Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

When the decoration team came to change the door, the villa was filled with the cries of cubs, with three points of sadness, three points of helplessness, and four points of deep despair.

After all, it was someone else's housework, and the staff of the decoration team could only pretend to be deaf and dumb to do their own work. It took nearly an hour to tear down the old door and replace it with a new one. The hoarseness is pitiful, and the listeners can't bear it.

Wang Zhaomou went to check and accept the new door. Several staff members hesitated to speak. The crying of the child had become the background sound, sometimes high and sometimes low, and there was faint "crack" applause, which was very rhythmic.

"Boss, what did this kid do wrong?" The older master asked with a smile, "Going to heaven to steal flat peaches?"

Wang Zhaomou glanced at the bill for changing the door, and looked at the old door that was dismantled with a smile.

The old master looked at the marks on the old door that had been broken open with brute force, and shook his head helplessly.

This kid from a rich family seems to have made exaggerated mistakes.

The previous lock was no longer usable, and a new lock was replaced on the new door. Wang Zhaomou took a few new keys and gave one to Mrs. Cheng, and kept one in the study. He just wanted to give one to Ji Lianhuo, and walked to the door. Hearing that the fight was fierce, Wang Zhaomou felt relieved and decided not to disturb Ji Lianhuo to continue playing.

Ji Dabao was crying so hard, Ji Lianhuo rolled his sleeves and looked cold, really angry.

The increasingly hoarse crying continued until lunch time. Mrs. Cheng knocked on the door a little uneasy, and asked Ji Lianhuo to go downstairs to eat. Ji Dabao finally stopped crying and had a moment's rest.

Ji Lianhuo tried hard to expel the hostility in his heart, took off his sleeves, quickly washed his hands and wiped his face, and went downstairs to eat.

Wang Zhaomou watched the young man go downstairs, and there seemed to be lingering anger in his eyes. Seeing Ji Lianhuo sitting at the dining table, Wang Zhaomou pushed the new key in front of Ji Lianhuo, the young man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked up at Wang Zhaomou.

"New key." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, "Don't lose it."

Ji Lianhuo glanced at the brand-new door of the villa, the corner of his mouth drooped, and then looked at the key in front of him, and couldn't help but smile on his face. He carefully picked up the new key with both hands, took out the key chain, Screw the new key in firmly.

This is my home.

Seeing Ji Lianhuo's red right palm when he changed the keys, Wang Zhaomou raised the corners of his lips and tried to make a suggestion, "Do you need a ruler?"

Ji Lianhuo looked at the man in the main seat, and found that brother Zhaomou was looking at his hand. Ji Lianhuo subconsciously opened his palm, and saw that he hit Ji Dabao until his red palm.

Ji Lianhuo himself didn't pay attention, but when he heard Wang Zhaomou mention it, his ears couldn't help but turn red.

Zhao Zhao is caring about me.

"I dare not use tools." Ji Lianhuo opened his hands and looked at Wang Zhaomou with caution in his words, "I'm afraid I won't be able to grasp the strength properly."

Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, got up and went to the kitchen, took out an ice pack that Mrs. Cheng had prepared for Ji Dabao from the refrigerator, sat in front of Ji Lianhuo after returning, pulled up Ji Lianhuo's red palm, and gently put the ice pack on Ji Lianhuo's palm .

Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at Wang Zhaomou holding his hand, his palm was icy cold, but he couldn't suppress the heat quietly rising in his heart.

Ji Lianhuo opened his lips, staring intently at the slender and fair hand in front of him.

Brother Zhaomou's nails have always been trimmed very neatly and neatly, just like his people, meticulous. Brother Zhaomou's fingers are well-articulated, and the fingertips are slightly pink, like the light color of the tip of a peach petal. I can't look away.

Ji Lianhuo focused on this hand, adjusted the position of the ice pack in his hand, it seemed that it was finally in a perfect position, and the hand in front of him was about to be withdrawn.

Ji Lianhuo saw his fingers stretched and curled up unconsciously, like the hand that was reluctant to leave, and wanted to follow him.

This stretch touched the opponent's fingertips, it was cold, it was because I had just adjusted the ice pack for myself and got cold.

"Brother Zhaomou, your fingers are freezing." Ji Lianhuo immediately stretched out his other hand, carefully and boldly, and held the four fingertips of the hand in front of him.

As if holding the whole world, Ji Lianhuo felt the coldness and smoothness in his hands. The water stains on the ice pack stained the man's fingertips, and then to his own palm, which was a wonderful transmission.

Moreover, Zhao Zhao's fingertips are so soft.

Mrs. Cheng brought the last dish and watched Xiao Ji hold the young master's fingertips. The young master didn't resist, but just quietly looked at the boy opposite.

The atmosphere seemed a bit delicate, Mrs. Cheng put down the last dish as quietly as possible, and quickly evacuated the scene.

"Is it warm?" Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo's red ears.

"It's warm, it's warm." Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, moved his hands away from brother Zhaomou's fingers little by little, lowered his head with hot cheeks, and looked at the rice bowl in front of him.

Seeing that the young master and Xiao Ji started to eat, Mrs. Cheng sighed silently, picked up the milk bottle and went up to the second floor.

Ji Dabao lay on the bed sobbing, his face was a mixture of snot and tears, his butt was red and swollen from being beaten, like fermented steamed buns.

Aunt Cheng looked helpless, and wiped Ji Dabao's face, only to see a line of tears streaming down the boy's round face again, extremely sad.

Mrs. Cheng didn't feel that Dabao was wronged. If Xiao Ji hadn't come out to protect the young master in time for today's scene, what would have happened in the future? This little guy even stood on the stairs ostentatiously admitting that it was he who posted the post that caused the disaster. of.

It's not uncommon to be beaten.

"Eat some first." Mrs. Cheng pointed the pacifier at Ji Dabao. Ji Dabao felt that he was almost full, so he barely drank a few mouthfuls of milk powder, only to hear Mrs. Cheng say again, "If you are full, you can hold on beat."

When Ji Dabao heard it, he couldn't swallow it sadly.

And the second half?

With an ice pack on his right hand, Ji Lianhuo used his left hand to pinch the chopsticks to pick up vegetables. His left hand was not very flexible, and he failed to pick up the vegetables after picking them up twice. Ji Lianhuo was about to pick up the vegetables for the third time, when he saw a pair of bamboo chopsticks stretched out beside him. , Pick up the dishes you didn't pick up, and put them in your own bowl.

Ji Lianhuo's face turned red in an instant, watching Brother Zhaomou pick up some of the dishes on each plate for himself, then picked up a porcelain spoon, and handed it to himself.

"It's easier with a spoon."

Ji Lianhuo's face became hotter and hotter. Holding the spoon Zhaomou brother gave him, he ate the food that Zhaomou brother gave him. It was so delicious!

Last time I helped Brother Zhaomou to choose a Fengshui master, Brother Zhaomou rewarded himself with chicken legs, is this also a reward?

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help the joy in his eyes, he gulped down the food in front of him, like a large dog rewarded by the owner for extra food, he was so happy that he couldn't help but turn around in circles.

Do better yourself!

Get more rewards!

After dinner, Wang Zhaomou originally wanted to ask Ji Lianhuo about the Leng family, but suddenly thought that Ji Lianhuo wanted to educate Ji Dabao, so he chose to wait for a while.

After Ji Lianhuo finished his dinner, he went upstairs and entered the room. After a while, the cry of the cub was heard again.

This interruption lasted intermittently until the evening, as if he was afraid of affecting Wang Zhaomou's rest, Ji Lianhuo reluctantly stopped.

Ji Dabao's tears could hardly flow out, his mouth was open and he howled dryly, his nose was streaming, and the sheets under his face were wet.

After finally waiting until the uncle stopped calling, Ji Dabao heard a knock on the door, and the elder brother came only at this time, telling the uncle to go to the study to talk.

Ji Dabao looked at Wang Zhaomou aggrievedly, "Brother, what's the use of you coming at this time, you've already finished the fight!"

Seeing Ji Lianhuo entered the study, Mrs. Cheng went upstairs with a bit of heartache, and helped Ji Dabao apply ice. Ji Dabao clenched his fists and twitched in pain, feeling extremely wronged.

Why did the uncle beat himself up like this!I clearly admitted that the post was made by myself!

Also, wouldn't it be good for the grandpa of the Leng family to come? My uncle doesn't want to go back to the Leng family, but has he ever asked me!

Wang Zhaomou asked Ji Lianhuo to come to the study, looked at the boy's red hands, and smiled slightly with a warm voice.

"Lian Huo, have you noticed that Dabao didn't admit his mistakes like before when he was beaten this time?"

Ji Lianhuo frowned, talking about what Ji Dabao did this time, his anger remained undiminished.

"Dabao didn't realize what he did wrong at all. He randomly posted that kind of post on the forum. He not only attracted the Leng family, but also framed you!"

"But just by beating, he won't realize his mistake." Wang Zhaomou looked intently into the boy's eyes.

"Have you ever thought that maybe Dabao needs other family members?"

Ji Lianhuo paused, looked into Wang Zhaomou's eyes, and realized what Zhaozhao wanted to ask.

Brother Zhaomou said Dabao on the surface, but in fact he was also asking himself if he needed other family members.

Thinking of Ji Dabao warmly reaching out to the old man for a hug, Ji Lianhuo felt a little sad. Ji Dabao was too young, and his parents both passed away. Maybe he really needed more love.

"Dabao...maybe." Ji Lianhuo bowed his head, "but I don't need it."

Looking at the young man, Wang Zhaomou curled his lips and said jokingly, "The Leng family is richer and more powerful than the Wang family. If you go back, you will have better living conditions than here; and there are your blood relatives, your Grandpa and aunt, they should treat you very well."

"Brother Zhaomou, I don't want to go." Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes, a pair of moist black eyes, staring straight at Wang Zhaomou, "Even though Leng's family is rich, my answer is exactly the same as before."

Wang Zhaomou's eyes moved slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of the boy's eyes with his fingertips as usual.

"Zhao Zhao." Ji Lianhuo lightly rubbed Wang Zhaomou's hand, with 12 points of courage in his chest, and deep sincerity in his eyes.

"For me, there are more important things in this world than money and status.

Even my own life is no match for him. "

Wang Zhaomou remained silent. After looking at the young man for a long time, he slowly lowered his hands and moved his eyes to the documents on the table.

"It's late at night, go to rest."

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, seeing that the person in front of him did not show any disgust, he secretly jumped for joy, and obediently left the study.

Wang Zhaomou quietly looked at the document in front of him, but did not open it.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, and Wang Zhaomou answered the phone. It was the guards from the hospital who came to report the situation.

"Mr. Wang, Meng Xiaotong's father's operation was a success!"

"Very good." Wang Zhaomou's tone remained the same, "Continue to stay at the hospital to prevent the remnants of the Zhang family from counterattacking."

After hanging up the call, another call came in. Seeing the unfamiliar number on the caller ID, Wang Zhaomou's eyes darkened, and he pressed the call button.

The two were silent for a long time, and finally, a slightly old voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhaomou, I want to talk to you."