After wearing the book, the domineering president's personality collapsed

Fortunately, Zhang Xianhui ran fast and caught up with Ji Nanxi, forcing him to put on his shoes before letting him go out to talk to Chang Wenxuan.

He felt like an old father, and Ji Nanxi was his child with poor health and often worrying people.

Although this metaphor feels a bit cheap, it seems to be true.

There is really nothing that can make people worry about what happened to Ji Nanxi these days.

When Ji Nanxi saw Chang Wenxuan, his nominal father's head was already partially wet by the rain.

He put his hands in his pockets and shrank from the cold. Looking from a distance, his hunched back didn't look like the boss of a listed company.

Instead, it looks like... a parent waiting for his child to leave school.

Ji Nanxi thought of his school experience when he was a child. Parents would pick up children from other families after school every day. As soon as they rushed out of the school gate, they could see their parents waiting outside.

Those parents carried something more or less on their bodies, either food, or some deceiving gadgets.

When I received my child, I gave things to the child, took their schoolbag, and went back holding hands while asking about things in the school.

It's fun, even the setting sun on the horizon is warm.

Only he is different.

He has no family to pick him up, no money to buy delicious food, and no money to go home by car.

Sunny and sunny, windy and rainy, he walked back to the dilapidated hut on his own.

He once imagined what it would be like if he had a father.

But only fantasy.

But he didn't expect that his family had been looking for him all these years and never gave up on him.

Chang Wenxuan felt someone behind him, and when he turned around, he was slightly taken aback when he saw the moist eye sockets of the visitor.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed up to greet her, with a flustered tone: "What's the matter, what's the matter, this is, why are you crying?"

"Having a bad time in Qin's house? Or is someone bullying you?"

"Tell me, I'll find you a place to go—"

The rest of his voice stopped abruptly in Ji Nanxi's embrace.

"Dad...can you take me home?"

The little boy hugged him!

He even called him Dad!

What does this show!

This shows that the youngest son accepts him as a relative!

Chang Wenxuan was overjoyed, almost unable to speak.

In the end, he had no choice but to raise his hand tremblingly, and stroked Jin Nanxi's back.

This man who has always been strong, his eyes were red at this moment, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay."

He subconsciously thought that the youngest son didn't live well in the Qin family and was bullied.

"What's the matter, tell Dad, you know?"

No matter what, as long as he is being bullied, he will definitely settle it for his youngest son!

Father's chest is generous and warm, which is a feeling Ji Nanxi has never experienced.

Ji Nanxi hugged Chang Wenxuan tightly for a long time.

When he got out of his arms, his eyes were already sore.

Just as he was about to speak, he blurted out a loud sneeze.

He rubbed his nose with embarrassment on his face.

Chang Wenxuan said nervously: "Hurry up, go inside, don't catch a cold again."

Ji Nanxi shook his head and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

It's so cold outside.

Chang Wenxuan was afraid of being abrupt, and also afraid that his younger son would resist him, so he didn't plan to go in.

He talked about this with Ji Nanxi, who nodded, thinking of his fierce eyes when he went downstairs.

It seems that there is a misunderstanding.

He thought... Qin Yue deliberately didn't let his father into the house.

"Son, you see, you often get sick when you live here, and you are appointed to be in conflict with the feng shui here."

Chang Wenxuan changed his words very quickly, rubbed his hands secretly, and urged: "Or, just go back with me, your brother is waiting for you at home."

Not far from the door, Zhang Xianhui and Zhang Ma who eavesdropped on the corner: "..."

If you want to take someone back, just say it straight, if it comes to Feng Shui, you don't have to.

Ji Nanxi pursed her lips and thought for a while.

Chang Wenxuan thought he was too impatient, and immediately changed his words: "Of course, all of this is based on your ideas, I just propose."

Chang Wenxuan was not the only one waiting for his answer.

There is also a pair of narrow and deep eyes watching them silently in the attic.

Does he want to leave?

"I..." Ji Nanxi opened his mouth, met Chang Wenxuan's expectant gaze, and said slowly but firmly, "I won't go back for now."

Let's talk about it when he heals Qin Yue's leg.

Hearing the answer, although Chang Wenxuan was lost for a moment, he recovered quickly.

Not going back for the time being, that is to say, if there is a chance in the future, I will go back.

Hehehe, well, this is a good thing.

Looking at his smiling face, Ji Nanxi's heart lightened, as if there was something pulling him somewhere in the dark.

He searched around, and finally fixed his gaze on the attic.

Where did the sense of peeping just now come from?

Delusion?

Ji Nanxi scratched his head, ignoring the strangeness in his heart.