The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

Wen Wan was sitting in Wutong Garden, and as soon as she ended the call with Ji Lengming, General Manager Zhao just connected seamlessly.

"Miss, the things are ready!"

Mr. Zhao held an exquisite metal suitcase in his hand. The surface of the box was plated with copper, and it shone brightly when the lights around it illuminated it.

He was obviously a little afraid of the object in his hand. Not only was he physically and mentally resistant to holding it too far, but his face also turned pale.

"Miss, do you... want to open it and take a look?"

Wen Wan raised her lips and smiled: "I can tell just by looking at your face. Do you need me to check again?"

Mr. Zhao lowered his head and shut up wisely.

Wen Wan: "What's going on in Orchid Garden next door?"

Mr. Zhao: "Ten minutes ago, a young man in a wheelchair came. Zheng Yiping and his gang saw him and were very enthusiastic."

He then expressed doubts: "Miss, you said that this person is Zheng Yiping's sponsor, but this sponsor is too young, isn't he? He looks less than thirty years old."

Wen Wan was noncommittal: "What about me? I am also considered your benefactor father. Am I thirty years old?"

Mr. Zhao remained silent again.

Wen Wan stood up, her silver skirt shining like stars.

"Let's go to Orchid Garden and give them a little shock!"

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It was close to eight o'clock when Zhao Kai arrived at Shanshui Mansion.

His injury has not healed yet. He has a cast on his leg and a bandage on his waist and abdomen. He is sitting in a wheelchair and is attended by a family doctor and servants.

When Zheng Yiping saw him, he was surprised at first.

He knew that Zhao Kai was injured. He thought it was just a cut or abrasion, but he didn't expect that he was injured like this.

Zhao Kai still knows etiquette very well. When he saw Zheng Yiping, he immediately called "Uncle Zheng" without putting on airs.

Zheng Yiping pushed the wheelchair for him: "How can you be so injured when you are fine? It's not a short journey from the capital to come to me. Can your body bear the pain?"

Zhao Kai: "It doesn't matter, young man, this little injury is nothing. I heard from my parents that when Uncle Zheng was young, he was brave and fearless!"

Zheng Yiping couldn't help but feel proud.

"Your father and mother...are you okay?"

Zhao Kai: "Well, that's good. They also care about you. Oh, by the way, they asked me to bring you some gifts."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

The servant beside him immediately held up the gift box in his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng, this is a gift specially prepared for you by Mr. Zhao and his wife."

The servant opened the gift box.

A high-quality ginseng with long beard and old brown skin is revealed.

Zheng Yiping couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

It seemed that Zhao Hu and Liu Xianglan still valued him and brought him such a valuable gift.

"Hahaha, thank your family head for me. Next time I am free and go to the capital, I will definitely pay you a visit!"

Several people chatted while walking and continued walking into the orchid garden.

Passing through the round arch, a melodious and delicate sound of music floated over like the breeze blowing through the willows.

Zhao Kai followed the sound of music.

Among the clusters of clean orchids, a girl wearing a pale pink dress was playing the guzheng seriously.

The girl's eyebrows are delicate and gentle, like a pool of water soaked in moonlight, fresh and refined.

Zheng Yiping paid close attention to Zhao Kai's reaction when he saw Zheng Yu.

But what disappointed him was that Zhao Kai had no special feedback, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Zheng Yiping tried to make amends for himself: "This is my daughter, her name is Zheng Yu. She loves to play with musical instruments, haha!"

"You young people can communicate more and feel more comfortable than talking to us elders!"

Zhao Kai has been hanging out in Vanity Fair since he was a child, so he doesn't understand what Zheng Yiping means.

If I hadn't met Wen Wan, such a well-behaved and lovely girl, I would have just accepted it and drank it as herbal tea after meals.

But now, all he could think about was the choking wild pepper who had kicked his feet.

After seeing the full banquet of Manchu and Han Dynasties, and then looking at the porridge and side dishes, it suddenly felt boring.

Zhao Kai saw through it without saying anything, and politely greeted her: "Your daughter is quite talented in art, and she must be well cultivated. Unfortunately, I am a layperson and don't understand Yangchun Baixue very well. Hey, I guess if we get together, the two of us will have nothing in common!"

This is a polite rejection.

Zheng Yiping didn't feel too sad either.

He knew that Zhao Kai's wife was not decided by Zhao Kai, but by Zhao Hu and Liu Xianglan.

It doesn't matter what Zhao Kai's opinion is.

"It is still necessary to cultivate one's mind," Zheng Yiping pointed out, "Uncle, I am someone who has been there. It will do no harm to you to see and listen more."

"People's tastes are always changeable. For example, I used to hate beef, but now, I especially love its delicious and juicy taste."

Zheng Yiping pushed Zhao Kai's wheelchair to an iron plate barbecue plate.

He said with a smile: "I heard you were coming, so I sent fresh wagyu beef flown in from abroad. I just learned some frying skills from a chef recently, and I would like to ask my nephew to judge how good my skills are. !”

After saying that, he picked up the apron and tied it on his body.

Many people immediately laughed when they saw Zheng Yiping frying meat himself.

"Not many people can be served by Mr. Zheng personally. Mr. Zhao, you are very lucky today!"

"That's right! And Wagyu beef is in short supply. Many high-end restaurants use frozen products. Unlike Mr. Zheng, he kills them directly on site and flies them over by air. I guess the cows were still alive before you came!"

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, we, Mr. Zheng, really value you!"

"Mr. Zhao, we have also benefited from it together with you, hahaha..."

Zheng Yiping listened to what they said to each other with a face on his face. When the fire was started, the pan was heated, and the oil was poured, he began to become enthusiastic.

Seeing that the atmosphere was harmonious enough, he took the initiative to change the name he addressed Zhao Kai.

"Xiao Zhao, don't listen to these people's nonsense. I am your uncle and your elder. I should take care of you. Don't be cautious!"

Zhao Kai said humbly: "What they said makes sense. It is true that I took advantage of Uncle Zheng. Please don't dislike me, Uncle Zheng. Maybe I will continue to take advantage of you in the future!"

Everyone laughed together, feeling more and more how powerful Zheng Yiping's connections were.

Zheng Yiping was also very smug and thought, what's the use of having such a high official position in the Zhao family? You still have to look at your own face!

Although Zhao Kai said this on his lips, he was still contemptuous in his heart.

What a bullshit uncle, pretending to be an elder, he’s not even his dog!

There were more than ten people present, both young and old, each with their own thoughts, talking and laughing, and complementing each other.

It’s a time for friendly exchanges between everyone.

Suddenly a waiter came over with a suitcase and handed it to Zheng Yiping in person.

"Mr. Zheng, there is a gift that a beautiful lady asked me to deliver to you!"

'Pretty lady' and 'gift', these two words successfully attracted the attention of everyone present.

Some people chased and cheered: "Old Zheng is really blessed today. Mr. Zhao came to visit me first, and a beautiful woman sent him a gift later. It's a double happiness!"

"Hahaha, what is a man's best wish? It is nothing more than having both wealth and wealth. Mr. Zheng has set an example for us!"

"Open it quickly and take a look. It's the hardest thing to forgive a favor from a beauty. Boss Zheng must think carefully about how to return the gift!"

"Yes! Mr. Zheng, please open it and take a look, and let us open our eyes too!"

.....

All the people talking were urging Zheng Yiping to take the box quickly.

He didn't think too much, thinking that some woman really liked him and it was a gift specially sent to him.

Mainly, he was really in a good mood. Everything that happened tonight gave Zheng Yiping a sense of joy that he had not seen for a long time in his life.

The pride of the year was like a fragrant grass, and the spring breeze was good every day.

Presumably, it’s nothing more than that!

"Ha! Women are trouble!"

While mumbling, his body took the suitcase from the waiter honestly.

This small copper-plated box opened a gap in Zheng Yiping's hand with a click.

The faint smell of blood overflowed from the small box.

Someone sensed something was wrong.

"What is the taste?"

"It smells like blood!"

The lid is fully open.

Several people nearby looked away, and their faces turned pale with fright.

Zheng Yiping was also frightened.

He couldn't hold it steady, and suddenly, his hand shook, and the copper-plated metal box flipped over, and all the contents fell onto the hot, oil-drenched iron grill pan.

Everyone around the baking pan immediately backed away.

The collective glanced at the contents on the baking sheet with fearful and horrified eyes.

On the 80*80cm square iron plate, fingers, strings of eyeballs, plucked fingernails, bloody teeth... almost formed a hill.

Frying and burning, the air is filled with the unspeakable smell of meat, which makes people feel nauseous.

At the last moment, Zheng Yiping was still at the peak of his self-esteem and life. He was so arrogant that he could easily trample the world under his feet!

But at this moment, his dignity was severely trampled on, all the prosperity and glory were in vain, and someone tore apart his glorious world with his own hands!

Zheng Yiping dug his fingernails into his palms, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

But inexplicably, that poem couldn't help but pop up in my mind.

The pride of the year was like a fragrant grass, and the spring breeze was good every day.

When all the strength to pull up the mountain is exhausted, there is a sad song.

...

I'm afraid there is still a hint of Chu singing in the song.

In the vast and quiet orchid garden, only Zheng Yu was still playing the guzheng meticulously.

That song is a famous song in history, called "Ambush from Flying Daggers".

The tunes are scattered and the rhythm is a bit low.

It is the ninth section of the suite, "The Defeat of King Xiang".