Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Leng Xiuming looked up at the man above the steps with undisguised admiration in his eyes. Mr. Leng recalled what the tomboy said just now, and couldn't help but look at Wang Zhaomou a few more times.

An accident happened to the Zhang family, and the exact extent is not yet known. The Yin family, who has always been on good terms with the Zhang family, couldn't help wiping the sweat from their foreheads, feeling panicked.

The members of the Yin family had heard a little about what the Zhang family did to the Wang Group, and they even gloated about it. They never expected that the Wang family would be so ruthless. The opponent was uprooted.

Everyone can see that Wang Zhaomou's drinking to the moon is an open and aboveboard celebration.

Meng Xiaotong kept on doing nothing but confessing the location of the Zhang family's thugs. When the middle-aged man was arrested, he looked at Meng Xiaotong severely.

As long as I confess all the forces of the Zhang family, my father will be more secure.

After the banquet, Wang Zhaomou went to the police station and brought Meng Xiaotong the best lawyer in Wenjiang Province.

When he got home, it was already late at night, Wang Zhaomou opened the door of the villa softly, and when he looked up, he saw the boy sleeping on the dining table.

Wang Zhaomou took off his coat as quietly as possible, and after changing his shoes, he approached Ji Lianhuo. A row of slightly dim auxiliary lights were on in the living room, and there was a water glass by the young man's hand. Wang Zhaomou lightly touched the wall of the glass with his fingers, and found that the water had already cooled down.

Ji Lianhuo has been waiting for him for a long time.

Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, and looked down at the boy.

The boy was very quiet after falling asleep, like a large harmless dog, his back undulating slightly with his long and even breathing, and if he got a little closer, he could see his sleeping profile.

The young man's skin is enviable, smooth and fair, and there seems to be no blemishes. Ji Lianhuo's eyelashes are dark in color, and when he closes his eyes, they hang down gently to cover his lower eyelids.

Wang Zhaomou lowered his body slightly and saw Ji Lianhuo's messy hair on his forehead.

The moonlight tonight is beautiful, just like the bright moon hanging high in the alley last time.

Wang Zhaomou still remembered how Ji Lianhuo lost too much blood and collapsed in his arms, his face was pale, his eyes were lightly closed unconsciously, and his hands were so cold.

After making the emergency call, he pressed the boy's wound, held the boy tightly with his mobile phone, and waited on the spot. Ji Lianhuo was still bleeding, and the warm liquid flowed down his fingers, as if the vitality was between his fingers Slipping away, no matter how you put your fingers together, you can't stop it.

This is like the silent and sincere words of a young man, telling the person in front of him that his blood is hot.

As hot as the look in your eyes.

Wang Zhaomou narrowed his eyes slightly, and smoothed the messy hair on Ji Lianhuo's forehead with his fingertips, revealing his smooth forehead.

Wang Zhaomou leaned over slowly, and paused a second before his lips touched the young man's forehead.

It moved down slightly, and landed at the end of the boy's eyes.

There was silence all around, only the slight "tick" of the wall clock.

Wang Zhaomou got up and saw the boy's eyelashes moving, like the wings of a butterfly, slowly waking up.

Ji Lianhuo opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the man standing in front of him at a glance.

"Brother Zhaomou!" Ji Lianhuo woke up suddenly, looked around, and looked at the time. He couldn't remember when he fell asleep, and he didn't know how he woke up.

"Brother Zhaomou, are you thirsty?" Ji Lianhuo took the water glass on the table, quickly poured out the cold water in the glass, replaced it with warm water, and handed it to Wang Zhaomou with both hands.

"Not very thirsty." Wang Zhaomou took the water glass and took a few sips with a smile. "I drank some champagne at the banquet."

Ji Lianhuo nodded obediently, watched the man raise his hand to unbutton two shirts, his Adam's apple slipped, and secretly swallowed twice.

"It's very late now." Wang Zhaomou glanced at his watch, "But tomorrow weekend, you can go to bed later, I'll ask Mrs. Cheng to call you in six hours."

"Brother Zhaomou, are you going to the company tomorrow?" Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou expectantly, he really wanted to spend a weekend with Zhaomou.

Looking at the young man's eyes, Wang Zhaomou smiled, "If there is nothing else, you can take a day off."

Ji Lianhuo's eyes lit up in an instant, and he held back his joy to say goodnight to Wang Zhaomou, and strode upstairs. When he entered the room, he couldn't help but look back at the living room, but he never thought about meeting the man's gaze.

The auxiliary light in the living room was dim. The man in the white shirt leaned lightly on the dining table and looked up at himself slightly. The two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the white neck and part of the collarbone. The lines were charming and delicate, and they were breathtakingly beautiful.

Ji Lianhuo blushed instantly, as if a pot of water was boiling and rolling in his heart.

Zhao Zhao is looking at herself!

Seeing the young man standing at the door and not going in for a while, Wang Zhaomou smiled, looked away, and picked up the water glass with lowered eyes.

Ji Lianhuo didn't want to enter the room, he just wanted to watch the man here, watch his every move, as long as his eyes could meet occasionally, it would be a great happiness.

Wang Zhaomou put down the water glass after drinking the water, looked up, and found the boy was still standing at the door of the room, blushing subconsciously dodged his gaze, and summoned the courage to face him.

"Good night?" Wang Zhaomou smiled.

"Brother Zhaomou, good night." Ji Lianhuo pushed open the door of his room, the heat on his face getting hotter and hotter.

After a sleepless night, Ji Lianhuo had a dream when he was half asleep and half awake. He dreamed that he was lying on the dining table, and the man slowly bent down and kissed the corner of his eyes.

When Ji Lianhuo opened his eyes, he could still hear his heartbeat beating like a drum.

very nice.

Looking at the snow-white ceiling, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

I can spend the whole day with Zhao Zhao today!

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In front of Leng Xiuming were more than [-] photos of furniture made of black walnut wood. At the banquet yesterday, he met two Sioux City entrepreneurs who owned black walnut wood furniture.

After a tactful request, the other party readily agreed, took a photo of his black walnut furniture, and sent it over.

So far, there are still two remaining black walnut furniture. One of them ordered a black walnut dining table and matching chairs three years ago. Although the name left is not Wang Zhaomou, but the delivery address is clearly displayed. It is in the villa area that I have been to.

There is another family whose name cannot be found, but it is newly ordered furniture, which is later than Panlongyu, so it can be ignored.

I have already obtained photos of all the black walnut furniture in Sioux City. The next step is to compare the wood grains. This is something that cannot be done manually, but a computer can.

Extract the wood grain images in the Panlongyu background image, and compare them with these furniture wood grains one by one.

While waiting for the results, Leng Xiuming kept praying, hoping that the wood grain would match the furniture, and hoping that Wang Zhaomou would not have anything to do with the death of his uncle and aunt, but a few hours later, the staff came to the news.

None of the wood grains in the background of the Panlong jade match these furniture.

Leng Xiuming closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He ruled out everyone, except Wang Zhaomou.

how could it be possible.

When he saw the picture of Panlongyu, he was so calm, and when he heard what he said, his expression was also calm, without any panic, and without revealing the appearance of an insider.

Leng Xiuming frowned, maybe he didn't investigate carefully enough and missed other people with black walnut furniture, maybe?

Leng Xiuming took people to the furniture market in Sioux City again. He made a second investigation and asked, and unexpectedly learned that some stores would pass off other woods as black walnut, and only stick a layer of black walnut veneer on the surface of the furniture. Then sell the furniture at a high price.

That means that I most likely missed a lot of other solid wood furniture with black walnut veneer.

Just as Leng Xiuming wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he accidentally saw a high-end furniture customization shop. In the brochure on display, there was a photo of a black walnut dining table exactly like Wang Zhaomou's.

"Is this dining table sold a lot?" Leng Xiuming tried to ask the shopkeeper.

"This one is custom-made and very expensive." The shop owner responded enthusiastically, "Because it's so well made, I took photos for publicity, and I won't sell it outside."

"Can you lend me this photo?" Leng Xiuming looked at the owner, "It's convenient to ask, who ordered this dining table?"

The owner looked around, but didn't say anything. Leng Xiuming vaguely guessed, but he still didn't give up. "Don't talk about people, can you help me find out the delivery time of this table?"

The shopkeeper looked through the ledger and gave Leng Xiuming a time three years ago, which coincided with the results of Leng Xiuming's investigation.

This dining table is the one in Wang Zhaomou's villa.

Leng Xiuming handed the photo to the technician again, and this time he only waited for more than ten minutes before getting the result.

The background wood grain in the Panlongyu photo matches the wood grain of the table top in front of the first seat on the left in this photo.

Leng Xiuming gritted his teeth, anger rising in his heart.

What a Wang Zhaomou! ! !

"I heard that the Panlong Jade background comparison has yielded results?" Leng Wanyin couldn't wait to find Leng Xiuming, "Who is holding the Panlong Jade?"

Leng Xiuming's complexion was so complex that it was almost difficult to speak.

For such a long time, I didn't notice anything wrong with him!

"It's... Wang Zhaomou." After Leng Xiuming said it, Leng Wanyin's eyes were also full of surprise.

"It's that Wang Zhaomou, the partner you found early in the morning, whom you still praise so much?"

Leng Xiuming gritted his teeth and nodded.

In the villa, Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo were sitting in the living room, each holding half a stack of poker, putting the poker on the table, playing with kitten fishing.

Sitting on the side, Ji Dabao saw that his brother-in-law's eyes were full of the man opposite him, his eyes seemed to be glued, and he didn't even see that he had won the card.

"Lian Huo." Wang Zhaomou reminded him aloud, Ji Lianhuo hurriedly looked down at the cards, blushing and looked for them two or three times, but he didn't see which card overlapped with his own.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and tapped on a poker. Only then did Ji Lianhuo notice it, and put away his spoils with a flushed face.

Ji Lianhuo won a lot of cards, and Wang Zhaomou had very little left in his hands. Ji Lianhuo secretly pushed the cards he had won towards Wang Zhaomou's direction, and pushed them to Wang Zhaomou's hand little by little.

The boy's actions were too obvious, Wang Zhaomou smiled, and put the cards back in front of Ji Lianhuo.

"I will give all my winnings to Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo blushed, and put the cards he won on Wang Zhaomou's side again.

"But the game is not played like this. If you win, you lose. It's normal." Wang Zhaomou squeezed the few cards left in his hand, and looked at the boy opposite with a smile.

"I won't let Brother Zhaomou lose." Ji Lianhuo's face was hot, "All my things belong to Brother Zhaomou."

Ji Dabao was playing with toys, when he heard this, he silently rolled his eyes beside him.

What's wrong, I don't have the right to inherit.

"But I made you lose the previous three games." Wang Zhaomou stated the facts with a smile.

"I am willing." Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes, looking at Wang Zhaomou with dark eyes, "Brother Zhaomou won, and I am also very happy."

Wang Zhaomou smiled, and under Ji Lianhuo's gaze, he raised his hand and took half of the poker that Ji Lianhuo pushed, and returned the remaining half to Ji Lianhuo.

"continue?"

"Okay." Seeing Brother Zhaomou took his own cards, Ji Lianhuo happily continued to draw cards and put them at the end of the next card.

The sound of a car engine suddenly came from outside the villa. Wang Zhaomou looked out and saw dozens of cars quickly parked near the villa, almost encircling the villa.

Leng Xiuming got out of one car, walked quickly to the rear, and opened the door of another car. Wang Zhaomou saw the burly old man Leng at a glance, and quickly got out of the car.

"Lianhuo." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo with serious eyes, "Take Dabao upstairs!"