Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Pretending not to see the boy's embarrassment, Wang Zhaomou picked up the apples in the bag, seeing that there were not many left in the orange basket next to him, he simply asked Ji Lianhuo to weigh them all, and bought them together.

"The total is... 18 yuan and [-] cents." Ji Lianhuo secretly checked the calculation several times, and only said it after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Wang Zhaomou took out his wallet and pulled out a brand new hundred. Ji Lianhuo shook his head with his ears red.

"The money you gave last time was much more."

"Last time was the last time." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, and continued to hand over the money in his hand.

"I, I can't find it." Ji Lianhuo lowered his head, his ears were bright red, and he didn't dare to look up at the young man opposite him.

Wang Zhaomou glanced around, took the money and went to the uncle who was selling sugar-fried chestnuts.

"Here are eight bags of chestnuts."

"Boss wants eight bags!" Uncle Yu narrowed his smiling eyes and accepted the change from Wang Zhaomou's hand. "There are two catties in one bag, five yuan, and eight bags is forty."

Seeing that the old man packed the chestnuts, Wang Zhaomou ward Lao Qi said, "Keep two packs, and send the rest to your subordinates."

"Thank you, boss." Lao Qi smiled, Ma Liu picked up the chestnuts, and distributed the chestnuts to a few strong men patrolling the street.

It's been so cold recently, and there are warm fried chestnuts in sugar to eat. Several people quickly thanked them, and looked at the big boss in front of the chestnut stall with subtle smiles.

Wang Zhaomou pinched a chestnut and put it in his mouth. Uncle Yu looked at the situation on the other side with unstoppable surprise in his eyes.

"Boss Wang, are those people under your command?"

"En." Wang Zhaomou recalled the sweetness in his mouth, and answered gently with the change.

Uncle Yu moved step by step, and followed Wang Zhaomou to the fruit stand, full of doubts.

"You, you want to..."

"There is business near the company." Wang Zhaomou took out a [-] card and handed it to the young man who was standing there in a daze. He raised his jaw slightly, "This is the neighborhood."

Uncle Yu looked in the direction indicated by Wang Zhaomou, and saw the old community behind him.

The area of ​​this community is not small, and all six-story buildings have been built. Counting the time, it has been built for more than ten years. The paint on the surface of the building is badly peeled off. Compared with the newly built nightlife street across the street, it looks particularly dilapidated.

"Is it going to be renovated?" Uncle Yu asked tentatively.

Wang Zhaomou smiled, seeing through the old man's Xiao Jiujiu with a glance.

The neighborhood opposite is in a good location. If it is refurbished, the price will definitely increase.

"Master, do you have any spare money?" Wang Zhaomou smiled, looking at the young man across the way, earnestly changing money for himself, and he picked relatively new banknotes.

"Hey." Uncle Yu smiled embarrassedly, "It's my son, and his daughter-in-law is pregnant, and they are planning to buy a house."

Wang Zhaomou nodded understandingly, "Then let your son buy this."

Uncle Yu's eyes lit up, and he saw a three-pointed smile in the eyes of the young master of the Wang family, "You might be able to change to a new house soon."

Uncle Yu's eyelids twitched, and he instantly understood that this area might be demolished.

Suppressed and excited, Uncle Yu returned to his stall, with trembling hands, and filled another large bag of chestnuts.

Seeing the young man finally smooth out the money one by one, and handing it over respectfully with both hands, Wang Zhaomou felt a little pressure in his heart, and took it with both hands.

"Ahh!" Ji Dabao waved his little hand a little excitedly, Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes, swept over Ji Dabao's red face, resisted the urge to pinch him hard, and fixed his eyes on the boy's face.

The young man was at a loss, his eyes dodged subconsciously, like a puppy, with a little water in his mouth, he raised his head to look at himself from time to time, then lowered quickly.

Looking at it this way, Wang Zhaomou immediately noticed the bruises on the boy's face.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhaomou stood opposite Ji Lianhuo, compared the wound on Ji Lianhuo's face, raised his hand and gently wiped the corresponding position of his cheek with his index finger.

It was like being caressed on his own wound, the redness on Ji Lianhuo's ears spread to the side of his face in an instant, his heart was beating wildly, and it took him a long time to find his own voice.

"Bump, hit."

The boy's eyes were dark and bright, but unfortunately he couldn't lie, Wang Zhaomou smiled and didn't expose him.

This street, I asked Lao Qi to recruit people to patrol the street the next day, and those gangsters never showed up after hearing the news. The injury on Ji Lianhuo's face must not be the masterpiece of gangsters, so who else?

Family, or a drunk customer?

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile in his tone, "Could it be like me, someone is drunk and troubles you..."

"No, no!" Ji Lianhuo shook his head again and again, for fear that the man in front of him would think of other places, "It happened at home!"

That is family.

"Ahh!" Ji Dabao seemed dissatisfied with being ignored by the two, and tried to wave his hands, his two big round eyes were fixed on Wang Zhaomou, looking like "begging for a hug".

Ji Lianhuo blushed and pressed Ji Dabao's head down, Ji Dabao continued to poke his head out and stretched out his small hand towards Wang Zhaomou.

Brother, look at me!

Super huggable!

"Sorry." Ji Lianhuo tried his best not to care about his hot face, "Da Bao, he may remember what happened last time, and he likes you very much."

Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Dabao with a smile, "This child is very smart, he may be like you and his mother."

"No, it's not!" Hearing this, Ji Lianhuo immediately understood what Wang Zhaomou had misunderstood.

"Dabao is not my son, but my nephew!"

Wang Zhaomou was taken aback, "Then his parents?"

"Brother and sister-in-law had a car accident." Ji Lianhuo's eyes darkened, and he didn't dare to look up at the man in front of him, even more afraid that the other party would know that he was a disaster.

I obviously don't care when others scold me for being a disaster, so why am I so afraid that he will know now?

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes, and silently corrected his cognition. In other words, the rumored head of the Leng family is actually a lonely person, and he even regards the child of his deceased brother as his own son.

What the Leng family lost back then should be the two children. No wonder they didn't show much joy when Ji Lianhuo was found.

Speaking of which, what happened to the Leng family, lost two children at once, could it be that something happened at that time?

Wang Zhaomou didn't speak, but Ji Lianhuo didn't dare to speak, let alone look up.

I heard that businessmen are superstitious about luck and things like that. After hearing this, does he feel... that he is unlucky?

After clearing his thoughts, Wang Zhaomou came back to his senses, and saw the young man's two hands hanging by his sides, tightly clenched, his head bowed deeply, as if he had done something terribly wrong.

Wang Zhaomou sighed in his heart. The Ji Lianhuo in front of him, the future head of the Leng family, is still a child after all, and he will blame himself for such natural disasters and man-made disasters.

But what does that have to do with him?

"How old are you this year?" Wang Zhaomou slowed down his voice, showing a bit of softness, trying to make the other party feel uncomfortable.

"I just turned eighteen last month." Ji Lianhuo tried his best to make his voice sound as usual, but the ending still trembled uncontrollably.

"I'm 24 this year, the year of my birth." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, trying to liven up the atmosphere, watching the boy slowly raise his head.

"I'm six years older than you, right?" Wang Zhaomou smiled, watching the boy raise his eyes and look at him.

"Yes." For some reason, Ji Lianhuo felt a little dizzy in the gentle and pleasant voice of the other party.

"You can call me brother Zhaomou from now on." Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to gently stroke the boy's head with some comfort in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to ask you something sad."

For some reason, Ji Lianhuo was suddenly speechless, his chest was stuffy, like a ball of sour cotton stuffed, and he rubbed it down.

"Boss." After chatting with the hired person, Lao Qi came back to check the time and reminded Wang Zhaomou softly.

Seeing this, Uncle Yu hurried forward, and stuffed a large bag of fried chestnuts in sugar into Lao Qi's hand.

"I remember what Young Master Wang said, there is nothing to be grateful for, only this chestnut, please don't dislike it!"

Old Qi Nan was kind but kind, seeing that Wang Zhaomou had no objection, he had no choice but to accept it.

Wang Zhaomou also took his hands off the boy's head and put on his gloves again.

"See you next time."

It was only when the car parked on the roadside drove away that Ji Lianhuo slowly came to his senses, his eye circles were red, and something was desperately trying to come out of his eyes.

Everyone scolds themselves as a disaster star, but no one cares whether they are sad or not.

Ji Lianhuo tried hard to hold back his tears, but the strength and tenderness of the man's just touching seemed to remain on the top of his head.

"It's really a good man." Uncle Yu watched the car drive away, and when he turned his head happily, he saw Ji Lianhuo quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, pretending that nothing happened, and lowered his head to set the fruit.

Uncle Yu squatted down, and at a glance he saw the wetness on the boy's face and the eyelashes connected by tears.

"You child, why are you crying?" Uncle Yu wanted to make Ji Lianhuo laugh, "Look, people remember you, and they even come here to buy fruit from you."

Hearing Uncle Yu's words, Ji Lianhuo subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, but his eye circles couldn't help turning red again.

Uncle Yu stood up tremblingly, and also sighed.

"It's the first time I've seen this."

"You said that this place is going to be demolished. Other people's homes are eager to have small hooligans, making trouble here every day, so that the people who live here can be driven out. This young master Wang, not only does not drive people away, he even invites people to come over to watch, so as not to cause hooligans to make trouble." .”

Uncle Yu scratched his face and guessed to himself, "Maybe it's really not short of money."

"Brother Zhaomou..." Ji Lianhuo wiped his face, turned his head to look at Uncle Yu, and couldn't hide the throbbing in his eyes.

"He's super nice."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Ji: He touched me!ah! ! !

Mao Tao (satisfied): Heh, my elders often touch me too!Do you have the kind where the hair is almost gone?