After living with a straight man, I became a menswear boss

Inside the Oolong Yaju of Wolong Tea House.

The tea waiter held the tea set and was patiently brewing tea.

"Ok?"

Cheng Si sat by the window, his gaze bypassed the tea waiter who was pouring tea, and fell on the person downstairs who was getting off the car: "Isn't that the Qin family?"

He stared at Qin Mo's gray temples, feeling a little curious: "Didn't the youngest of the Qin family die not long ago, and the old man Qin has the leisure to come to the teahouse to drink tea?"

"The Qin family is in such a mess now, and he actually leaves such a mess behind. This is not the old man Qin's personality."

You know, Qin Mo was a cold-faced and ruthless working machine back then, and even brought his eldest son Qin Xiao into a workaholic who was carved out of his mold. Did not become a family to stay behind.

As a result of Qin Xiao's death, the huge Qin family fell into chaos in an instant, and everyone was eager to get a share of it.

The clear tea soup falls into the teacup, and the quiet fragrance of oolong tea lingers in the quiet tea room.

The tea waiter cleaned his hands and pushed the teacup to the sides.

Yu Ci leaned on the back of the sofa, his posture was lazy, his eyes were half closed, and there was a sense of laziness in the corners of his eyes and brows.

He propped his chin up and glanced lazily downstairs.

The people downstairs had already entered the teahouse, leaving only one bodyguard in a suit standing at the door, who seemed to be waiting for someone.

Cheng Si also saw it.

He stretched his neck to look at his eyes, and suddenly remembered something: "I heard that old man Qin seems to be looking for his grandson recently, do you think this is his idea?"

Yu Ci changed his posture and leaned back, his half-closed eyes completely closed just now: "Without him, just a word of fat and water will not flow to outsiders Tianer."

Cheng Si rolled his eyes at him: "Since when did you learn to chew words?"

"Also," he looked at Yu Ci's lazy appearance, and said with disgust, "Master, did you become a thief last night?"

Cheng Si clicked his tongue twice: "Your eyes haven't been fully opened since the two of us met, my face isn't so unsightly, is it?"

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes, half-raised his crimson eyes, and smiled half-smile: "Who is to blame for my sleepiness?"

"It's only two o'clock." Cheng Si looked away guiltily: "And I didn't know that the wine in the back was so strong, I got drunk by accident."

As for the fact that Yu Ci said that he was going crazy after being drunk and insisted on hugging people's thighs and shouting for help, Cheng Si didn't believe it.

Just kidding, he has been in the wine market for so many years, how could he be crazy about drinking.

Besides, he still vaguely remembered that when he was drunk, Yu Ci ran away after answering a phone call, and left him in the lounge of the bar.

He can remember this incident, which shows that he is not deeply drunk.

To sum up, Yu Ci's sleepiness has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Si successfully put aside the last trace of guilt in his heart, and turned to be curious about another thing: "By the way, who called you that phone call you answered last night?"

Yu Ci paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup.

Cheng Si was waiting for his answer, but he caught sight of a black figure out of the corner of his eye.

The stature is pleasing and long, and the figure is beautiful.

Definitely a beauty.

His eyes were faster than his brain, and before he could react, his eyes followed him: "Huh?"

He stood up and took two steps: "Is he the one Qin Mo is waiting for?"

Although the man's face was covered by a black umbrella, it could be seen from the thin figure and the hand holding the umbrella that the man Qin Mo wanted to see was a young man.

"Could it be that Qin Mo has already found his grandson?"

Yu Ci glanced at him: "Is this hard to find?"

"It's not hard to find, but it's definitely hard to find."

"Uncle Yu doesn't force you to inherit the Yu family, and he probably didn't tell you much about these things."

During the conversation, the two downstairs had already entered the teahouse, Cheng Si looked away, and lowered his head to get the teacup: "Back then, because Qin Zheng, the eldest lady of the Qin family, wanted to marry a poor painter despite Qin Mo's objection, she resolutely ran away from home. , Qin Mo will not have this daughter."

"But after all, Qin Mo said he didn't care about her daughter who was raised from a young age. In fact, after she left the Qin family, there were people who sent people to pay attention to her information."

"Qin Zheng married the painter in the second year after leaving the Qin family, and gave birth to a son and a daughter two years later."

"Later, Qin Zheng left a pair of children when her son was five years old, and the couple went abroad. Qin Mo only had feelings for the daughter, but not the two grandchildren. If a child doesn't care about it, he has no right to treat these two people."

Cheng Si touched the earrings on the earlobe: "Her son was already five years old when Qin Zheng left, so he should remember things by now."

So, after so many years, the so-called grandpa suddenly appeared, and he would not turn his face against anyone.

After thinking for a while, he said, "But it's not necessarily true. If old man Qin really intends to find this grandson to come back to inherit the Qin family, he might be very happy."

"Am I right--"

Cheng Si looked up, but only saw the empty tea room.

He blinked: "Where are people?"

-

Shi Jin followed the guide along the way, and finally stopped in front of a carved mahogany door.

The tea waiter waiting outside the door smiled and pushed open the door, revealing the beautiful green mountain screen facing the door.

Walking around the screen, an old man with gray temples was sitting in front of the tea table. Hearing the sound, a pair of tiger eyes swept towards the door, and the eyes gleamed lightly.

He looked Shi Jin up and down, and when his eyes touched the red mole on his forehead, his expression softened: "Is that Shi Jin? I'm your grandfather."

Shi Jin put down the black umbrella, with a cold expression: "Patriarch Qin might as well speak directly."

Qin Mo pointed to the carved wooden chair in front of him, and said in a gentle tone, "Sit down and talk."

Shi Jin sat down in silence.

Qin Mo's eyes followed his movements, and he sighed after he sat down, feeling a little emotional: "When your mother left home, she was about the same age as you."

"For so many years, you..." He seemed to be about to say something, but stopped in the middle of the conversation, and changed the subject: "The red mole on your forehead is the same as your grandmother back then."

"I think back then, because of this red mole, I had a lot of jokes with your grandma."

Qin Mo's eyes were full of nostalgia: "Seeing you now reminds me of your grandma."

"Over the years, although I have not appeared in front of you, I have followed your messages." The gray-haired old man said with gentle eyes, "Seeing that you and your sister are living so well, I just don't want to go bother you."

Shi Jin lowered her eyelashes, covering up the slight sarcasm in her eyes.

The tea waiter puts the brewed tea on the tea stand.

Qin Mo glanced at the old butler who was waiting by his side. The old butler nodded in understanding, and invited the tea servant out of the tea room in due course.

There were only three people left in the huge tea room.

Qin Mo picked up the teacup and poured a cup, pushed it in front of Shi Jin: "Try it, this is the most famous jade tea in this teahouse."

Shi Jin glanced at the teacup in front of her, with a light expression on her face, she refused: "I'm allergic to tea."

Qin Mo subconsciously glanced at the old housekeeper.

The old butler shook his head at him.

Qin Mo frowned and turned his gaze back: "I remember you were not allergic to tea before."

Shi Jin could clearly see the interaction between him and the old housekeeper, and when he heard this, he rolled his eyelids, his eyes were indifferent: "Sorry, I didn't say it clearly enough."

He slightly bent the corners of his eyes, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I'm allergic to the tea you poured."

Qin Mo's chest heaved vigorously, but he quickly adjusted, and looked like a gentle elder who hadn't seen a junior for many years: "A Jin is a bit humorous."

Shi Jin frowned, looked away from Qin Mo's right hand holding the cup, and lowered his eyelids: "Speak directly if you have something to say, don't waste each other's time."

"Since that's the case." Qin Mo's right hand lightened a bit: "Then grandpa won't be polite to you, and we'll talk directly if we have something to say."

"Your uncle passed away due to an accident a few days ago. He is the only son of the Qin family, and your mother has been abroad for many years, so," Qin Mo looked directly at Shi Jin, his tiger eyes lost the gentleness he deliberately put on, and he was radiant: "I need you back."

Shi Jin looked cold: "I refuse."

Qin Mo frowned: "You are the grandson of my Qin family, and the blood of the Qin family is flowing on your body."

"My surname is Shi."

Qin Mo suddenly stopped.

Qin Zheng's surname is Qin, and the man she followed was named Xie.

Shijin's original name should be Xie Shijin.

Changing his name was the first thing he did after he got custody of himself on the day he became an adult.

Neither Qin nor Xie.

It's just time.

-

"Crash-"

A jet of clear water gushes out from the faucet, washing away the stains on the translucent white porcelain.

The clear water swirled in the porcelain table, and was scattered by the falling water column, and flowed to unknown places along the drain.

Shi Jin raised her head and looked at the mirror in front of her.

The person in the mirror looked pale, and his pale face couldn't hide his handsome facial features.

There is only a red mole on the forehead, which is bright in color.

Qin family.

Shi Jin twitched the corner of her mouth and turned off the tap.

The water droplets on the hands were absorbed by the soft paper towels, and the snow-white paper was crumpled and rolled down on the top of the dustbin.

Shi Jin turned around, her eyes touched the end of the corridor, her footsteps paused slightly.

There is a long corridor facing the tea room toilet. At both ends of the corridor are tea rooms. At the end is a wall inlaid with jade porcelain. The wall is made of imitation bamboo material, which is elegant and elegant.

And just in front of that wall, someone leaned against the bamboo wall and stood with his head bowed.

He was dressed in simple black casual clothes, with one hand in his pocket, with a lazy expression, and a very thin necklace hanging from his neckline.

As if hearing the movement here, the man raised his eyes, and the necklace swayed twice with his movements, reflecting a dazzling light under the warm white light above his head.

"Out?"

The man by the wall pursed his lips and smiled with his twinkling peach blossom eyes.

He walked towards Shi Jin slowly, stopped at an arm's length from him, and stretched out his hand.

Shi Jin subconsciously held her breath.

"roommate."

The beautiful peach blossom eyes were bent, and the sharp eyebrows were also restrained: "What are you nervous about?"