Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Feeling a bit uneasy, Ji Lianhuo walked into the western restaurant step by step. He saw an old man rolling his eyes near the window without any discernment.

Middle-aged and elderly people are rare creatures in western restaurants where there are basically young customers.It seems inaccurate to say that Brother Zhaomou's father is an old man. Because of better maintenance, the man's hair is basically completely black, only a little gray at the sideburns, which can be seen from the precipitation of years.

This is the founder of the Wang Group, a man who worked hard to create a bloody road from those difficult years. Strength and luck, but everything is missing, the Wang Group is not as brilliant as it is today.

Ji Lianhuo took a deep breath, lowered his head to check his appearance, tried to straighten his chest, and walked to the window.

"Hello."

Father Wang raised his head, with excellent expression management, allowing himself to return to his usual mood in a second, and raised his eyes to look at the boy in front of him.

The child standing in front of him respectfully is just the age of adulthood, about the same age as Wang Zhaoyun, but his behavior is much more stable than Wang Zhaoyun.

There is really nothing wrong with the facial features, this guy is also tall, the whole person is refreshing and clean, it is a subtle level between mature and green, like plum wine that has not been fully fermented, it smells fruity and wine The flavors are mixed together, and taste a little astringent.

Seeing the boy in front of him, Father Wang somewhat understood why his son was addicted to it, and even brought him into his home regardless of the rumors outside.

This Ji Lianhuo is indeed quite pretty.

But serving people with Israel will not go far after all.

"You are Ji Lianhuo." Father Wang took off his beeswax bracelet, felt the beads and rolled them twice.

"Yes, uncle." Ji Lianhuo bowed his head in agreement.

"Sit down." With the arrogance of an elder, Father Wang raised his finger to the seat opposite.

Ji Lianhuo sat steadily opposite the prince, trying not to show his embarrassment, hardly daring to breathe presumptuously.

Father Wang pushed the dessert in front of Ji Lianhuo, and gestured to the menu next to him, "You probably haven't eaten at noon, so just order whatever you want."

Ji Lianhuo looked down at the menu, and found that there were some unfamiliar dishes on it, and the prices were abnormally high.

A meat bowl in the school cafeteria costs only two yuan, a small pudding here costs eight yuan, and everything else starts at ten yuan. If you want to eat half full here, you will need at least a hundred yuan start.

"A pudding." Ji Lianhuo looked up at the waiter next to him.

"Just one pudding?" The waiter wrote down the customer's request.

"Just one pudding." Ji Lianhuo shared the menu book and handed it back to the waiter.

Father Wang watched the boy across from him order food, and he could tell many things from this pudding alone.

Pudding is the cheapest dessert on the menu.

Ji Lianhuo's living conditions were very bad in the past, and he already knew a little about this.But after following Zhaomou, he still ordered the cheapest item on the menu.

Either it was his habitual frugality, or Zhao Mou didn't give him much money on weekdays, or he deliberately pretended to be simple in front of himself.

"Don't you want more?" Father Wang leaned against the back of the chair, slowly coiling the beeswax bracelet in his hand.

"I..." Ji Lianhuo paused, remembering how his classmates were frightened by his appetite.

If it turns out that he eats a lot, will brother Zhaomou's father feel like an idiot?

"I don't eat much." Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips slightly.

"Heh." Father Wang gave a half-smile.

Still pretending in front of me?

The waiter brought the pudding, a small portion.

Ji Lianhuo stared at the pudding on the plate that could be swallowed in one bite, cut it into four pieces with a knife, and then took small bites, divided it four times, and ate it slowly.

Stomach feels more empty.

"Are you full?" Father Wang asked jokingly.

"Yeah." Ji Lianhuo put down the knife and fork, and sat upright as much as possible.

"We're full, then let's get down to business." Father Wang sat up and looked at the boy opposite him seriously.

"The current society is an open society. If you young people fall in love, it stands to reason that us old guys should not interfere."

"Talking, falling in love?" Ji Lianhuo stammered a little, and was more surprised.

"I am Zhaomou's father, in front of me, you don't have to pretend." Wang's father said seriously.

Are you in love with Brother Zhaomou?

Ji Lianhuo's face turned red a little bit. Looking at the old man in front of him, he seemed to be a little cute.

"But the problem is, what you guys are talking about is not a serious relationship." Father Wang looked serious.

Are you and Brother Zhaomou still talking about an unscrupulous relationship? !

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, his face was burning hot.

Ji Lianhuo really wanted to ask, how do you talk about "unserious love", but seeing the serious expression on the old man's face, he didn't dare to speak.

"You sell your young body, you can sell it for a month or two, and it will grow a little three or four years, but can you guarantee that you will be young forever?" The king's father earnestly and kindly, looking at the young man with a painful look to restore the lost youth. Ji Lianhuo.

"Sell your body?" Ji Lianhuo froze.

Brother Xiang Zhaomou did such a thing, he didn't even dare to think about it, but the old man said so.

"Should, should... how about..."

Ji Lianhuo was a little ashamed to say it.

How to avoid this situation?

Father Wang thought that Ji Lianhuo had finally opened his eyes, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"The best way is to leave Zhaomou from now on, work hard to improve yourself, and rely on your hard work in exchange for everything you need." Father Wang stared closely at the boy in front of him.

"You are still young and smart, and you have been admitted to such a good school. Your future is limitless, and you can even go to a wider world."

"No." Ji Lianhuo shook his head firmly as soon as he heard the words of his father.

"Nothing?" Father Wang's expression became serious.

"I won't leave brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo looked straight at the old man in front of him, his gaze was firm, "No matter how vast the world is outside, as long as there is no brother Zhaomou, I will not go."

"You child, why are you so stupid?" Father Wang frowned, what he said just now was good, but why did he hit a wall here.

"Uncle, Brother Zhaomou has helped me a lot. The only way I can repay him is to work for him and stay by his side for the rest of my life." Ji Lianhuo got up and bowed ninety degrees to the old man in front of him.

"Please help me."

Ji Lianhuo's noise was not small, and almost half of the restaurant people looked over.

"Sit down." Father Wang frowned.

The reason why I chose this western restaurant is that I don't want to meet acquaintances. After all, family ugliness should not be publicized. The young man's voice probably attracted the attention of many people.

Ji Lianhuo bowed and couldn't get up.

"If you don't sit down again, I'll let Zhaomou go on a blind date." Father Wang beat the snake seven inches.

Ji Lianhuo got up immediately and quickly sat down opposite the prince.

Father Wang took a long breath, held the beeswax bracelet in one hand, and slowly took out a checkbook from the inside pocket of the Tang suit with the other.

Where is absolute loyalty in this world?

It's just that the temptation is not big enough.

"I understand that you have been with Zhaomou for a while, and even if it is an object, you have feelings." The king's father took out a check that he had prepared a long time ago from the checkbook, and pushed it in front of Ji Lianhuo.

"The above is 1000 million. As long as you leave Zhaomou, the money will be yours. Don't worry about other issues. I will..."

Father Wang hadn't finished speaking when he saw the boy on the opposite side shaking his head repeatedly.

Father Wang took a deep breath and continued to draw out a check.

"These two checks add up to 5000 million."

The boy opposite still shook his head firmly.

Father Wang gritted his teeth and took out the last check.

"This is a total of [-] million. As long as you leave Zhaomou, the money will be yours!"

Ji Lianhuo still shook his head without hesitation.

"You'll just shake your head! Do you know what a hundred million is?" Anger rose in the father's heart, how could there be such a recalcitrant person!

"One hundred million, do you understand? The money you get after paying taxes is enough for your next life. You can buy a villa, a yacht, drive a luxury car, and you can have beautiful cars as companions, as long as you don't violate the law. Do whatever you want!"

Father Wang finished these words in one breath, afraid that the boy would not understand, and pointed to Ji Lianhuo's clothes.

"You pay 50 yuan for a piece of clothing, and one billion is enough for you to buy 200 million pieces. If you wear one piece every day, it will take more than 5000 years for you to wear it all!

The expensive menu in front of you, with all the items on it together, only costs more than 3000 yuan. If you order all the above dishes every day, you will have to order for 91 years to use up [-] million yuan! "

"But..." Ji Lianhuo looked down at his half-sleeve, "Brother Zhaomou bought it for me, and it's unique. If you exchange it with 200 million identical clothes, I won't give it to you."

The corner of Father Wang's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to cover his heart.

"Also, I don't have any requirements for food. As long as I'm with brother Zhaomou, I think it's good if you give me steamed buns worth [-] cents every day." Ji Lianhuo's eyes were full of longing, "Uncle, I I really don't want to leave Brother Zhaomou."

Father Wang frowned, and his whole face was almost wrinkled together.

This young man doesn't speak martial arts.

He has already given out [-] million yuan, what else does he want!

"Uncle, I..." Ji Lianhuo was about to speak, but Father Wang raised his hand and put away the check to stop Ji Lianhuo.

"Don't call me uncle."

Ji Lianhor paused, and tried to speak.

"dad?"

Father Wang raised his head in shock, looked at the young man in front of him, and felt that he had never seen such a brazen person!

"Don't call me dad!" Father Wang couldn't hold back his anger, and slapped the table, "You and Zhaomou, I will never agree, it's impossible in this life!" Father Wang left angrily, and when he left the western restaurant, he was very angry His fingers were trembling.

Hearing Father Wang let go of his harsh words, Ji Lianhuo sat down in frustration, and just about to leave, the waiter came over and showed the payment slip.

A fruit tea and dessert, plus a pudding, a total of 41.

Ji Lian Hor paused, sat back in his previous position, brought the untouched dessert on the table, carefully dug a mouthful of dessert with a spoon, and put it in his mouth.

It smells like chocolate and is extremely soft.

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and ate the dessert. He felt that someone was staring at him. When he raised his head slightly, he saw the middle-aged woman on the opposite table.

The middle-aged woman has an extremely elegant posture, wearing a gray-blue mid-length skirt with a unique neckline design, and a feather-like diamond brooch.

Seeing Ji Lianhuo raised his head, the middle-aged woman shook her hand holding the coffee cup, and the green jade bracelet and the cup struck, making a crisp sound. The woman's eyes were full of disbelief and shock, and she looked straight at Ji Lianhuo. Huo, his eyes didn't move.

Ji Lianhuo frowned slightly, lowered his head and quickly finished his desserts, took out the money from his pocket, counted 41, and handed it to the waiter.

"Sir, the lady opposite has already paid for you." The waiter smiled.

Ji Lianhuo raised his head and looked at the middle-aged woman opposite again. The woman stood up, suppressed the emotions in her heart, walked over with a coffee cup, and sat directly opposite Ji Lianhuo.

"Sorry to bother you. But you and I are an old friend who do look a bit similar. Can we have a chat?"

Ji Lianhuo frowned, put down the 41 yuan, and left the western restaurant without saying a word.

"Wait a minute!" The middle-aged woman chased after her, trying to grab Ji Lianhuo's arm, but the boy quickly dodged him.

"Can you tell me your name?" The middle-aged woman lost her composure, her eyes full of eagerness.

The waiter on the side gasped.

Why is the rich woman like this now!

Like avoiding the plague, Ji Lianhuo quickly avoided the middle-aged woman in front of him, with rejection written all over his body, and walked out of the western restaurant quickly.

The middle-aged woman wanted to catch up, but as soon as she stepped out of the western restaurant, there was a mixed crowd in front of her, and the figure of the boy disappeared in the crowd. The sight just now was like a dream.

"How is it possible..." Leng Wanyin stood there in a daze, and the face of the boy just now kept flashing before her eyes.

The boy was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he looked very similar to his younger brother who died in a car accident in Huaguo in his early years.

It's like it was carved out of a mold.

As soon as Leng Wanyin thought of this, a picture in her memory jumped out instantly.

More than ten years ago, I hugged my little nephew, who was almost three years old, and looked through old photo albums with my father. When I found photos of my younger brother when he was a child, my father couldn't help smiling when he looked at the child in his arms.

"Yao Xing and his father really look like they were carved out of the same mold..."

"I don't look like my father." The little nephew, who is not yet three years old, nodded his face unconvinced, "I am much whiter than my father!"

"Okay, my good grandson Bai." The father was overjoyed, picked up the little grandson, and played with the child with his beard.

"Grandpa is bad!" The little nephew tried hard to protect his face, seeing that he was really no match for the bad grandpa, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Auntie, save me!"

The immature child's voice shouted "Auntie, save me" over and over again, but only the black wreckage of the car explosion remained in front of Leng Wanyin's eyes.

"My two nephews, Leng Yaoming and Leng Yaoxing, are in the car!" Leng Wanyin still remembered her mournful voice, "Where are they? Where are they?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Leng, we've tried our best to find it, but usually children under the age of five don't have hard bones, and there won't be any bone remains..."

The high temperature of up to a thousand degrees will make them feel like they have never been in this world.

"Wanyin?" A woman chased out from the western restaurant, looked at the old friend in front of her, tears streaming down her face.

"What's the matter Wanyin?" The woman took out a tissue with concern and handed it to Leng Wanyin, "You suddenly wanted to change seats just now, and you still pestered a young boy, what happened?"

"My nephew...he may not be dead." Leng Wanyin wiped the tears from her face, "The child just now looks very much like my little nephew."

"This is a good thing!" The woman cheered up, "If one survives, both of them may survive! They are in the same place as you in Su City!"