Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Hearing the sound of a phone call in the living room, Mrs. Cheng came out to take a look, and found Wang Zhaomou sitting on the sofa, took off his glasses, and raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows.

"Master?" Mrs. Cheng stepped forward to look at Wang Zhaomou, and just as she got closer, she smelled alcohol.

Mrs. Cheng's eyes widened, and an alarm sounded in her heart.

"Master, I'm going to make you sober soup right now!"

"I want orange flavor." Wang Zhaomou looked up, and Mrs. Cheng raised her lips and smiled.

Sister Cheng anxiously boiled the hangover soup while looking at the situation in the living room. Seeing that the young master had no tendency to get up and do anything, she was slowly relieved.

The lights of the car passed by outside the villa, and a car parked steadily outside the villa. Ji Lianhuo turned off the car, pulled up the handbrake, pulled out the car key, and rushed into the villa.

Mrs. Cheng was adding hawthorn jelly to the orange-flavored hangover soup, when Ji Lian rushed into the living room with something in his hand, and rushed to the sofa.

"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo put down the cake box on the table next to him, looked carefully at the person in front of him, and found that Wang Zhaomou was resting on the sofa, his glasses were also taken off, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo saw that Wang Zhaomou was still wearing a coat and had not changed his shoes.

Ji Lianhuo quickly brought the slippers, squatted halfway in front of the sofa, lightly held the man's ankle with one hand, and carefully took off the black leather shoes the man was wearing with the other.

Zhao Zhao seems to like dark socks. The exposed ankle between suit pants and leather shoes is often surrounded by dark socks. Ji Lianhuo brought a single slipper and held Wang Zhaomou's ankle with one hand, feeling a little slender .

Zhao Zhao's ankles look good.

Mrs. Cheng cooked the hangover soup and brought it over. Seeing Ji Lianhuo changing the slippers for the young master, she didn't know what happened. Ji Lianhuo's ears were red, and she took the young master's leather shoes and put them at the door.

Seeing Wang Zhaomou's eyes closed lightly, Mrs. Cheng was a little embarrassed holding the hangover soup for a while, wondering whether to wake Wang Zhaomou up.

"Sister Cheng, go and rest. I'll help Brother Zhaomou change his clothes and send him to his room." Ji Lianhuo put down his shoes and walked over.

"Then when the young master wakes up, let him drink this hangover soup. It will be much better when he wakes up tomorrow morning." Mrs. Cheng put down the hangover soup in her hand, "This is what the young master wants when he wakes up, the orange-flavored hangover soup .”

"Okay, thank you Mrs. Cheng." Ji Lianhuo hurried to wash his hands when he saw the hangover soup.

Seeing Mrs. Cheng returned to the room, Ji Lianhuo wiped his hands on the towel, with deep joy in his eyes, like a child who can play games to his heart's content after his parents leave, with unbridled joy.

Ji Lianhuo walked quickly in front of Wang Zhaomou, secretly kissed Wang Zhaomou's eyes with his lower body, saw Zhaomou brother's eyelashes trembling slightly, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

"Zhao Zhao, can I help you take off your coat?"

Seeing that Wang Zhaomou hadn't woken up, Ji Lianhuo carefully raised Wang Zhaomou's arm, took off the sleeves of his suit jacket little by little, looked at the suit vest on Wang Zhaomou's body, pursed his lips, and raised his hand to touch the button of the suit vest.

"Zhao Zhao, it's hot in the room, let me take this off for you too, okay?"

Wang Zhaomou lowered his head, breathing evenly.

Ji Lianhuo unbuttoned his suit vest one by one, and with secret joy in his heart, he took off the suit vest from Wang Zhaomou's body.

Looking at the only black shirt left on Wang Zhaomou's body, Ji Lianhuo raised his hand, gently stroked Wang Zhaomou's neck with his fingers, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Zhao Zhao, are the shirt buttons too tight?" Ji Lianhuo stretched out his hands, helped Wang Zhaomou lean on the sofa, raised his head, and undid the first button and the second button of Wang Zhaomou's shirt as small as possible.

Ji Lianhuo stared closely at the scenery in front of him, with a fair and graceful neck line, slightly sloping collarbone, and Zhao Zhao's smooth and delicate skin, like the finest white jade, with a slightly cool temperature.

Ji Lianhuo's Adam's apple moved, and his hands subconsciously moved down, trying to undo the third button.

Ji Lianhuo's fingertips trembled slightly, and he held his breath, only to see a slender hand gently resting on the back of his hand, with distinct knuckles and neat and clean nails.

As if being caught doing something bad, Ji Lianhuo paused, raised his head a little bit, and looked at Wang Zhaomou nervously.

Wang Zhaomou's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the man in front of him quietly with a hint of drunkenness.

Wang Zhaomou didn't wear glasses, his beautiful eyes didn't have some distortion caused by lenses, which made Ji Lianhuo see more clearly.

The ends of the man's eyes are slightly upturned, with a bit of blush, a bit of moonlight luster, without losing a sense of shrewdness, and a bit of lust that seems drunk but not drunk.

Stared at by such a pair of eyes, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help being absent-minded, approached a little bit, and kissed the man's eyes lightly. Right now, he was pecking closely, not wanting to let go of a little space.

Wang Zhaomou leaned quietly on the sofa, closed his eyes slowly, and felt his hand being held by Ji Lianhuo and caressed under his sweater.

"Zhao Zhao." Ji Lianhuo blushed, kissed the cheek of the person in front of him intimately, and smelled the smell of wine on Wang Zhaomou's lips. Ji Lianhuo thought of the hangover soup, and reluctantly let go of Wang Zhaomou's hand.

"Zhao Zhao, drink hangover soup." Ji Lianhuo touched the wall of the bowl, picked up a spoon, and wiped his lips. When he found that the temperature was just right, he took some pillows from the sofa and placed them on the man's waist, supporting Wang Zhaomou Sit down.

Ji Lianhuo stood beside Wang Zhaomou, scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup, and gently touched Wang Zhaomou's lips.

"Zhao Zhao, you have a taste."

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes, but didn't intend to drink the soup.

"Zhao Zhao, look at me." Ji Lianhuo quickly drank a spoonful of hangover soup in front of Wang Zhaomou, "It's sweet and sour, and tastes good."

Seeing Wang Zhaomou staring at him, Ji Lianhuo quickly scooped up another spoonful and pressed it to Wang Zhaomou's lips, "Zhaozhao, take a sip."

Wang Zhaomou's light-colored lips parted slightly, Ji Lianhuo saw the opportunity, tilted the spoon slightly, and let the hangover soup flow into Wang Zhaomou's mouth.

"Zhao Zhao, have a few more mouthfuls." Ji Lianhuo raised a smile, quickly took another spoonful, and pressed it to Wang Zhaomou's lips.

After taking a few sips of hangover soup, Ji Lianhuo saw the soup on the corner of Wang Zhaomou's lips, and quickly stepped forward, kissed the corner of Wang Zhaomou's lips, and gently sucked it away.

Feeling the softness under his lips, with the sourness and sweetness of the hangover soup, Ji Lianhuo's cheeks turned red, and his chest was full of sweetness.

"Zhao Zhao, you are so sweet." Ji Lianhuo put down the soup bowl, and kept pecking at the person in front of him lightly, as if he couldn't kiss enough, he had to swallow the person in his belly to be satisfied.

The earlobe was gently sucked by Ji Lianhuo, one hand was held by Ji Lianhuo, and stroked under the sweater, Wang Zhaomou closed his eyes, raised his hand and pushed Ji Lianhuo slowly, sat up, his consciousness was hazy just now, now he is awake some.

"Zhao Zhao?" Ji Lianhuo's breathing was unsteady, and he looked at Wang Zhaomou as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Are you back?" Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows. Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo stepped forward to gently rub Wang Zhaomou's temples, trying to use massage techniques to make Wang Zhaomou feel comfortable.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm back." Ji Lianhuo looked at the person in front of him, no matter how happy he looked.

"Is the matter over?" Wang Zhaomou closed his eyes, feeling the strength of Ji Lianhuo's fingertips.

"I left all the evidence. I listened to Zhaozhao's words and prepared everything in advance. I will use them all today. The Leng family should take good care of the Wen family. I don't need to care about this matter." Ji Lianhuo raised his lips.

"Zhao Zhao, what you said is right, I should use less fists and think more."

Wang Zhaomou smiled and opened his eyes to look at Ji Lianhuo.

Although I don't know what method Ji Lianhuo used to completely get rid of his suspicion, Wang Zhaomou couldn't be happier to let the Leng family take action and clean up the Wen family.

Ji Lianhuo raised his hand to look at his watch, and found that it was past zero. In front of Wang Zhaomou, he opened the cake box on the table and took out two exquisite small cakes.

Ji Lianhuo put a small cake in front of Wang Zhaomou, and handed over a small plastic fork with both hands, his eyes were full of sincerity.

"Zhao Zhao, I will eat cake with you this year."

Wang Zhaomou quietly took the small fork, and together with Ji Lianhuo, ate the small cake in front of him.

Ji Lianhuo slowed down, watching Wang Zhaomou's progress all the time, and only swallowed the last bite of cake on his side after seeing Wang Zhaomou finished eating.

Pushing the empty cake box aside, Wang Zhaomou wiped the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper, and when he looked up, he saw Ji Lianhuo looking at him intently, with a little cream on his cheek, like a large dog obediently looking at its owner.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and wiped off the cream on Ji Lianhuo's cheeks with a tissue.

Ji Lianhuo held Wang Zhaomou's hand, tilted his head and gently rubbed his cheek against Wang Zhaomou's palm.

"Do you remember Zhao Zhao? On this day last year, Zhao Zhao set a goal for me, and then gave me a wish."

Wang Zhaomou nodded, his eyes were gentle, "I remember."

Ji Lianhuo did it, and he also fulfilled his wish.

"Can Zhao Zhao... ask me again, and give me a wish?" Ji Lianhuo's eyes were full of longing, filled with love and desire, clear and sincere.

Wang Zhaomou doesn't seem to need to think too much, he knows what Ji Lianhuo's wish is.

He wants himself.

He has longed for it for a long time.

Young people's minds are sometimes easy to guess. After all, there is a body at the peak of desire, and it is only reasonable to have needs.

But the premise is that he has to fulfill his request.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand, trying to hold the glasses on the bridge of his nose, but found nothing. Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to get the glasses on the table, but Ji Lianhuo took the first step, took the glasses on the table, handed them over with both hands, and presented them to Wang Zhaomou .

Wang Zhaomou quietly looked at Ji Lianhuo in front of him. The wine he had swallowed during the banquet seemed to start burning in his belly at this moment. The flames, accompanied by great ambition, burned to his heart and filled his entire chest.

In the last life, it was Leng’s family and Leng Ye, who let themselves fall into the dust, struggled in the muddy water, and finally died in the quagmire in despair, looking at the mottled mold on the wall, looking at the roughly painted walls in the basement, Take your last breath.

In this life, if Ji Lianhuo succeeds in inheriting the Leng family as he did in the previous life, then he is very likely to make Leng Ye the president of the Leng family. According to the plot of the novel, he will eventually be allowed to inherit the Leng family.

Why?

Now that he has overwhelmed himself, overwhelmed the entire Wang Group, he wants to compete with Ji Lianhuo and Leng Xiuming, and finally give the Leng family to Leng Ye?

Does he fit?

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes, looked at the gold-rimmed glasses in Ji Lianhuo's hands, and instantly understood what he wanted most.

Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo, raised his hand and slowly stroked Ji Lianhuo's cheek.

"Will you do whatever I ask of you?"

"Except for making me fall in love with others, I will do my best to meet any request you ask Zhao Zhao." Ji Lianhuo looked sincerely and firmly.

Wang Zhaomou smiled, raised his pale lips, and his eyes were full of burning flames.

"What if I want the entire Leng family's property?"