I heard someone wants to raise me

Jing Xiuzhu leaned against the stairs and smoked half a cigarette, his phone ding-dong, he took it out to have a look.

"Chu Jiao."

"Mr. Jing, this month we helped two children find their parents. Thanks to your support for so many years, we can let them return to the arms of their parents. It just so happens that this year's new apricots are coming down these days. Children Said to give it to you to taste."

Jing Xiuzhu leaned against the wall and said with a smile, "Okay, if it's not sweet, then I'm going to be angry."

"Sweetness guaranteed! If you don't sweeten it, you will be refunded." Chu Jiao promised for a long time, and then told him interesting stories about the children in the courtyard, rambling on and on.

Jing Xiuzhu listened for a long while with a smile on his face, with relish and faint greed.

"Auntie Dean."

Suddenly someone shouted, Chu Jiao hurriedly responded, and hurriedly said to Jing Xiuzhu: "Well, let's do this first, I will send you the new apricot later, don't forget to accept it."

Jing Xiuzhu said "um", and suddenly remembered something, "Last time I heard Aunt Feng said that one of the TVs is broken, can it be repaired? If it can't be repaired, just replace it with a new one. It's not bad for the money, no Say it to me."

Chu Jiao quickly refused, regardless of whether he could see it or not, she just waved her hand and said, "Hey, don't worry about this, besides, most of your bonuses and wages for playing games have been given to us, and you..."

"I'm fine, rich."

When Chu Jiao heard what he said, she sighed helplessly and said, "It's been nine years, are you sure you want to continue looking? I have all the adoption agencies across the country and the registration information of lost children, and there is no one named Lin Shu. Yes, maybe he already has another family, or already...you are so aimless..."

Jing Xiuzhu took away the cigarette, and said in a low but deep voice: "Look for it, give me everything I have."

This is what he owes him.

Chu Jiao sighed, "Okay."

Jing Xiuzhu: "Thank you for your hard work."

Chu Jiao smiled wryly: "I'm just taking your money and doing what I like. If it's hard work, you are the hardest person."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Xiuzhu crushed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, pinching his forehead wearily.

No matter whether he has another family or not, and he is living a happy life, he still wants to take another look at that child who would grab the hem of his clothes and call him brother.

Let's take a look from afar...

Just take a look.

**

Eleven at night.

There was no one else in the training room, Jing Xiuzhu couldn't sleep as usual, he hung up the live broadcast to chat with fans, and the bamboo shoots like ancestors lay on his lap, occupying one-third of an acre of land in his arms.

This little beast is so clingy, it must be on his lap when he sleeps, or he has to sleep in his arms, and scratches when he is taken away.

Jing Xiuzhu was so annoyed by it that he held it by the back of the neck for a full three minutes before throwing him on his lap.

"Hurry up to sleep, if you scratch again, I'll make stewed bamboo shoots for you. The little bastard owes you a lesson just like your father, and it was agreed. Who told him? The little bastard is pretty good at cutting first and playing later."

Jing Xiuzhu took a deep breath, looking at the bamboo shoots sleeping peacefully on his lap, he felt his head hurt even more.

Serving Ning Jianjing is already annoying enough, but a bamboo shoot is also needed.

"Hey, I said you little beast." Jing Xiuzhu pinched the skin of the back of the bamboo shoot's neck, lifted him up to the level of his eyesight, stared straight at the cat's eyes that woke up instantly, like glazed glass, and asked with a toothache: "Your father Did I name you Bamboo Shoot on purpose, this little bastard must be scolding me."

The bamboo shoot "meowed", stared innocently into his eyes, and thought: Damn mentally retarded, quickly loosen the skin on the back of my neck.

The more Jing Xiuzhu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, "Is your name bamboo shoot? You should be called elbow when you are so fat. What kind of bamboo shoot do you call it? You can call it elbow from now on."

The bamboo shoot was pinched by the nape of his neck and he couldn't resist, so he slapped his face unbearably, "Meow!"

Jing Xiuzhu let go subconsciously, but still left a shallow scratch on his forehead, and hissed with a toothache, "Little bastard, you deserve a beating just like your father, you two will be pinched sooner or later die."

"Meow~"

"Meow again? Shut your mouth and sleep!"

Jing Xiuzhu quarreled with the bamboo shoots for a long time, and then he felt a little better.

Because the sound was not turned on, only the camera was turned on, so the fans were stunned and cut out to see if they had entered the wrong live broadcast room. Why is Team Jing a little different today?

Could it be... that he lowered his head in the middle.

"You probably won't believe me when I say it, but I'm using data to watch the fight between the e-sports master and the cat live broadcast."

"You probably won't believe me if I say it. My favorite e-sports master is so childish that he could fight with a cat for 10 minutes, but he was finally defeated by the cat's owner."

"The cat is so cute, the eyes are so beautiful, I want to hug it too."

"For a while, I didn't know whether to envy the Jing team or the cat. I cried, and the macho was in tears.jpg."

Jing Xiuzhu watched the barrage of bullets flying past, raised his hand and opened the microphone, and said, "Whoever envies me, come, this little beast is for you."

As soon as the words fell, the mobile phone on the table rang suddenly. It was a WeChat message from Lin Feng, the captain of the Qingshan team.

Jing Xiuzhu clicked on it.

Lin Feng: You are very energetic in the middle of the night. Walk in double rows?

Jing Xiuzhu: If you don't line up, it's boring to fight with you.

Lin Feng: Why is it boring to fight with me?I'm not good enough for you. Now, everyone is the one who can't win the championship.Why bother to hurt each other.

Jing Xiuzhu raised his hand, took pictures of the five world championship trophies and sent them to Lin Feng.

Jing Xiuzhu: Neither you nor anyone can win the championship. I have five championships, and you have zero.

Lin Feng: Fuck.

Jing Xiuzhu's next paragraph was too long, so he pulled out his hand and pressed the voice button and said, "I didn't mean you, throw a small dried fish on the keyboard, the cat in my arms is more accurate than you in shooting, and tell me Duo, pack up and retire quickly."

Lin Feng: Roll on, I don’t even take my retirement with you when you retire. It’s great to have a trophy. Next season, wait for me to smash you to the floor.

Jing Xiuzhu: Your vice team has already moved away, why are you still talking big?Has the new deputy team been found?Why don't you transfer to our team.

Lin Feng: Do you want to be the captain?

Jing Xiuzhu: What are you thinking, our base still lacks a garbage collector, come on, the door of FRG is open to you.

Lin Feng's side fell into silence, and he didn't send any more news, probably because he was hurt, so he buried his head in tears.

Jing Xiuzhu laughed, and was just about to put down his phone, but suddenly a call popped up, marking it as takeaway food.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the time, the pointer just jumped to twelve o'clock, at this time to deliver food?

Be nice.

It's for ghosts to eat.

The phone was still ringing reluctantly, Jing Xiuzhu answered it reluctantly, before he could speak, he heard a slightly younger male voice ask: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Jing Xiuzhu?"

Jing Xiuzhu paused, and said, "Yes."

"Oh, it's like this. Mr. Ning ordered a meal for you at our place tonight. I see that the door of your place has been closed. Can you come out and pick it up?"

Mr. Ning?

Jing Xiuzhu frowned and asked, "Ning Jianjing?"

The boy who delivered the food said, "I don't know what it's called. I just know it's Mr. Ning. Let us deliver it to you after eleven o'clock. He also said that if you don't want it, let me just throw it away. Look..."

"..." Jing Xiuzhu picked up the bamboo shoot, just as he was about to put it down, it grabbed his arm neatly, refusing to let go.

"You little bastard, you're even more obsessive than your father." Jing Xiuzhu had no choice but to go with the bamboo shoots.

When he came down to pick up the meal, he turned on all the lights along the way, and the base was extremely quiet, except for his footsteps.

There was a faint light at the door quietly, and there was a human figure elongated by the light, wearing a large coat, trembling as it was pulled by the night wind.

It's weird to come out to pick up meals at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Uncle Zhang had already left work, and Jing Xiuzhu didn't look for the key again, and reached out to take it from outside the door.

"Brother, this restaurant of yours is very conscientious. It even delivers meals in the middle of the night."

The little brother said: "Oh no, it was Mr. Ning who added the money. Give me 1 yuan once as a gift."

At this time, the phone rang suddenly, it was a WeChat video call.

Jing Xiuzhu took it out to pick it up, the light over there was as bright as day, Ning Jianjing didn't know where to lean, his neckline was slightly open, revealing a fair chest, and there was an air of imbecility all over his body.

Ning Jianjing narrowed his eyes and chuckled lightly, the earlobe reflected the light from somewhere, it was dazzling in a flash.

It's an earring.

"Team Jing, have you received it? I specially ordered it for you, do you like it?"

Jing Xiuzhu said indifferently: "Prodigal stuff."

Ning Jianjing seemed a little hurt, lowered his eyes and said in a slightly frustrated way: "If you don't like it, then you should throw it away."

Jing Xiuzhu walked towards the training room with his things, he was startled when he heard the words, he turned a corner abruptly, and asked, "Where are you?"

Ning Jianjing turned the phone in the other direction, and showed him the lights that were as bright as day, and there was a sudden rumbling sound of the engine.

"Yangpo."

"Where is that?"

Ning Jianjing opened his eyes slightly, genuinely and falsely wondering: "Captain Jing, why are you so ignorant."

Jing Xiuzhu: "...Yes, I have no experience, so I dare to ask the knowledgeable Lord Ning, when will you come back?"

Ning Jianjing tilted his head and blinked at him: "I only listen to you, if you tell me to go back, then I will go back now."

Jing Xiuzhu's heart was numb by his sudden wink, and he coughed unnaturally: "Hurry up and get back."

Paused.

Jing Xiuzhu added another sentence to cover up: "Lead your cat ancestor."

When Ning Jianjing came back from Yangpo, it was past one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the whole base fell into silence.

He and Jing Xiuzhu faced tit-for-tat every day, holding a lot of sulking in his heart. Today, he broke back a little and discovered Jing Xiuzhu's weakness.

He is a person who eats soft but not hard, the softer he is, the more helpless he is.

Ning Jianjing walked towards the dormitory in a good mood. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the lights in the training room were still on, so he walked over after thinking about it.

The door was ajar, Jing Xiuzhu was sitting on the chair, his body was slightly tilted as if he was asleep, the computer screen had already automatically hibernated and turned black.

When Ning saw Jing walking over, the bamboo shoot woke up in an instant, lifted his head from Jing Xiuzhu's arms, and jumped onto him the next second he woke up.

Ning Jianjing hugged it in his arms, "Baby, do you miss me?"

Bamboo shoot "meowed", licked his wrist, and fell asleep comfortably again.

Jing Xiuzhu's left hand was placed under his right hand, forming a slightly ring shape, presumably for the convenience of letting the bamboo shoot fall asleep inside.

Hate cats?

He thought that Jing Xiuzhu would stuff the bamboo shoot into a corner and shiver, but he didn't expect to sleep with it in his arms.

Something seemed to loosen in his heart, Ning Jianjing restrained the unnatural pressure back, and looked down at Jing Xiuzhu.

His body was leaning slightly to the right and he was sleeping very deeply, his face was so pale that he seemed to die suddenly at any time, but he could turn people to death with just one mouth.

The two of them almost had a fight when they met, as if this was the first time, watching him quietly not angry with himself.

rare.

Ning Jianjing withdrew his gaze from his face, looked at the cup on the table with the word "Yunjianyue" printed on it, the arrogance and domineering in his eyes were completely gone, replaced by a little bit of coldness.

"Jing Xiuzhu, with your IQ, why haven't you been poisoned to death yet?"

"I knew I had put some rat poison in it."

"Tsk."

**

When Ning Jianjing returned to the dormitory, bamboo shoots consciously climbed onto the bed and curled up in a ball to sleep.

He found out his clothes and was about to go in to take a shower when his phone rang suddenly. Seeing the notification jumping on the screen, he sneered coldly.

The old man still wants to seize power, so he can't stand such a little turmoil.

He didn't look at his phone anymore, let it ring, and went to take a shower.

The person Ning Jianjing calls Second Uncle is actually not Mr. Ning's own younger brother, but his illegitimate son. Mr. Ning has tried his best to criticize him, and he has never treated their mother and child with any kindness in his whole life.

He finally survived until the old man died, and he would rather see medicine in power, he couldn't win over the illegitimate son of this generation, so he wanted to use himself.

Because he still has 19% of Ning's shares.

At that time, Ning Jianjing took advantage of the old man's serious illness and when the company was facing a crisis, he sold the news to the media that he was the blood man bought by the Ning family for Ning Jian medicine.

In order to stabilize the image of himself and the company, the old man aired out the proof that Ning Jianjing is the adopted son of the Ning family and owns 19% of the shares.

The old man's plan was perfect, and he wanted to wait for the wind to pass before turning back.

Unfortunately, the most important step was not planned.

he died.

Ning Jianjing held 19% of the shares in such a "mistake" in his hands. Although it can't affect the overall situation, it is always a threat, so Ning Jianyao bet with him in order to get the rest of the shares. The equity is withdrawn.

The second uncle wooed him all day long, and even promised to give him an additional 10% of the shares if he seized the power.

Ning Jianjing sneered, these people really thought they were idiots.

A bunch of idiots.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Lord Ning for proposing a way to control the Jing team