Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"I said it a long time ago!" Wang Zhaoyun was so excited that he finally waited until this day and finally said this sentence.

"I told you a long time ago that Ji Lianhuo looked at his brother in the wrong way, you don't believe it, you don't believe it!

Well now, Ji Lianhuo has become Leng's family, and now he is my boss! "Wang Zhaoyun looked at his father spreading his hands.

"It's over, can't stop it, are you dumbfounded?"

Before Wang Zhaoyun finished speaking, he only heard some movement at the courtyard gate, and the faint voice of someone talking.

Wang Zhaoyun and Wang's father stood in front of the window, and at a glance they saw Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo standing in the yard with their things, looking at the koi pond in the yard.

"When did they get up?" Wang Zhaoyun asked curiously, "I don't even know when they left."

Father Wang touched the dark circles under his eyes, his face was serious.

"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo stood beside Wang Zhaomou, holding two large plastic bags in his hands, and looked curiously at the koi pond in the yard. There were a group of leisurely koi swimming in the pond, with very colorful patterns on his body. nice.

"It's so cold outside, why isn't this koi pond frozen?"

"It was frozen two years ago." Wang Zhaomou brought a small handful of koi feed from the side empty-handed. Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo immediately put down the plastic bag in his hand, raised the corners of his lips, and took the feed from Wang Zhaomou grain.

"This year, there may be an air conditioner and an oxygen pump in the pond." Wang Zhaomou twisted a few grains of feed with his fingertips and threw them into the koi pond.

Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou, followed Wang Zhaomou's example, and threw some fodder into the pool.

A group of koi sensed that food was coming from the water, and immediately swam over, opened their mouths to absorb the floating feed, and a dozen koi grabbed a few pieces of feed.

Without the plastic bag in his hand to block him, Ji Lianhuo moved closer to Wang Zhaomou who was feeding the fish, lowered his head slightly, and leaned close to Wang Zhaomou's ear with a smile.

"Brother Zhaomou, when we are old, we will also build a big pond and raise koi in it."

Wang Zhaomou curled his lips slightly as he looked at the koi carp scrambling for feed in the pond.

"Besides the koi, it's also good to raise some other edible fish." Ji Lianhuo secretly kissed his sweetheart's earlobe, "Brother Zhaomou wants to eat fish when the time comes, so I'll go fish it in the pond."

The two people in front of the window looked straight at each other.

Because of the angle, the two could only see Wang Zhaomou turned sideways, and Ji Lianhuo was mostly blocked by half of his body, but it did not prevent them from seeing Ji Lianhuo bow his head and approach Wang Zhaomou intimately.

"What is he doing? He!" Father Wang's eyes widened. As soon as his temper came up, he wanted to go out. Wang Zhaoyun quickly grabbed his father, with a helpless expression on his face, "Dad, the so-called rape is in bed. We haven't seen anything yet. How about going out?"

"If you don't know how to use idioms, don't say it!" Father Wang frowned in pain, but after thinking about it carefully, what his son said was not unreasonable.

The two stood in front of the window with their eyes wide open.

"Zhaozhao, I have always missed you in the company." Ji Lianhuo lowered his eyes and pecked at the jawline of the person in front of him, "I slept on the sofa for a long time, and when I closed my eyes, I dreamed that I was in a hotel before, and you slept on my bed. On the bed next to me, I can smell your breath, I can hear your breathing, but as soon as I open my eyes, I can only see myself sleeping on the sofa in the office."

Ji Lianhuo's tone was slightly nasal, like a big dog Gou who was forced to leave home, and when he returned home, he confided to his master about the grievances he suffered outside.

"Thanks for your hard work." Wang Zhaomou turned his face and threw all the remaining feed in his hands, with a soft tone, "You can expand a rest suite in the office, put a bed and some basic furniture in it, and use it when you are busy with work." rest.

The sofa is very soft, and sleeping too much is not good for the lumbar spine. "

"Then I will build a rest room, will Zhao Zhao come to see me more?"

Ji Lianhuo lowered his eyes, took Wang Zhaomou's hand, and slowly put it on his waist, "Can Zhaozhao feel it for me to see if my lumbar spine is okay?"

Wang Zhaomou raised his head and met Ji Lianhuo's dark eyes. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time. He was busy with the projects of Wang Group and Zhucheng, so he didn't go to Huxin Company to see Ji Lianhuo.

Ji Lianhuo tried his best to find time to go home, but he often couldn't see himself.

The big dog hooked by the neglect ran to the owner's house with its tail hanging down. Even if it had to face the reprimand of the owner's family, it would hold the owner's hand, lie in the owner's arms and wag its tail.

Wang Zhaomou's eyes under the lens were slightly smiling, and his fingers were on Ji Lianhuo's waist, like a delicate work of art, moving up silently. Ji Lianhuo's cheeks were slightly flushed, facing Wang Zhaomou, he slowly lowered his head, Let Wang Zhaomou discover his disordered breath.

The two people in front of the window held their breath, watching the two keep approaching, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"What are you two doing?"

Father Wang and Wang Zhaoyun turned their heads together, nervously beckoning to Wang Qiyan who had just come downstairs.

Wang Qiyan came over curiously, Father Wang and Wang Zhaoyun turned their heads to observe the battle situation quickly, and saw that the yard was empty at some point, except for two plastic bags full of things.

"Oh?" Wang Zhaoyun looked like he had seen a ghost, and Wang's father looked puzzled. Before he could react, he saw Ji Lianhuo suddenly appearing in front of the window, scaring the two of them almost falling backwards.

Wang Zhaomou walked in from the main entrance, raised his hand to adjust his glasses, looked at his father and Wang Zhaoyun, and raised the corners of his lips.

Hearing the sound just now, Wang Zhaomou put down his hand caressing Ji Lianhuo's back, quickly pecked the lips of the person in front of him lightly, turned and walked to the door, Ji Lianhuo licked his lips, and looked at the two who turned their heads in front of the window with resentment. People, silently squatting under the window.

When the two turned their heads to continue looking at the yard, Ji Lianhuo stood up.

"Oh my mother!" Wang Zhaoyun was frightened out of the shadows of the past. This is almost the same as when he was in high school, the old class used the same method, and what he said was a surprise!

Father Wang covered his heart, his old face flushed red when he saw Huo Youyou's resentful eyes last season.

Wang Zhaoyun successfully summoned Aunt Song who was in the kitchen. Through the window, Aunt Song saw Ji Lianhuo who brought two large plastic bags into the door, and walked over with a smile.

"I'm so sorry, I asked you to buy ingredients for hot pot."

"It's okay, auntie." Ji Lianhuo quickly changed his shoes and carried two plastic bags of ingredients into the kitchen.

"Hey, have hot pot for lunch today?" Wang Qiyan rubbed her stomach and walked towards Aunt Song, "Do you still have the boneless chicken feet from yesterday? Cook it in hot pot soup and dip it in sesame sauce, it will taste delicious!"

"It's a little bit faster now, Qiyan, you should eat something light first, and have hot pot in the afternoon." Aunt Song replied with a smile, looking at Wang Zhaoyun, "Zhaoyun, go and wash up, Xiao Ji has been up for a few hours, and then go to He Zhaoyun again." You only woke up after I bought some food ingredients."

Wang Zhaoyun looked guilty and came out of the kitchen, walked towards his brother's boss, and slipped into the washroom.

In all fairness, Mr. Ji can be considered capable and good-looking, and he is still a member of the Leng family, a proper young man.

There is absolutely no need for me to monitor with my father, I will definitely work in mutual trust for a long time, the boss is my brother's object, it is much better than the boss is my brother's ex-boyfriend.

Father Wang entered the study with some embarrassment. Wang Zhaomou went to the small living room on the second floor to watch TV. Ji Lianhuo immediately followed, sat beside Wang Zhaomou, took snacks from the table, peeled them, unpacked them, and put them in the Sweetheart's lips.

Wang Zhaomou also peeled an orange casually, and fed petal by petal to the big dogs around him.

As soon as Wang Qiyan went upstairs, she could smell the sour smell of love. The young boss brought by Zhaoyun wanted to stick to Wang Zhaomou. She kept looking at Wang Zhaomou, as if if she didn't look at her, the person in front of her would disappear.

Wang Zhaomou saw Wang Qiyan coming upstairs, and shook his phone at Wang Qiyan.

Seeing this, Wang Qiyan turned on her mobile phone, and saw that she had received new news from Mutual Trust, which was a dozen big red envelopes from Wang Zhaomou.

Wang Qiyan was instantly dazzled by a series of red envelopes, and opened them one by one. There were eighteen red envelopes in total. Wang Qiyan who ordered had a bright smile on her face, and her hands were a little sleepy.

Last year's living expenses have not been spent, and this year's money has arrived again!

[Happy New Year Zhaomou!Thank you for the red envelope!My market is very good this year, and I have sold several works. ] Wang Qiyan thought for a moment, then sent a message to Wang Zhaomou, [There will be no need to give me money next year. ]

Seeing that Wang Zhaomou was being fed by Ji Lianhuo and didn't have time to look at his phone, Wang Qiyan secretly "tsk tsk" and went downstairs happily.

After a while, Wang Zhaoyun, who finished washing, came to Wang Zhaomou. Although he made money this year, his habit all the year round seemed a bit hard to change.

Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaoyun's proficient "bang bang bang" and kowtowed to Wang Zhaomou three times, and then stretched out his hand.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to show Wang Zhaoyun the mobile phone, Wang Zhaoyun understood, covered his forehead with one hand, opened the mobile phone happily with the other hand, and clicked on the three red envelopes given by brother Zhaomou on the mutual trust.

Technology has really changed life. When I could only receive cash red envelopes before, I had to use both hands to count the money. Now, I can free up one hand to cover my head.

Just as Wang Zhaoyun received the red envelope from Wang Zhaomou, he unexpectedly received new news. It turned out to be the red envelope from Ji Lianhuo!

Wang Zhaoyun silently raised his head and glanced upstairs, then at the door of his father's study, and opened the red envelope with a guilty conscience.

In the afternoon, the family sat around and ate hot pot together. Ji Lianhuo quickly put vegetables into Wang Zhaomou's bowl. Father Wang took a long time to pick up vegetables, but he didn't get a piece of meat.

This was the longest hot pot meal the Wang family had. The soup alone was added six or seven times, and the dishes were almost gone. Aunt Song saw that Ji Lianhuo didn't seem to be full, so she brought rice for Ji Lianhuo again. It is good to eat only a little food left.

Father Wang looked at the hot pot in front of him in confusion, and couldn't help but look at Ji Lianhuo.

"When are you going to return to Leng's house?"

Ji Lianhuo's hand holding the rice bowl paused, his eyes were a little innocent.

"Does uncle think I eat too much?"

"No, no!" Seeing this, Aunt Song immediately smoothed things over and glared at her husband a few times.

Because the guests ate too much, they let them go. If this matter gets out, where will I put my face!

"You can stay here as long as you want. Today, I haven't prepared enough dishes. I'll ask the kitchen to cook some more dishes later. I need to eat more during the Chinese New Year."

"Thank you, Auntie." Ji Lianhuo smiled at his father, Aunt Song, and glanced at Wang Zhaomou who had put down his chopsticks long ago.

Ji Lianhuo sent a message to Mr. Leng before New Year's Eve, telling Mr. Leng that he was busy and would not go to Leng's house during the New Year.

Although Ji Lianhuo didn't go, he sent Ji Dabao over. Mr. Leng hugged his great-grandson and watched the news from Ji Lianhuo with helpless eyes.

"As far as I know, Huaguo's company must be on holiday during the Chinese New Year." Leng Xiuming looked at Ji Dabao who was shrinking into Mr. Leng's arms, with a smile on his face, "Cousin, he probably doesn't want to come here to celebrate the New Year?"