying in vain to make his uncle show mercy.

Ji Lianhuo glanced at Ji Dabao who was about to act, his eyes were stern, and he didn't give him the slightest chance.

The intelligence development teacher was hired by brother Zhaomou, which is good for Ji Dabao's intelligence. Now that Ji Dabao has recovered physically, he should start going to school.

Seeing that his uncle was so hard-hearted that he ignored his own illness, Ji Dabao sniffled, got off the child's chair pitifully, walked to Wang Zhaomou's side, and raised his hand for a hug.

Wang Zhaomou put the personal mobile phone in his pocket by the table, picked up Ji Dabao with a smile, and pinched his son's rounded face.

"Wooooo." Ji Dabao lay in Wang Zhaomou's arms, hugging him flatteringly.

Brother, only you can save me now.

Wang Zhaomou hugged Ji Dabao, looked at Ji Lianhuo, and suggested, "How about letting Dabao rest for another two days?"

When Ji Lianhuo met Wang Zhaomou's eyes, his eyes immediately softened and became dark and moist.Hearing that brother Zhaomou told Ji Dabao to rest for another two days, he nodded immediately.

When Ji Dabao saw it, his heart was immediately elated, and he pressed against Wang Zhaomou's chest tightly. When he turned his head, he saw the mobile phone on the table.

correct.

Ji Dabao suddenly remembered what he had posted.

I was so sick before that I didn't have time to think about the things on the forum. Now it's time to check and accept the results, see if there is anyone who knows this jade in the post, or ask yourself a private message about jade information.

But how can I get my phone?

Ji Dabao was thinking hard when he suddenly heard the person holding him speak.

"Lianhuo, you might have to learn to drive when you go to the driving school today." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo who had just finished breakfast, "Have you chosen your clothes and shoes?"

Ji Lianhuo nodded immediately, went upstairs without further ado, put on his clothes and sneakers, and came down to show Wang Zhaomou.

Wang Zhaomou put down Ji Dabao in his arms, walked up to Ji Lianhuo, glanced at the short sleeves on the boy's upper body, and raised the corners of his lips, "Practice will be very dry."

Seeing Wang Zhaomou caring about him, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but blushed, and his heart was sweet.

"I'll change it."

Ji Dabao watched his uncle striding upstairs, seeing that Wang Zhaomou had no intention of coming, licked his lips, stood on the chair and straightened up, and easily got Wang Zhaomou's cell phone.

Ji Dabao lay on the chair, covered himself with the dining table, turned on Wang Zhaomou's mobile phone, and started to log in to the Haofugui forum.

Ji Lianhuo changed his long sleeves and stood in front of Wang Zhaomou, his eyes full of joy.

"Do you need to wear a hat?" Wang Zhaomou looked at the boy's complexion that had just recovered from the wind and sun. His hands were a healthy and beautiful wheat color, but his face and neck were several degrees whiter than his hands, clean and refreshing.

Wang Zhaomou couldn't help suspecting that the color difference in the young man's hand was most likely caused by roasting chestnuts with fried sugar.

"Brother Zhaomou, do you think you should wear it?" Ji Lianhuo stroked his hair, trying to show the length of his hair to Wang Zhaomou. He hadn't had a haircut for a long time, and it grew a little longer.

"You can't wear it while driving, but it's really hot outside." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo's hair, "It's better to be prepared."

Ji Lianhuo excitedly went upstairs again, and after a while, wearing a black baseball cap, he walked down quickly in three steps.

Wang Zhaomou looked with satisfaction at the energetic young man in front of him, wearing a black baseball cap, a white long-sleeved loose T-shirt, black sweatpants, and brand-new sneakers.

It seems that youthful hormones are everywhere.

"On the way back today, if you have nice hats, I'll buy you some more." Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and straightened Ji Lianhuo's hat brim.

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his head to meet Wang Zhaomou's hand, his chest seemed to contain a puddle of sweet sugar water, which made his heart beat happily.

Ji Dabao was lying on the chair, flipping through his posts. From his illness to now, there have been hundreds of floors one after another, but looking all the way, it seems that there is no useful information.

The bottom line is not to ask the host if it is beautiful, or to say that the jade I bought at the street stall for ten yuan is more beautiful than this.

Can this be tolerated? !

Ji Dabao angrily poked the phone button to reply, 【Your scumbag, don't compare it with my boss's family heirloom, there is no comparison, understand? ! 】

After replying to the message, Ji Dabao calmed down a bit, watched his uncle put on his hat again, and hurried back to delete his history.

Seeing that the two of them had finished eating, Mrs. Cheng came to clear the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something sprawled on the young master's chair. With a sound of "Oops", she almost dropped the plate in her hand in fright.

Just as Ji Dabao deleted the record, there was a sudden scream from the side. Ji Dabao's hands trembled in fright, and the mobile phone in his hand came out, and fell to the ground with a "slap".

Ji Dabao lay prone on the chair, not daring to move, and faintly felt a shadow covering his young body.

Ji Lianhuo quickly picked up Wang Zhaomou's cell phone from the ground, wiped it clean with his hands, and looked coldly at his nephew lying on the chair.

Wang Zhaomou walked behind the two of them, saw Ji Dabao lying on the chair with his little butt raised, and suddenly felt that this position was very suitable for being beaten.

"Brother Zhaomou, I'm sorry." Ji Lianhuo narrowed his eyes and handed the phone to Wang Zhaomou with both hands.

Wang Zhaomou took the phone and saw the history page on the screen that he hadn't had time to return to.

The top is empty.

Wang Zhaomou put away his cell phone calmly, looked at Ji Lianhuo with serious eyes, picked up Ji Dabao, and started to go upstairs.

Ji Dabao struggled in panic, as if he had foreseen the storm he was about to face, desperately stretched out his little hand to Wang Zhaomou for help, with tears in his eyes.

Brother, come on, love me again!