Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Seeing Wang Zhaoyun walking out of the villa crying with his face covered, Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou, breathing a little unsteadily.

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and straightened the cuffs of his shirt, his light-colored lips drooped slightly, and the slender eyelashes under the lenses restrained the emotions in his eyes.

"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo took a step forward, couldn't help wetting his lips, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, beating happily.

I have heard all kinds of dirty words. After getting used to being hurt by other people's words, Ji Lianhuo felt that he was numb enough, but today, that gray area actually bloomed little by little. Chest spread.

Brother Zhaomou was protecting himself, protecting himself from those sharp words.

"Let's eat first." Wang Zhaomou looked normal, and after washing his hands, he took the chair.

Ji Lianhuo sat next to Wang Zhaomou. During the meal, the corners of his lips could not help but rise, and he kept sneaking glances at the person in the main seat. No matter what he ate, there was a wonderful sweet taste.

This is what it feels like to be loved.

Ji Lianhuo didn't sleep well all night. As soon as he closed his eyes while lying on the bed, Zhao Zhao faced Wang Zhaoyun with a stern look, and his pale lips opened and closed slightly in his mind.

"Apologize to Ji Lianhuo!"

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips, rolled around on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and recalled over and over again the image of brother Zhaomou taking off his watch with serious eyes.

Brother Zhaomou, will he do this every day before going to bed?

Take off your watch, unbutton your shirt, unbutton your belt, will you pull the belt out?

Realizing what he was thinking, Ji Lianhuo blushed, his consciousness seemed to wake up his body, clamoring for love everywhere.

Ji Lianhuo stood up, trying to calm down the boiling blood, but the man's white wrist, which was wrapped and tightened by the black belt, flashed in his mind.

Quickly running to the bathroom, Ji Lianhuo turned on the cold water to wash away the heat from his body.

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"Mom!" Wang Zhaoyun cried like a dog, and ran home, and when he saw Aunt Song, he rushed into his own mother's arms.

"What's the matter?" Aunt Song put down the embroidery in her hand and moved the needle and thread away so as not to poke Wang Zhaoyun.

"Brother, brother, he hit me!" Wang Zhaoyun pointed at his face, with tears in his eyes, don't want to be wronged.

Aunt Song glanced at her son's face, she was indeed blushing.

Father Wang, who was watching TV with a black crystal stone mirror, looked at his youngest son and smiled gleefully after hearing this.

"Wang Zhaomou why did he beat you?"

"Because of that Ji Lianhuo!" Wang Zhaoyun became more and more aggrieved as he thought about it, "Brother, he hit me because of an outsider!"

"Did you do something before your brother beat you?" Aunt Song knew her son very well. He acted impulsively and willfully, as if he was not afraid of anything.

"I..." Wang Zhaoyun's eyes were a little erratic, and he looked away guiltily, "I just scolded that Ji Lianhuo a few words."

Aunt Song had a "sure enough" expression.

It was because of his mouth that he was sent to a plastic factory before, and the time interval was a bit longer, and now the scar is healed and he forgets the pain.

"The point is not this, the point is that brother doesn't love me anymore!" Wang Zhaoyun curled his lips, "He said that Ji Lianhuo is his younger brother in front of outsiders, and I am obviously his only real younger brother!"

Aunt Song couldn't help laughing, "That Ji Lianhuo is already younger than Zhaomou, what does Zhaomou call his younger brother?"

Wang Zhaoyun froze for a while, rolled his eyes for a while, scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, but couldn't find anything wrong with it.

"Okay." Aunt Song looked at her son with a helpless expression, "I will pick a day later and go to your brother to apologize."

"I don't." Wang Zhaoyun turned his head, feeling displeased all over.

"I've found out a long time ago that my brother is different from other people's brothers. He kept a distance from me since he was a child. Recently, he managed to get closer. Another Ji Lianhuo came. He doesn't love me at all!"

Aunt Song watched her son be quiet for a moment, glanced at her husband in the living room, and led Wang Zhaoyun to the yard.

The peach trees in the yard have withered, leaving a few fluffy green peaches, which are trying to grow.

Aunt Song pulled Wang Zhaoyun to sit by the koi pond, and after organizing her words for a while, she tried to speak.

"Do you know why Zhaomou keeps keeping a distance from me?"

Wang Zhaoyun shook his head and looked at his mother seriously, "I only know that you told me last time that my brother defended you very much when he was young."

"Yes." Aunt Song nodded, with a little tenderness in her eyes.

"Zhaomou, he protected me and protected me through the most difficult days."

"Then what will happen to you after that..." Wang Zhaoyun couldn't find a word to describe the current situation of the two of them.

"When Zhaomou's biological mother passed away, he was still very young." Aunt Song looked at the koi in the pond with pity.

"His biological mother passed away because of dystocia, one dead body and two lives. Because of this, Zhaomou was closed for a long time. The condition was so serious that he couldn't speak. Hongjin took him to see many doctors, and the situation improved slightly."

Wang Zhaoyun bowed his head, no one had ever told him these things.

"That's when I got together with Hongjin through an introducer." Aunt Song looked reminiscent.

"Qiyan treats me plainly, she knows that her father will definitely find a new wife, so she has long accepted the reality.

Zhaomou resisted me very much at the beginning and didn't let me get close to him. I silently remembered his favorite food, picked him up from school, and helped him drive away those bad kids who bullied him. From then on, Zhaomou slowly accepted me. . "

Aunt Song paused, "Your brother used to be the kind of person who, once he recognized a person, would treat him unscrupulously and open his heart completely to him. He was like that to me at that time.

He would let me hold him, talk about his school in my arms, tell me his little secret; on my birthday, he would smash his piggy bank, just to buy me a beautiful Clothes; including when I was hostile by the relatives of the Wang family, he would rush out to protect me, such a small child, facing relatives like tigers and wolves, showed his small fangs, just to protect me. "

Aunt Song had tears in her eyes, "Later he started calling me 'Mom', he loved me with all his heart, as long as I promise one thing, he is not to conceive a younger brother or sister.

I understand his intentions, he is afraid that I will bleed a lot like his biological mother, scream and struggle in the delivery room in pain, and finally leave him forever and abandon him, and bury him motionless in the loess. "

Wang Zhaoyun looked at his mother in shock.

"I promised him, and even made a hook with him."

Aunt Song looked at her son with tears in her eyes.

"However, I still betrayed a child who loved me deeply." Aunt Song's tears dripped down.

"The relatives of the Wang family have been staring at me. If Hongjin and I have a child, my situation will be much better." Aunt Song raised her head and wiped the tears on her face, "I am a shameless adult. Unable to hide it, Zhaomou looked at me in disbelief, stepped back step by step, and I knew that I could no longer bring him back."

"Since then, he never got close to me. He kept a distance from me. He already knows my face and what a shameless adult I am." Aunt Song choked up.

"I bled heavily when I gave birth to you, and Hongjin took care of me all the time. After you were born and the situation stabilized, Hongjin went home and found Zhaomou who had passed out crying in the closet. He still held me tightly in his hand to send him toys."

"I hurt this child bloody." Aunt Song kept wiping her tears, "But he has always been a good boy."

"I don't know if you remember or not." Aunt Song looked at Wang Zhaoyun with tears in her eyes, "When you were just in elementary school, someone threw stones at you and said you were stupid like a pig. The children hit and pressed them, asking them to apologize to you.

When I went to pick you up that day, I saw you being led by Zhaomou, with snacks in your hand, smiling silly with snot and tears, and kept calling 'brother'. "

Wang Zhaoyun lowered his head and couldn't help wiping away his tears.

"Before your father was ill, you and Qi Yan kept jumping up to divide the family property, and you still said in front of others how scheming Zhaomou was and how he bullied you and Qi Yan, now half of Sucheng knows Zhaomou In order to fight for the family property, he turned against his siblings.

But why don't you think about it, if Zhaomou didn't stand up and take up the Wang's group at that time, the Wang's group would have fallen apart as early as your father's surgery, how would you be living now? "

Wang Zhaoyun's eyes were full of guilt, and he felt the slap on his face, which was hot and painful.

"I wanted to tell you a long time ago that you are the child who is least qualified to fight for family property." Aunt Song watched Wang Zhaoyun closely.

"If your father dies, if Zhaomou gives you something, you want it, don't be greedy, and don't think about fighting for other things.

Your brother will never watch you starve to death, let alone let you die. "

"I...understood." Wang Zhaoyun said in a low voice, suddenly remembered something, raised his head in a murmur, and looked at his mother.

"I signed a contract with my brother before, and I owe a lot of money to my brother."

Aunt Song was silent, "How much?"

"Tens of millions." Wang Zhaoyun scratched his head, "I don't remember the exact amount. If I don't have any money in the future, how can I pay my brother back the money?"

"Zhaomou may have considered that your father will give you the shares." Aunt Song sighed, "If you really get the shares at that time, as long as you give the shares to your brother, the debt may be written off. It won't hurt you."

"I know brother won't hurt me." Wang Zhaoyun swayed his feet, approached his mother a little bit, and whispered.

"I just think that Ji Lianhuo seems to have ulterior motives. He looks at my brother strangely. I saw it more than once."

Aunt Song thought for a while, then turned her head and told her son, "Your brother is an adult, he knows what to do.

The main thing is you, keep your mouth shut, especially when you talk about your brother outside, think before you say it, whether you should say it, can you say it. "

"I know it's okay to be wrong." Wang Zhaoyun curled his lips and raised his hand to touch the place where Wang Zhaomou had beaten. It seemed that it was still a little swollen.

Brother, if he doesn't hit him, it's fine. If he hits, he will use his strength. I have to apologize quickly, otherwise I will get slapped.

Father Wang stood by the window, watching his wife and youngest son chatting by the koi pond, trying to calm the youngest son's emotions.

Father Wang's eyelids drooped, and his mood was a little subtle.

According to my own understanding of the child, the second son grew up, and generally did not like to play hands with others.Since Ji Lianhuo came, his son's temperament has changed a bit. First, he paid less attention to the Wang Group, and then he started his own real estate company.

There is also a faint tendency to want to let go of the Wang Group and go it alone.

That Ji Lianhuo, what kind of means did he have?