Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Zheng Cong paid off his debts and won some small money. He was in a good mood and opened the door with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he entered, he saw a thin figure nestled on the sofa—who else but Xiao Wen?

Seeing Xiao Wen and Zheng Cong again felt a little guilty, but after thinking about it, I still walked over——

"Smell, when did you come back..." Zheng Cong sat down beside Qing Huan, and patted Qing Huan on the back with "concern".

Qing Huan resisted the disgusting feeling that she wanted to shake off, she lowered her head and looked listless, with her eyelids drooping, she felt pitiful and aggrieved.

"Wen Wen, I know you feel bad." Zheng Cong sighed: "I didn't tell you beforehand, it's my fault... But am I planning for our family? You are a boy, and you can't eat anything big Thanks... this sacrifice... can bring so many benefits, what's wrong with it..."

There are so many benefits, why don't you go by yourself... Qing Huan cursed secretly in her heart.

Seeing that he still ignored him, Zheng Cong continued to put down a soft tone: "Wen Wen, think about your mother, how hard she is, now that we have money, she doesn't have to show her face to do that kind of business, right?"

"The money..." Qing Huan finally spoke, with a muffled voice: "Will you give it to my mother?"

"Of course." Zheng Cong was very straightforward: "We are all a family, and the money belongs to our family."

"Will you...be nice to my mother in the future?" Qing Huan looked up at him.

Qing Huan's eyes were too bright, Zheng Cong was stunned for a while, and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I will treat your mother and you very well."

he is lying...

Qing Huan saw his eyes flicker subconsciously, it was obvious that he was lying...

But Qing Huan didn't expose him, he pursed his lips: "As long as you keep your word and don't make my mother sad..."

"Smell, if you are not feeling well, go to rest, I will help you tell your mother..."

"I'm fine..." Qing cheered, "Actually, that gentleman treated me well... He even gave me something..."

"What?!" Hearing this, Zheng Cong's eyes lit up, and the excitement in his voice couldn't be concealed—that kind of gift from a rich man must be a good thing!

Qing Huan deliberately and slowly took out something from her pocket, then raised her hand, let go of it slightly, and the pendant on the chain slid down - it was a delicate old silver pocket watch, and it was inlaid with rice grain-sized gold coins. Jewelry, under the dim light, the jewelry reflected a strange light.

Obviously a baby!Zheng Cong stared straight at the eyes——

"Smell...it's baby..."

Qing Huan avoided Zheng Cong's outstretched hand, and shook the hanging chain lightly: "Uncle Zheng, this thing is not only beautiful, but also very fun...Look at it carefully, I'll tell you..."

Qing Huan's voice was very gentle, and the deliberately slow tone carried an indescribable allure. Zheng Cong could not help but obey his instructions, staring at the pocket watch that was shaking left and right, and his pupils also turned...

"Uncle Zheng, have you seen it? What's in it?"

"No... see..." Zheng Cong responded.

"Then look carefully, don't blink, just look at it carefully like that, you will see... different things..."

"I see...I...look carefully..." Zheng Cong's body remained motionless, his gaze gradually became dull...

"Then what did you see, uncle?"

"I saw... I saw a person..."

"Who is that?"

"it's me……"

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It was already late when Xiao Rui came back, but she saw her son sitting at the table waiting for her.

"Wen Wen, why haven't you gone to bed so late?" Xiao Rui asked strangely.

"Mom, I'll wait for you to come back." Qing Huan handed Xiao Rui a brown paper bag.

Xiao Rui took it over, opened it, and was shocked to find that it was full of cash—"Wen Wen, this is..."

"Mom, Uncle Zheng asked me to give this to you."

"Where did your Uncle Zheng get so much money?"

"Mom, isn't it normal that Uncle Zheng used your money before and now spends money for you? Mom, what are you asking so much for?"

"But smell..." Xiao Rui was still a little uneasy.

"Mom, I'm going to bed first, and you should go to bed earlier."

Xiao Rui watched her son enter the room, thought for a while, collected the money, and then returned to her own room - Zheng Cong was already sleeping on the bed, soundly asleep.It was not easy for Xiao Rui to wake him up, so he took a shower in the bathroom and fell asleep on the bed.

The next morning, Xiao Rui woke up very early, and she got up to cook breakfast for her lover and son - last night Zheng Cong gave her money, which made her feel too unreal.

Qing Huan got up first. Last night when it was dawn, he was in good spirits. When he saw Xiao Rui setting the table, he took the initiative to call Zheng Cong——

Qing Huan stood by the bed, condescendingly looking down at Zheng Cong who was lying motionless on the bed. He took out the pocket watch from his pocket, squatted down, put the pocket watch close to Zheng Cong's ear, and slowly swung the chain. Thirteen times, the pocket watch suddenly stopped——

"Wake up."

Following Qing Huan's voice, Zheng Cong's eyes opened.

When Zheng Cong came out of the room, he was still a little staggering when he walked, he couldn't open his eyes, and there were actually dark circles under his eyes—it looked like he had stayed up all night...

"A Cong, what's the matter, did you not sleep well?" Seeing Zheng Cong's appearance, Xiao Rui was very worried.

"I..." Zheng Cong pressed his forehead, speaking weakly: "I had a dream..."

"What dream did you have?" Xiao Rui asked.

"One... no, many dreams..."

Qing Huan leaned against the table and asked curiously: "Uncle Zheng, is that one dream or many dreams?"

"It seems to be many dreams, but it's all one dream... I dreamed that I was being chased by a monster, and I woke up every time I was caught, but when I woke up, I was still in the dream, and then I continued to be chased... ..."

"So you're having a nightmare." Xiao Rui smiled: "It's just a dream, you should eat your breakfast well, and then go catch up on sleep after eating."

"Hmm..." Zheng Cong was absent-minded, he hadn't fully woken up from that dream—that dream was too scary because it was so real—the dream of being chased by monsters...

"By the way, Cong, I received the money you asked Wen Wen to give me last night... Thank you."

"Oh...ah? What money?!" Zheng Cong raised his head, wondering.

"Uncle Zheng, you forgot, you gave me the bag of money and asked me to give it to my mother." Qing Huan reminded him with a smile.

"I'll give it to you..." Zheng Cong rubbed his head trying to recall, the image did flash in his mind - he gave the money to Xiao Wen...he gave the money to Xiao Wen!Why did he give the money to Xiao Wen?What happened at that time... His memory at that time is fuzzy... What happened... Could it be that he drank too much... But he did give the money to Xiao Wen...

Qing Huan glanced at Zheng Cong who was scratching his head, sneered secretly, and then picked up the buns on the table: "Mom, I'm going to school first."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

"it is good."

When she walked out of the house, Qing Huan took out the pocket watch and looked at it—although she has lost a lot of abilities now, she still knows how to use hypnotism—last night’s hypnosis was just a small punishment for Zheng Cong ...Moreover, this is just the beginning, because Qing Huan gave Zheng Cong a psychological hint, which is to "turn over" the money to Xiao Rui.

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"CUP's signature egg tart, I treat you." Qing Huan put a box of egg tarts in front of M, and said generously.

M looked at the box of golden egg tarts and raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Bai is not very short of money, why is he so generous now?"

"I have a little savings now." Qing Huan leaned on her chin and said.

"Savings?"

"The windfall... But, it's still what I deserve." Qing Huan looked at M, curled her lips and said, "Speaking of which, he makes a lot more money than you, and it only takes ten minutes to chat with her. You can make more money than following you for a few months."

"Family? That family?" M asked with great interest.

"What you have seen is Lou Zhao."

"That Mr. Lou? When did Mr. Bai meet this Mr. Lou again? Didn't Mr. Bai say that he wanted to avoid those people?"

"I said it was an accident. I didn't know that I would meet him in that situation." Qing Huan didn't intend to hide from M, so she told M about the incident.

M laughed a few times after hearing this, and then said, "It turns out that Mr. Bai didn't come to work last night because of this incident..."

"Yes, I know that Zheng Cong is uneasy and kind, but I didn't expect him to be so bad."

"Have you ever thought about Mr. Bai?" M stared at him with silver gray eyes: "If the person Mr. Bai meets is not Lou Zhao, or if there are other mistakes in the middle, what will happen to Mr. Bai?"

"This..." Qing Huan thought for a while, "I'm really lucky to think so..."

M leaned back, leaned on the sofa, stretched his waist, and lazily said: "Mr. Bai is so courageous... It's just that Mr. Bai didn't come to work on time, and the wages that should be deducted will still be deducted."

"Deduction of wages?" Qing Huan was taken aback: "Didn't it mean that I can come over whenever I am free, and I can arrange it myself?"

"But," M smiled happily at Qing: "Mr. Bai is obviously free, but he can't go to work because he is out to play."

"Where did I go to play?" Qing Huan frowned and retorted.

"Oh, it's not for fun," M changed his words, and said calmly, "It's about doing other jobs to earn other money."

"..." Qing Huan opened her mouth, but she had no way to refute, so she could only grit her teeth and said, "A foreigner, still so fussy..."

As if she had never heard of it, M picked up an egg tart, put it into her mouth and tasted it carefully, with a faint smile on her face.