Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Wang Zhaomou looked at the contract in front of him for a moment, one billion US dollars, almost twice the net worth of the entire Wang Group.

The Leng family is indeed rich and powerful, but if they accept the money, it means that they have to cooperate with Mr. Leng to push Ji Lianhuo into the Leng family step by step.

The old man Leng looked at the young man in front of him, and slowly pushed the contract to the center of the tea table again.

"I will bring the words to Ji Lianhuo, but I don't need such a high salary." Wang Zhaomou got up and said goodbye to Mr. Leng politely.

"If Ji Lianhuo agrees, I will contact you as soon as possible."

Mr. Leng got up and watched the young junior leave. The young woman stepped forward and sent Wang Zhaomou away from the mansion.

Looking at the documents on the table, old man Leng couldn't help but let out a wry smile, one billion dollars can't be sent out now.

Teacher Sun had a long vacation again. Ji Dabao lay on the bed, turned his head and choked up watching Ji Lianhuo apply medicine to his buttocks. Thinking of the scene of being beaten yesterday, Ji Dabao couldn't help feeling sad and choked up.

As soon as Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes, he saw the golden peas on his little nephew's face. He raised his hand to wipe it off, but the little boy turned his head stubbornly, letting the tears slide down his round face.

Ji Lianhuo stopped in mid-air, silent for a long time, put away his hands, and continued to spread the medicine on Ji Dabao's buttocks.

The cold medicine stabbed his buttocks, Ji Dabao buried his face in the quilt, his body twitched, and tears flowed sullenly.

Ji Lianhuo unscrewed the lid of the ointment, looked at Ji Dabao's appearance, and walked out of the room after a moment of silence.

When Wang Zhaomou came out of the study, he saw Ji Lianhuo standing at the door of the room, his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Lianhuo." Wang Zhaomou walked to Ji Lianhuo's side, glanced at the door, and asked in a gentle voice, "How is Dabao?"

"I've been crying all the time." Facing Wang Zhaomou, Ji Lianhuo had a little guilt in his eyes, and there seemed to be endless words in his heart, and he wanted to confide in the person in front of him.

Seeing this, Wang Zhaomou pushed open the door slightly and found Ji Dabao lying on the bed, crying and falling asleep at some point, his little hands unconsciously clutching the sheets, with tears still hanging on his face.

Wang Zhaomou closed the door of the house and looked at the depressed young man beside him.

"Brother Zhaomou, I've been wondering if I'm asking too much of Dabao." Ji Lianhuo couldn't hide his feelings in front of Wang Zhaomou.

"He is only two years old, without the love of his parents, and what I do is far from enough for him."

"Why not enough?" Wang Zhaomou approached Ji Lianhuo, raised his head and gently touched the top of the boy's hair.

"Do you remember when we first met?

There are so many gangsters beating you, you firmly protect Ji Dabao under yourself, no matter how bad the environment is, you want to give him the best. "

Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes to look at the man, his eyes were a little evasive, and he pursed his thin lips tightly, "But me, but I have changed now."

I didn't try to give him the best.

I want to present you with the best.

Wang Zhaomou rubbed the boy's hair, raised the corners of his lips, "But you still love him, don't you?"

Ji Lianhuo was quiet for a moment, looked at Wang Zhaomou, and nodded.

"Ji Dabao's thoughts are not difficult to guess." Wang Zhaomou said in a gentle voice, leading the boy downstairs and sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"It's no surprise that he wants family, he wants more pampering, he wants a better life."

"But..." Ji Lianhuo sat opposite Wang Zhaomou, looked at the position next to Brother Zhaomou, and his voice was low.

"I don't want to go to Leng's house."

"Maybe you can take Ji Dabao and have a chat with Leng's family." Wang Zhaomou looked normal, and raised his hand to pat the side beside him.

Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo immediately got up and sat down impatiently, trying to suppress the raised corner of his mouth.

"Leng's family was also the victim of the accident back then. You should have heard that they didn't want you back then, but thought you had passed away, and they have always been sad about it."

Wang Zhaomou looked at the young man in front of him and combed for Ji Lianhuo.

"The chief culprit who made you and your brother go home is the enemies of the Leng family back then. It is these people that you should be most hostile to."

Ji Lianhuo stared closely at the person in front of him, and nodded obediently.

"You have also seen that the situation of the Leng family is not simple, but based on a series of previous events, I think that Mr. Leng and Leng Wanyin are relatives you can get in touch with." Wang Zhaomou glanced at Ji Lianhuo and was rubbed by himself. With messy hair, he raised his hand to trim the boy twice.

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head obediently, as if he had figured out something, his bright black eyes showed the loyalty of a dog, "Brother Zhaomou, I listen to you."

"When will you have time?" Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, "Mr. Leng, Leng Wanyin and the others also want to see you and Ji Dabao."

Ji Lianhuo looked up at the second floor, turned on his mobile phone and checked the time, "Brother Zhaomou, can I do it next Saturday?"

"Of course." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, "I will tell Mr. Leng the time, and you can also tell Ji Dabao the news."

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips and looked straight at the person in front of him, without blinking his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Wang Zhaomou met the boy's eyes with a smile.

Ji Lianhuo's eyes are really good-looking, with deep grooves at the end of the eyes, black and white eyes, bright black in the middle, clear and clean.

Wang Zhaomou had also seen Ji Lianhuo's appearance when he beat Ji Dabao, his eyes were low and deep, the contours of his eyebrows and eyes were extremely three-dimensional, and his eyes were bottomless, so deep that people couldn't look directly at them.

Hearing Wang Zhaomou's question, Ji Lianhuo blinked his eyes, carefully avoiding the man's sight, with a bit of youthfulness in his tone.

"If I listen to Brother Zhaomou everything, will Brother Zhaomou not let me go to Leng's house?"

Wang Zhaomou looked at Jilian Horn for a moment, met the boy's expectant gaze, but didn't know how to answer.

Ji Lianhuo can't decide whether to go back to Leng's house or not by himself.

Seeing that Wang Zhaomou didn't speak, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help panicking, pursed his lips, and raised his lips pretending to be relaxed, "I know, Brother Zhaomou said, this is my home."

The door of the house is always open to oneself.

"Yes." Wang Zhaomou nodded earnestly, and gave Ji Lianhuo an affirmative answer.

That night, as soon as Ji Dabao woke up, he heard his uncle say that he could meet Grandpa Leng next week, and he was immediately overjoyed. For a whole week, he even dreamed about meeting Grandpa Leng.

Besides, we've seen each other here, is it still far from returning to Leng's house?

When Ji Dabao was happy, he ate too much. He was looking forward to the weekend, and regardless of his unhealed butt, he put on his most handsome blue vest on the plaid shirt, and matched it with a small cotton shirt. Jeans are simply the prettiest kids on the street!

Ji Lianhuo looked at the excited Ji Dabao, his eyes darkened, he was wearing a casual sweater, and as soon as he went out, he saw Wang Zhaomou in a dark gray suit.

The Leng family was also afraid of Ji Lianhuo's vigor when they met last time, so they specially invited Wang Zhaomou. If something happened during the period, there was still someone who could persuade him.

Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou's well-tailored dark gray suit, elegant and refined, with eyes full of liking.

Wang Zhaomo straightened his shirt cuffs, and when he looked up, he saw Ji Dabao in special clothes, and Ji Lianhuo in everyday clothes.

The attitude of the two of them towards the Leng family is also distinct.

Smiling at the boy, Wang Zhaomou took the two of them into the car and drove to Leng's mansion.

In a week, the refurbishment project of the mansion has been completed. Compared with when Wang Zhaomou first met, it is a bit more luxurious. The door of the mansion is opened by the staff, and the car can drive in directly. Ji Dabao leans on the window of the car and looks at the mansion. The beautiful fountain in the vestibule and the manicured lawn made me feel satisfied.

See, this should be my living environment.

Elder Leng was supported by Leng Wanyin, stood in front of the mansion door, and came to greet him in person, while Leng Xiuming stood beside him, he had already been beaten by his grandfather in advance, and he was not allowed to speak unless necessary.

The car stopped steadily, and old man Leng's eyes lit up when he saw Ji Lianhuo get off the car quickly.

The three of them looked straight, and saw that Ji Lianhuo walked quickly to the other side of the car, opened the door, and protected the upper edge of the door with one hand, which was a standard posture for opening the door.

Wang Zhaomou was in the car, looked up at Ji Lianhuo quietly, the matter had come to an end, Wang Zhaomou glanced away, picked up Ji Dabao, and got off the Bentley.

Leng Wanyin looked at the situation in front of her, and raised her eyes to her father.Mr. Leng's eyes were slightly uncomfortable, but when he saw Ji Dabao in Wang Zhaomou's arms, he immediately relaxed his expression.

Leng Xiuming looked straight at the man in the gray suit, subconsciously adjusted his suit, and followed the man with his eyes.

"Grandpa!"

Before reaching the three of them, Ji Dabao couldn't wait to reach out his hand to Mr. Leng. When Mr. Leng saw that the child still remembered him, his eyes were filled with excitement, and he quickly greeted him.

Mr. Leng wanted to hug Ji Dabao, Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo, Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, and nodded slightly.

Wang Zhaomou handed Ji Dabao to Mr. Leng who was walking quickly. When Mr. Leng saw the little great-grandson, his heart almost melted.

"Dabao, do you still remember your great-grandfather?"

"Remember my great-grandfather." Ji Dabao blinked his dark eyes, and wrapped his two small hands around the neck of old man Leng, making the old man's eyes full of love.

"Come in quickly." Leng Wanyin saw a few people, she was also full of liking, she led the way, and led the three of them into the restaurant.

Ji Lianhuo followed Wang Zhaomou all the time, looking at everything around him vigilantly. In the huge restaurant, there were more than a dozen uniformly dressed staff members standing beside him with soothing light music accompaniment.

Ji Lianhuo frowned, and couldn't help following Wang Zhaomou even more closely.

Old Man Leng held Ji Dabao and sat at the main seat, and Leng Wanyin stood beside his father, signaling Ji Lianhuo to sit on the right side of Old Man Leng.

Ji Lianhuo took a step back in resistance, and looked at Wang Zhaomou.

Brother Zhaomou doesn't sit, and neither do I.

Seeing this, Mr. Leng looked at Wang Zhaomou with a smile, and pointed to the seat on his right, "Come on, Zhaomou sits here."

Wang Zhaomou looked helpless, thanked him politely, and sat next to Mr. Leng.

Ji Lianhuo followed Wang Zhaomou, sat next to Wang Zhaomou, and when he looked up, he found Leng Xiuming sitting opposite him.

Watching several people take their seats, Mr. Leng held Ji Dabao in his arms, and made a brief speech, thanking Wang Zhaomou for taking care of Ji Lian and Huo Ji Dabao. After Mr. Leng finished speaking, the pre-dinner appetizers were served, and each of them stood behind him. The staff can be requested at any time.

The temperature in the restaurant was not low. Just after finishing the appetizer, Leng Wanyin took off her shawl and handed it to the staff next to her.

Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou and found that Brother Zhaomou had also taken off his suit jacket. He immediately got up and left the table, and took Wang Zhaomou's suit jacket in front of the staff.

Seeing that the staff was about to come to take Zhaomou's coat away, Ji Lianhuo seemed to be holding a baby, avoiding the staff, and quickly put Wang Zhaomou's suit jacket on the odor-proof plastic, sorted it out, hung it up and moved it Coat hanger.

Several people at the table looked at Wang Zhaomou, but Wang Zhaomou was silent, not knowing how to speak.

"Grandpa."

Watching his uncle go away, Ji Dabao raised his head to look at Mr. Leng in aggrieved manner, raised his hand to rub his buttocks, and pursed his mouth.

"Hit me."

Thinking of the way Ji Dabao was beaten that day, Mr. Leng had a distressed expression on his face, "Will we still beat you after we leave?"

"Still playing woo woo woo." Ji Dabao recalled what happened that day, and couldn't help feeling sad, "There was also a first half and a second half, with a meal and rest in between."

Old Man Leng frowned, and looked at his great-grandson pityingly. The more Ji Dabao thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he quietly tore off the hem of his trousers, "It's not all right now."

Old Master Leng looked down and saw the slap marks on the little great-grandson's body. After so many days, the marks were still there, which shows how hard he was beaten before.