Allow her to be pampered

Chi Rong walked down the corridor holding the porcelain bowl, Wu Qingzhi saw her walking softly, so he opened his arms to welcome her, and hugged that delicate figure in his arms again.

"Madam is very interested," Wu Qingzhi said with a teasing smile, his tone mostly ambiguous, "I want to feed the wild cats outside, but I don't want to feed the wolfdogs at home."

If it was the past, and Wu Qingzhi used such direct teasing, Chi Rong would probably have lost his hair, not to mention his blushing face, and his eloquent little mouth would stutter left and right.

However, today, Chi Rong looked serious and extremely calm. She nestled in Wu Qingzhi's arms and said suddenly: "That person must still be in the mansion!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Qingzhi immediately gathered his ten fingers tightly when he heard the words.

In such a situation, I really dare not teach people to act rashly.

If Quan is a disaster victim, it's not a big problem, just send some meals and some change, and you can spend it. I'm afraid that the enemy's family will come to ask for his life, and there will be many murderous intentions.

Wu Qingzhi whispered: "Chi Rong, I will send you back to the west of the city right now."

Unexpectedly, Chi Rong was stubborn and refused to give in. He explained more firmly: "Don't think too much, it must be a disaster victim, otherwise, would the killer come hungry?"

"how do I say this?"

"That person ate the last chicken leg!"

As Chi Rong spoke, he dragged Wu Qingshou forward, and placed the porcelain bowl in his hand far away on the lawn in the courtyard.

The location of this placement is a bit subtle, it is clearly intended to be fed to cats, but it is not placed close to the base of the flower wall, and the porcelain bowl is very large, full of rice and soup, enough for an adult to eat.

When Chi Rong moved, he even hid several banknotes at the bottom of the bowl.

Chi Rong straightened up, then said softly to the flower wall, "Little cat, hurry up and leave after eating, I won't call someone to chase you away."

After all, I saw the flowers and trees flourishing, silent in the dark night.

Chi Rong was about to leave immediately, but at this very moment, there was a distorted sound from the bushes of flowers.

goo—

Chi Rong was taken aback, and Wu Qingzhi immediately stood in front of her.

Afterwards, the flowers and trees trembled wildly, the petals and leaves scattered, and under the dim night, a dark little person rolled out like this.

"presumptuous!"

Wu Qingzhi sneered, and made a gesture to call for his servants, intending to knock the uninvited guest out of the house.

Wu Qingzhi was eager to protect his wife, how could Chi Rong not know, it's just that this figure is small and pitiful, and he doesn't seem like someone who can commit murder.

So they hooked Wu Qingzhi's corner, and the two of them pushed away a few steps together before taking a closer look.

The little man fell so badly that he hit the ground with his head on the ground, now that he was exposed, he simply smashed the jar and went straight to the porcelain bowl that held the rice.

The light bulbs in the courtyard are not very bright, but it is enough to illuminate a figure clearly.

It was a thin and dark boy with a big head and frighteningly big eyes. Here, he was picking up the food whole with his hands in the posture of a wild dog snatching food.

But as he ate, Chi Rong saw clearly that the top of the rice was gradually stained with blood.

It turned out that the boy had no choice but to hold on to the flower tree with his bare hands in order to hide himself, but the towering big rose vines were densely covered with thorns, and his hands were already bleeding.

Chi Rong and Wu Qingzhi looked at each other, and they were silent for a moment.

Chi Rong couldn't help showing a bit of compassion, but Wu Qingzhi was calm and self-reliant.

The boy glared at them fiercely while swallowing his food.

Chi Rong asked nicely, "What's your name?"

However, Wu Qingzhi interrupted her indifferently: "Chi Rong, don't ask, just send him away."

After finishing speaking, Wu Qingzhi lowered his eyes. There was no contempt or contempt in those phoenix eyes, and there seemed to be no sympathy.

The boy raised his head, met Wu Qingzhi's eyes straightly, and said unyieldingly: "Just go! Pretend to be a good person!"

He stood up unsteadily, like a weak puppy, he stood up reluctantly.

The boy didn't move the porcelain bowl again, and the banknotes that Chi Rong pressed on the bottom of the bowl were left in their original places.

Chi Rong wanted to persuade him to stay, but not only did Wu Qingzhi not allow it, but he himself had no position.

The boy wanted to leave and climb the flower wall, Wu Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, and said neither sad nor happy: "Go straight to the gate, it's not locked yet."

But the boy ignored him, as if turning a deaf ear to him. While climbing, he let the thorns scratch his body, and finally ran away silently.

The boy begging for food seemed to be an episode of tonight, or a hint of a new journey.

Chi Rong tried hard not to think about it, she watched Wu Qingzhi call the housekeeper indifferently, ordered the servants to throw the porcelain bowls and banknotes outside the courtyard, and then sprayed disinfectant on the flower wall.

Everything is back to normal, and the Wu mansion is still the mansion of Duanhua and Anran in the night.

After taking a bath in the evening, Wu Qingzhi put on a white bathrobe with a red edge, which was exactly what he had prepared for his wedding.

Several months passed, and he recovered a lot from his illness. The belt of the bathrobe was loosely tied, and under the collar, some flesh-colored textures were faintly exposed, and it was much more plump than before.

At this time, he was bullying Chi Rong, holding her in his arms, with the tip of his chin resting on Chi Rong's neck, feeling very comfortable.

The two pairs of long arms on the left and the right were around Chi Rong's body, and Wu Qingzhi was also holding a profound literature book in his hands, and whenever he read a page, his arms became tighter.

Chi Rongwu asked, "Why don't you let me take care of that boy?"

"Because you can't control it."

Wu Qingzhi's voice came from beside his ears, the voice was clear and cold, but the hug was warm.

"Chi Rong, all the people in this world need someone to take care of them. So many families are ruined, can you take care of them one by one?"

Wu Qingzhi's hands kept moving, and he turned a page again. In the middle of the page, there was a line of small English characters: Lots to do.

A long way to go.

"Chi Rong, I've never been stingy with donations, whether it's money or goods... I'm willing to give,"

He paused for a moment, his expression slightly restrained, "However, I can't control others. In this world, no one can protect themselves."

Although Wu Qingzhi is in a high position, he is not such a heartless businessman, but he also has his own way of getting along with people and things.

He forbade Chi Rong to be a kind person with boundless love because many people were inhumane.

The boy won't die today, he won't die tomorrow, and when he will die has nothing to do with Chi Rong. However, if Chi Rong really manages him, then if the boy dies, he will be made into a fuss by the little boy Top hat.

Wu Qingzhi is determined to guard against death, no matter what the way ahead, he will always protect Chi Rongzhi.

After hearing the slightly cold words, Chi Rong just snuggled into Wu Qingzhi's arms and sighed slightly.

"Wu Qingzhi, I don't understand."

"Chi Rong, you're still young, so naturally you don't understand."

He kissed Chi Rong's hairy little head, with a gentle tone, "But I have everything."