Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"Wanyin, calm down, Dad is still undergoing surgery." Leng Chenjin got up, and quickly went to help her flustered sister, only to see the door of the waiting room was pushed open again.

A slender white hand is holding the doorknob, revealing a beautiful wrist. The wrist is slightly raised, and there are trimmed white shirt cuffs, and a dark suit jacket with long sleeves pressed on it, elegant and generous.

Going up the arm, Leng Chenjin frowned subconsciously. Over the years, Leng Chenjin has seen countless people, and the appearance and temperament of the person in front of him can obviously be ranked at the top.

The moment the man opened the door of the waiting room, Leng Chenjin saw his son suddenly stop and looked over; Ji Lianhuo stood up abruptly, strode towards the man, opened his arms, The future man is hugged tightly in his arms.

"This is Wang Zhaomou, Lian Huo's target."

Leng Wanyin briefly introduced to her elder brother and sister-in-law, her face was pale, "I got a little sick during the season change, and I have been losing my appetite. When I received the news, I couldn't hold back and passed out. The housekeeper contacted Zhaomou, who arranged everything. On the way to appease my emotions, I just got here."

"Wanyin, don't be nervous." Lan Hua stepped forward to comfort her sister-in-law, and couldn't help but look at the man Ji Lianhuo was holding.

"The operating room is the best thoracic surgeon in the United States, Dad will definitely survive!"

Leng Wanyin looked at the operating room in front of her and was sitting in the waiting room, her eyes were full of worry.

Ji Lianhuo hugged the person in front of him very tightly, his eyes were a little wet, and he felt like he was dreaming, the person he was thinking about appeared in front of his eyes like this.

"It's okay." Wang Zhaomou had difficulty breathing, raised his hand to pat Ji Lianhuo's back, and slowly followed the big dog's fur, feeling that Ji Lianhuo didn't want to let go more and more.

"Ahem." Leng Chenjin coughed twice, and looked at the couple hugging for a long time at the door of the waiting room.

"Lian Huo, why don't you introduce us?"

Hearing the voice, Ji Lianhuo reluctantly let go, took Wang Zhaomou's hand, and walked in front of Leng Chenjin and Lanhua.

"Uncle and aunt, this is my lover, Wang Zhaomou."

Wang Zhaomou greeted Leng Chenjin and Lanhua politely with a calm expression.

Mr. Leng was still on the operating table, and everyone didn't think too much about talking. After a brief acquaintance, everyone's eyes turned to the door of the operating room.

Ji Lianhuo is not sitting alone this time, his side is close to Wang Zhaomou, and the two hold hands tightly.

Leng Xiuming looked at the door of the operating room, and looked back from time to time, Lan Hua sighed, raised his hand and patted his son's shoulder regretfully.

Leng Xiuming met his mother's eyes and couldn't help but wryly smiled.

Only when they saw this person, did they know how regretful they were.

The indicator light at the door of the operating room suddenly went out, and everyone in the waiting room stood up and walked quickly to the door of the operating room.

Wang Zhaomou led Ji Lianhuo forward and waited intently for the result.

Ji Lianhuo held Wang Zhaomou's hand tightly, as if he could draw strength from it.

Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes and saw Ji Lianhuo's tight jawline, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were dark.

Sickness in the family seems to make people grow up quickly. From psychology to behavior, all kinds of cumbersome burdens are on the body, making people breathless and making people more and more silent. It seems that saying a word consumes a lot strength.

Wang Zhaomou knew this feeling very well.

Aunt Song and father left one after another like this.I saw with my own eyes that Aunt Song's hair was turning gray day by day, and she became more and more haggard. Before Aunt Song left, her hair was all white, and she begged herself with tears to bring Wang Zhaoyun back.

The same is true of his father. After Aunt Song left, he was lingering on the sick bed one after another. Even with professional nurses and doctors with superb medical skills, they could not bring him back to the world. After a day of breathing difficulties, Wang Zhaomou couldn't remember how many critical illness notices he had signed.

The heart will be bit by bit.

Looking at the door of the operating room, Wang Zhaomou quietly clasped Ji Lianhuo's hand tightly, rubbing the back of Ji Lianhuo's hand lightly with his thumb, giving him a sense of security within his power and calming his emotions.

Sensing Wang Zhaomou's movements, Ji Lianhuo lowered his head to look at the people around him, feeling like the anxiety in his heart being bitten by ants and insects was being soothed little by little.

When there is a clear sign, you are not alone.

The door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out to face the family members of the patients in front of him.

"The surgery was a success."

Leng Wanyin exhaled instantly, her whole body relaxed, tears rolled in her eyes, and she held hands with her elder brother and sister-in-law tightly.

"Thank you, doctor!" Leng Chenjin also heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing his father coughing up blood last night, he almost lost his soul!

"The patient's lung nodules are relatively deep and not small in size. There is no way to use video-assisted thoracoscopic surgery. We had to perform thoracotomy and segmentectomy for the patient." The doctor looked at Mr. Leng's family members , seriously exhorted.

"Patients must pay attention to rest after surgery, and they must not be overworked."

"We understand." Leng Chenjin nodded repeatedly, with joy in his eyes.

When Mr. Leng was pushed out from the operating room, he was still awake. After various preoperative examinations during the day and the operation time, everyone was exhausted. They asked the young people to stay and watch over Mr. Leng, while Leng Chenjin and the others went back to have a rest.

Leng’s private hospital has excellent equipment, and the wards are more upscale than those in a three-star hotel. Mr. Leng woke up two or three hours after the operation, and when he saw Wang Zhaomou and the two grandchildren beside him, he showed some weakness. laugh.

Mr. Leng can't overwork, which means that Ji Lianhuo will slowly take over the affairs of the Leng family. Things are not that simple at the beginning. Ji Lianhuo often has to take the documents and go to the hospital to ask Mr. Leng for advice.

Mr. Leng was on the hospital bed, trying his best to guide Ji Lianhuo, and the grandpa and grandson worked hard to hand over the work. When Mr. Leng could get out of bed and move around freely, Ji Lianhuo was already familiar with the work.

Wang Zhaomou returned to China after accompanying Ji Lianhuo through the critical period of the old man Leng. Although the competition has come to an end, the project still has to continue.

Those who came from other places were a little caught off guard. Ji Lianhuo had been on leave for more than two months, and he couldn't come to take the exam. After discussing with Ji Lianhuo, Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo went through the formalities of suspending his studies and suspended his studies while retaining his student status.

Somehow, the matter of Ji Lianhuo's suspension from school reached the ears of the father of the king. Hearing the news, the father of the king came to the villa specially, looking at his son in front of him, he was heartbroken.

"I told you a long time ago that Ji Lianhuo will win the competition. Most of the Leng family's business is abroad. He must go abroad often. You are now in a proper long-distance relationship. In the future, this situation will be even worse. many!"

Seeing his son's silence, the king's father became more and more proud. He fanned the wind with a fan and waved his hand, "Listen to Dad, let's split up early, and relax early. He crosses his single-plank bridge, and you take your Yangguan road. The Leng family can't afford to climb high, you have to be conscious, I don't want others to take money and throw it in front of you to make you leave that brat."

Wang Zhaomou looked up at his father and spoke calmly.

"Do you think everyone is like you?"

Father Wang's face was a little uncomfortable. It's good not to mention this matter, but it would be a bit unbearable to look back.

As the weather got hotter and hotter, the No. [-] site in Zhucheng was nearing completion. Wang Zhaomou went to Zhucheng to inspect and checked the progress of the three construction sites. When he came back, he encountered a traffic jam.

In just a few years, the number of private cars in Sioux City has doubled, but the roads are still the same. The traffic jam in Sioux City has become more and more serious. During rush hour, if you don’t get stuck a few times, you won’t be able to go home.

The driver didn't drive the car to the villa area until it was almost dark. When it was still far away from the villa, the driver vaguely saw something sitting in front of the villa door. He thought that the boss had a dog. When the car drove closer, he found that there was something sitting in front of the door. On the steps above, a man was sitting, holding something in his arms.

When Wang Zhaomou got out of the car, he immediately saw the person sitting in front of the steps, holding a stack of things in his arms and bowing his head, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The hair of the person in front of him has grown significantly. I haven't seen it for several months. It seems that it has never been cut. It is simply tied behind the head, like a wolf's tail.

With a smile on his lips, Wang Zhaomou lowered his body and raised his hand, rubbing his head in front of him.

"How do you sit on the ground?"

Ji Lianhuo pursed his thin lips, as if he was not sure, he reached out to poke the leather shoes in front of him, and slowly stroked his palm along the man's slender legs, as if confirming little by little that the person in front of him was not a dream, stood up, His fingers rested on Wang Zhaomou's waist.

The waist was tightened instantly, Ji Lianhuo's eyes were red, and he kept kissing the cheek of the person in front of him.

"Did I keep you waiting for a long time?" Wang Zhaomou raised his head slightly, and lightly pecked Ji Lianhuo's lips.

"I'm not afraid of waiting, I'm afraid you don't want me." Ji Lianhuo's eyes were red, "I had a dream, because I haven't come back for too long, Zhao Zhao won't wait for me, no matter what I give you, you will Don't want me."

Wang Zhaomou raised his lips and smiled, raised his hand to gently stroke Ji Lianhuo's hair on the side of his ear, gently kissed Ji Lianhuo's lips, took Ji Lianhuo's hand, and walked into the villa.

"I dreamed that I was late, Zhao Zhao didn't answer my call, and didn't go back to the villa. I waited at the gate of the villa for a long time, and I went to look for you everywhere..." Ji Lianhuo was led into the villa by Wang Zhaomou, as if With a normal physical reflex, he put down the things in his hand, and with red eyes, he hung Wang Zhaomou's coat on the hanger and brought slippers.

"I searched for a long time before I found you, but you didn't look at me Zhaozhao, I tried my best to put my things in your hands, but you didn't take anything, I thought it was because I didn't take out enough, but I took everything out Come out, you still don't want me..."

Ji Lian and Huo Yue became more and more sad as he said, "I'll call you after I come back today, Zhao Zhao, if you don't answer, I've been waiting for a long time but I can't wait for you, just like the beginning of a dream..."

Hearing this, Wang Zhaomou took out his personal cell phone and found that the cell phone had already run out of battery and was turned off.

Seeing Ji Lianhuo's depressed appearance, Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to wipe the corners of Ji Lianhuo's eyes, and kissed the person in front of him earnestly.

Actions seemed to be more powerful than any words. Ji Lianhuo greedily savored the taste of reunion after a long absence, hugged Wang Zhaomou's waist, and absorbed it intoxicated.

The two kissed and leaned on the sofa. Wang Zhaomou inserted his fingers into Ji Lianhuo's hair little by little, and found that his hair had grown enough to wrap around his fingers twice.

"Zhao Zhao, I miss you so much." Ji Lianhuo kept kissing Wang Zhaomou, leaving the lips in front of him for a moment, all he said was missing.

"I have you in every dream."

"I understand." Wang Zhaomou softly comforted Dagougou, who was upset by the dream, and deepened his feeling for reality with more intense kisses.

It's true now.

Mrs. Cheng silently glanced at the two who were inseparable from each other, and then looked at the reheated food.

The real touch of reality made Ji Lianhuo a little bit relieved from the shadow brought by the dream, his eyes lit up little by little, and a smile rose on his lips.

After the belated dinner, Ji Lianhuo picked up a stack of things in his arms, led Wang Zhaomou, and entered the study happily, as if putting his grades in front of Wang Zhaomou, Ji Lianhuo held a thick stack of documents in his arms Put it in front of Wang Zhaomou.

Wang Zhaomou had a vague premonition about these things, but after opening them, he found that he still thought less.

Ji Lianhuo has sorted out and signed all the documents, including the transfer agreement of 19.00% of Leng's shares, the transfer certificate of half of the shareholders' approval, the application for registration of change of the company with mutual trust, and the hotel chain, and even the Chuanhai Courtyard. Housing grant agreement.

Ji Lianhuo took out all his wealth.

"Some of these shares belonged to my parents, and some were won by me. I wanted to win more before returning, but... I had that dream." Ji Lianhuo stared closely at the person in front of him, "I have now become the heir of the Leng family. As long as you give me a little more time, I will definitely give you the entire Leng family!"

Wang Zhaomou looked at the documents in front of him, raised his eyes to look at Ji Lianhuo, smiled, signed under the Leng's share transfer agreement, and put away a thick stack of documents.

"Well done." Wang Zhaomou put down the pen in his hand, smiled and looked at the person in front of him.

Leng's 30.00% of the shares are now listed, and most of the shareholders are retail investors. Of the remaining 70.00%, 19.00% of the shares have already accounted for a huge right to speak.

Hearing Wang Zhaomou's praise, Ji Lianhuo raised the corners of his lips, looked at the person in front of him, hesitant to speak.

Wang Zhaomou understood what Ji Lianhuo meant, and with these things in front of him, it was worth giving him some rewards.

"Lian Huo, have you thought about your wish?"

Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo and curled his lips slightly.

"I, I've made up my mind." Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and blushed, not daring to look at the person in front of him, "I, I may need to prepare well."