Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Ji Lianhuo's injured eyes were too obvious, as if his past scars had been pulled up, the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

I was originally a little dirt dog in the mud, and was carried out by the man with both hands, washed and fed, and hugged on a clean soft couch.

Now that someone else came, I still wanted to bark at that person, but I forgot that I was still that little dog and had never changed.

How can I compare myself with that person outside the villa.

What I can give Brother Zhaomou, others can give him, and even do better than myself.

I can only send a prop rose to Brother Zhaomou, but others can wait for Brother Zhaomou with a large bouquet of carefully packaged and expensive flowers.

He is even the existence that Brother Zhaomou doesn't want him to see.

Wang Zhaomou watched as Ji Lianhuo's eye circles turned red a little bit, his whole body seemed to be pulled off the pillar in an instant, his Adam's apple slipped, he covered his eyes with one hand, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall.

"Lianhuo." Wang Zhaomou stepped forward, raised his hand and gently pulled away the boy's hand covering his eyes. He saw the moisture on Ji Lianhuo's eyelashes, with a little sparkle hanging on them. His eye circles and nose tip were red, and his thin lips were desperately pressed together. , sad to the extreme.

"I won't lie to you, but he is indeed dangerous." Wang Zhaomou said softly, looking into the boy's eyes intently.

"If I talk too much, it will confuse you. You just need to remember that you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope. If he sees you, you and I may be in crisis."

"Crisis, crisis?" Ji Lianhuo's voice was choked with sobs, and he couldn't help but look at the person in front of him, like a wounded cub that urgently needs to be appeased, and stretched out his hand to Wang Zhaomou, wrapping his arms around Wang Zhaomou's neck.

Wang Zhaomou knew that what he said was vague and bizarre to Ji Lianhuo, but the boy's eyes were full of trust, as if he had given him unconditional trust and support. As long as he spoke, he would believe it and pay for it. Action.

Wang Zhaomou was wrapped around his neck, and subconsciously raised his arms to hug the boy's waist. The place where his fingers touched was very close to the place where he touched his hands full of blood in the alley before.

At least this time, without raising his hand, he could see the luster of the young man's blood under the moonlight.

"Brother Zhaomou, what will he call you?" Ji Lianhuo put his arms around Wang Zhaomou's neck, asking cautiously as if he wanted to confirm something.

"He called me 'President Wang'." Wang Zhaomou was a little unaccustomed to the boy hugging him like this, but thinking about the suffocation feeling of being strangled by the waist, he felt that this was acceptable.

"Maybe I will be called 'Zhaomou' like everyone else in the future."

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips tightly, his eyelashes drooping, "Is he younger than Brother Zhaomou?"

Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, looking at Ji Lianhuo's unrecovered red eye circles, he almost immediately saw through the young man's carelessness.

Wang Zhaomou raised his head slightly, approached the young man's ear, pressed his throat slightly, and his tone was still majestic.

"Hide better."

"I can grant your first wish."

The juvenile's ears are well-shaped, but they are thin. You can almost see the tiny red blood vessels on them, as well as a layer of small fluff on them.

It seemed interesting to watch his ears become bloodshot and red. The red ears seemed to be contagious, and the redness would spread to the cheeks a little bit.

"Cough cough." A childish cough sounded, Wang Zhaomou slowly let go of the boy's hand, his eyes were gentle, Ji Lianhuo's face was flushed, and his eyes were burning, as if those few words seemed to have magical power, instantly Resurrect yourself with full blood.

Ji Dabao really didn't expect that when he came together today, he would see such a scene!

The two stood behind the door of the villa, the younger uncle put his arms around Wang Zhaomou's neck, like a poor child begging for candy, Wang Zhaomou hugged his own uncle, and was still close to his ear, whispering something.

Mrs. Cheng had already made breakfast and waited for a while to bring it to the table, but there was still no sign of separation between the two.

Seeing Mrs. Cheng's appearance of not being disturbed, Ji Dabao bravely coughed twice, and when he saw the two separated, he immediately felt great.

"There is also Ji Dabao." Wang Zhaomou reminded Ji Lianhuo in a low voice, "Try not to let new guests see him."

"Okay brother Zhaomou!" Ji Lianhuo walked towards the dining room, and he didn't forget to cover his face when he passed the window. Without saying a word, he picked up Ji Dabao by the dining table with one hand, and walked upstairs quickly.

Just as Ji Dabao saw that today's supplementary food in his bowl was cod cubes, he couldn't wait to pick up the small spoon, before his saliva flowed down, he was taken upstairs by his uncle.

"Bring Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao's meals upstairs these days." Wang Zhaomou told Mrs. Cheng, motioning to the people outside the window, "Don't let him see them."

"Understood, Master." Mrs. Cheng is also someone who has seen big storms, and knows the complexity of many things in the business field. Hearing Wang Zhaomou's exhortation, he knew that there must be his reasons.

After Wang Zhaomou had breakfast, he went out slowly. When he saw Leng Xiuming who was still waiting at the door of the villa, he asked calmly.

"General Manager Leng, what does this mean?"

Leng Xiuming waited for a full hour, and when he saw Wang Zhaomou going out unhurriedly, he immediately stood up straight with a bright smile on his face.

"Wang is always the first friend I made when I came to China. Naturally, it is long live friendship."

"We don't like to give purple irises to friends." Wang Zhaomou smiled.

"Sorry." Leng Xiuming glanced at the flowers in his hand, put the bouquet of purple irises into the car without any scruples, bent down and took out a flower pot, and handed it to Wang Zhaomou with a smile on his face.

"Is it appropriate to give Clivia to friends?"

Wang Zhaomou looked down at the Clivia in Leng Xiuming's hand, the leaves were bright green, and among the lush green leaves was a flower stalk with several white flower buds, ready to bud.

"Slender-leaved Clivia is not a rare species, but I just want to express my gratitude to my friends for their help." Leng Xiuming was very careful, and sent the flower pot to Wang Zhaomou's direction, "I hope Mr. Wang will not dislike it."

"Thank you." Wang Zhaomou took the flower pot, turned around and walked towards the villa. Seeing this, Mrs. Cheng stepped forward and hugged the Clivia in Wang Zhaomou's hand.

"There may be something to trouble Mr. Wang in the future." Leng Xiuming sent Wang Zhaomou to the car, "I wonder if Mr. Wang has time tomorrow?"

"Naturally there is time for business." Wang Zhaomou smiled, "Wang's Group still relies on General Manager Leng's billion-dollar investment."

"Then it's settled." Leng Xiuming stood up, watched Wang Zhaomou's car drive away, and then turned to get in the car himself.

The moment he opened the car door, Leng Xiuming faintly felt that someone was staring at him, looked up at the villa, but found nothing.

The nanny in the villa seemed to be clearing the dining table, and he couldn't see clearly from a distance. Leng Xiuming thought for a moment and got into the car.

Because of the large family fortune of the Leng family, Leng Xiuming has been trained since he was a child on how to deal with kidnappings and killers that keep coming one after another. The feeling of being closely watched just now made Leng Xiuming feel strange.

Hearing the car driving away in front of the villa, Ji Lianhuo turned his head little by little, and stood up when he saw that there was no one in front of the villa.

Ji Dabao looked over curiously, but he was too short, no matter how much he jumped on tiptoe, he couldn't see the scene in front of the villa.

"Eat well." Ji Lianhuo pushed Ji Dabao's head down, and turned around himself, looking at the breakfast plate in front of him with heavy eyes.

The man looked like a mixed race, with half-length hair, and he looked like a playboy no matter what.

But brother Zhaomou didn't let himself appear in front of him.

Ji Lianhuo clenched his fists tightly to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Whatever brother Zhaomou asks me to do, I will do.

If the matter itself does not make sense, then Brother Zhaomou does.

I have to listen to Brother Zhaomou.

Besides...

Ji Lianhuo raised his hand subconsciously and touched his ear, remembering Zhaomou brother's promise to himself, he couldn't help but feel happy.

As long as he doesn't let that playboy see himself and Ji Dabao, brother Zhaomou will realize his first wish!

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and the words in his heart kept bubbling up.

Zhaozhao.

I can secretly call Brother Zhaomou Zhaozhao when no one is around.

This is Brother Zhaomou's title that belongs only to me.

Ji Lianhuo wiped his face with his hand, trying to calm down, but he couldn't help being happy.

Zhaozhao.

Ji Dabao held his piece of cod, silently nibbling on it while watching his uncle change his face.

Just now, the eyes were full of disgust and hatred, the anger of wanting to kill someone, soon turned into the eyes full of joy and sweetness, and the youthfulness of the boy was about to overflow.

Ji Dabao ate two more bites of cod, feeling that his uncle really has the potential to be an actor.

By the way, what is the reason?

Ji Dabao was scratching his head with curiosity, he didn't understand why he and his brother-in-law seemed to be the "delicates" hidden in Wang Zhaomou's golden house, and now they couldn't go downstairs to eat or meet people.

When it was school time, Ji Lianhuo drove to the school. The classmates in the playground hadn't arrived yet, and they were sitting together chatting. Ji Lianhuo found a stone by the playground and took out the Peach Blossom Bracelet in his pocket.

Thinking of that playboy's appearance, Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips silently, with dark eyes, he picked up the stone and smashed it hard at the crystal bracelet.

The pink crystal was cracked at the first blow, Ji Lianhuo smashed it hard, and crushed it down heavily, the crystal beads shattered and flew everywhere, Ji Lianhuo still didn't stop.

Ji Lianhuo Fang didn't stop until several crystal beads were smashed into pieces and the red string connecting the beads was broken.

Seeing that the instructor had already walked into the playground, Ji Lianhuo quickly returned to his class and calmly directed the students to assemble and count.

Many students looked at Ji Lianhuo frequently. During the training process, the instructor also looked at Ji Lianhuo more than once. When they disbanded, they even gave Ji Lianhuo a bottle of alcohol. Ji Lianhuo didn't know why at first, until he returned to the dormitory. In front of the mirror, I saw a thin scratch on my face, with a little blood oozing out.

This was accidentally scratched when the crystal fragments splashed out when the crystal bracelet was smashed.

Ji Lianhuo was startled, quickly unscrewed the alcohol given by the instructor, and carefully wiped the wound with a cotton swab.

I can leave scars anywhere, absolutely not on my face!

I only have such a small advantage, if there is a scar on my face, Brother Zhaomou will definitely feel uncomfortable when he looks at him!

After applying the alcohol, Ji Lianhuo was still extremely disturbed.

After picking up three students who pretended to have a stomach ache and two students who had a foot ache, the school clinic ushered in an even more outrageous one.

"Doctor." The boy pointed at his face worriedly, "I've been cut here, how can I not leave a scar."

The doctor picked it up, and after looking at it for a long time with reading glasses, he looked at the boy in front of him earnestly, "Student, you are late."

Several nurses turned pale when they saw the boy.

"You came too late, the wounds have already healed."

The old doctor shook his head and let out a long sigh.