Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Ji Lianhuo put away Wang Zhaomou's clothes and returned to the dining table. Ji Dabao quickly pulled up his trousers and sat obediently in the arms of Mr. Leng, like a fat baby in a New Year painting.

The old man Leng looked at Ji Lianhuo and hesitated to speak. Thinking about Ji Lianhuo's hard work to pull Ji Dabao for so long, no one is more qualified to educate Ji Dabao than him, but he still didn't speak.

Exquisite meals were served one after another, and there were also supplementary foods specially made for Ji Dabao, one dish after another.

In front of the adults there was herb salmon, and Ji Dabao served a small plate of steamed salmon in front of him; when the adults ate beef stew, there was beef and vegetable puree in front of Ji Dabao. In short, what adults can eat, children are not left behind.

Ji Dabao ate deliciously, and Mr. Leng couldn't help eating more when he saw how delicious the little great-grandson's food was.

A dish of baked prawn tails with egg yolk was served, and Leng Wanyin picked one up on her plate, and the staff next to her immediately put on disposable gloves and stepped forward to peel off the shell, leaving the whole prawn meat on the plate.

Ji Lianhuo glanced at the shrimp tails, turned around and asked the staff for disposable gloves, carefully peeled off a few, placed them on the plate in Wang Zhaomou's hand, and arranged the shrimp meat into a flower.

Seeing this, Leng Wanyin couldn't help raising her hand to cover her lips, turned her head and coughed twice.

Wang Zhaomou glanced at the flowers carefully arranged by Ji Lianhuo on the plate, and in the eyes of Leng's family, he really couldn't move his chopsticks.

"Brother Zhaomou, did I not peel it off?" Ji Lianhuo approached Wang Zhaomou and asked in a low voice.

"This shrimp tail is a bit different from the shrimp. I seem to have stuck the egg yolk on the disposable glove. Is it not delicious?"

No one spoke at the table, and the music was indeed soft. Even though Ji Lianhuo lowered his voice, the others could still hear him clearly.

Wang Zhaomou glanced at the Leng family who pretended not to hear Ji Lianhuo's voice on the table, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Ji Lianhuo.

"Lian Huo, you eat your own."

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, with some difficulty in his eyes, "Brother Zhaomou, is it because I didn't peel well, can I try again?"

Wang Zhaomou glanced at Leng's family, quickly picked up a lobster meat that Ji Lianhuo had peeled, and put it in his mouth.

Old Man Leng looked at Ji Lianhuo, who was full of joy, and Wang Zhaomou, who was quietly eating shrimp tails, his eyes were meaningful.

Leng Xiuming sat opposite Ji Lianhuo, watching the scene in front of him, and vaguely realized something.

Last time when I questioned Ji Lianhuo about the posts in the forum, Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou, turned his eyes, and said that he had posted it himself.

Now it seems that Ji Lianhuo didn't know who posted the post at first, he only knew that Panlongyu was in Wang Zhaomou's hands, but after reading the content of the post, Ji Lianhuo was still willing to take the blame.

Leng Xiuming couldn't help but wonder, does this mean that Ji Lianhuo's feelings for his benefactor are so strong that even if the benefactor gives away his precious things, even if the benefactor has a young lover, he is willing to take the blame for his benefactor?

From another point of view, Ji Lianhuo seems to know nothing about Wang Zhaomou's relationship status, and he has no right to dictate Wang Zhaomou's feelings. Now he just wants to give everything to Wang Zhaomou, and he is eager for the other party to look back once. Praise, he is satisfied.

But according to his own understanding of Wang Zhaomou, what he prefers is an evenly matched relationship and a challenging intimate relationship, which means that it is very possible that he only loves Ji Lianhuo.

It's like picking up a stray puppy on the street. He may provide the puppy with all material care, play with it and coax it to eat, but he will never lower himself, lose his reason, and give him true love.

Leng Xiuming cut off a piece of red beef stew with a dining knife, put it in his mouth, looked up at Wang Zhaomou who was concentrating on eating, saw his slender fingers holding the knife, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

Compared with Ji Lianhuo, I and him are the same kind of people.

Leng Xiuming raised his head and fixed his eyes on Wang Zhaomou. Before coming to China, he had never seen anyone like him.

As soon as Ji Lianhuo raised his head, he saw Leng Xiuming on the opposite side, looking at his side.

As soon as Leng Xiuming took a mouthful of red beef stew, he suddenly felt that his feet were firmly stepped on by something, and they continued to be crushed hard and slowly.

Leng Xiuming tried his best to keep quiet, and looked at the opposite side with a painful expression. He saw Ji Lianhuo eating T-bone steak expressionlessly, and the knife was slowly cutting on the beef, just like the frequency of his own feet.

The medium-rare steak was dark red with a little blood. Ji Lianhuo picked up the cut beef with a fork and slowly admired it before his eyes. Then he put the beef in his mouth and watched Leng Xiuming chew slowly.

Ji Lianhuo's eyes were dark and heavy, full of wildness, like a lone wolf, tearing and swallowing the flesh and blood of its prey with its sharp teeth. , the veins on the forehead are about to burst,

The atmosphere on the table was a bit dignified. Seeing that the dishes were almost eaten, Mr. Leng put down the tableware in his hand, looked at Wang Zhaomou, and wanted to raise some topics.

"Zhaomou, how old are you this year?"

Suddenly there was a voice on the table, still asking Zhaozhao.

Ji Lianhuo put away his feet quietly, and looked at the people around him with clear eyes.

Leng Xiuming took a deep breath, and quickly put his feet away, as if being run over by a car. Leng Xiuming frowned, because of the severe pain, his breathing was a little unsteady.

Hearing Mr. Leng asking himself, Wang Zhaomou put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, and responded politely to the elder.

"Grandpa Leng, I am 25 years old."

"Six years older than Lianhuo?" Mr. Leng naturally brought the topic to Ji Lianhuo.

"Yes." Wang Zhaomou smiled.

"I heard from them that there is a generation gap at three years old, and a generation gap at five years old." Mr. Leng joked, "Lian Huo's lifestyle may be very different from yours back then."

Hearing the words "gap" and "generation gap", Ji Lianhuo couldn't help pursing his lips tightly, and the next moment he heard Brother Zhaomou speak with a smile.

"Lian Huo and I are fine too."

Ji Lianhuo instantly raised his ears, raised his hand and dragged the chair he was sitting on, and sneaked closer to Wang Zhaomou.

"I also have a younger brother, you met that day, he is the same age as Ji Lianhuo, but there is a generation gap with me." Wang Zhaomou understood the intention of the old man Leng, and cooperated with the old man to enliven the atmosphere.

"Why is there a generation gap?" Mr. Leng became interested.

"For example, he said his name is 'Chang Can, Sky Shadow Blood Moon, Purple Cloud Storm'." Wang Zhaomou said with a smile, "And he dyed his hair green."

When Mr. Leng heard this, he couldn't help but smile heartily, and Leng Wanyin beside him also put down the tableware and looked at Wang Zhaomou with great interest.

"In comparison, Lianhuo made me feel more at ease." Wang Zhaomou turned his head to look at Ji Lianhuo, but found that the boy had moved his chair at some point, and now he was sitting very close to him.

Hearing Wang Zhaomou's praise of himself, Ji Lianhuo bowed his head in embarrassment. How can he not worry about it, brother Zhaomou who obviously hurt him went to school.

"Zhaomou, you taught Lian Huo well." Mr. Leng smiled, "I heard that Lian Huo got the top score in science in Wenjiang Province, and it's all thanks to you."

"I teach Lian Huo less, but Lian Huo is diligent and eager to learn." Wang Zhaomou responded to Mr. Leng, "I just provided the environment for Lian Huo, and the rest is up to him."

"Not only in study, but also in life." Mr. Leng looked at the baked shrimp tail with egg yolk teasingly. Wang Zhaomou smiled embarrassedly and kept quiet.

"Brother Zhaomou didn't teach me this." Ji Lianhuo looked at old man Leng bluntly, "I wanted to do this myself, if you are dissatisfied with me, you can tell me directly, don't beat Brother Zhaomou secretly. "

Hearing Ji Lianhuo's words, Mr. Leng waved his hands again and again, with a smile on his face, "It's because I didn't speak clearly, and I'm not dissatisfied with you."

Seeing this, Leng Wanyin quickly explained, "It's just a joke, don't mind Lian Huo, my father often jokes with us, there is no malice."

Leng Xiuming looked at the scene in front of him and frowned. On the one hand, his feet still hurt, and on the other hand, it was the first time he saw his grandfather and aunt so cautiously.

The atmosphere at the dining table became a bit dignified again, Ji Dabao was [-]% full after eating, remembering the painful experience of vomiting and diarrhea before, he reluctantly refused other delicacies.

Seeing the strange atmosphere on the table, Ji Dabao rolled his eyes and looked at Leng Wanyin tenderly.

"Beautiful big sister, who are you?"

Of course, I know you are my aunt.

Ji Dabao's address greatly pleased Leng Wanyin, looking at the round cub in front of her, Leng Wanyin couldn't help but smile, "I'm your father's aunt."

"Daddy's aunt..." Ji Dabao pretended to count with his little finger, then pouted helplessly and looked at Mr. Leng.

"Grandpa, I have to go to the front of the supermarket and take a ride on the rocking car."

When Mr. Leng heard this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, Leng Wanyin was also trembling with laughter, and even Ji Lianhuo's expression relaxed a little.

"What are you going to sit in front of the supermarket? Grandpa will buy you some to play with?" Mr. Leng loves his little great-grandson very much, not only because he is the only blood left by Leng Yaoming, but also because the two You can have such a cleverness at the age of [-], whoever you want will not love you.

"Thank you, grandpa." Ji Dabao clapped his hands happily, and did not forget to fight for his uncle.

"Grandfather, can you buy a few for Baba, Baba has never sat before."

After speaking, Ji Dabao looked at Ji Lianhuo, blinking his eyes.

Look, uncle, am I good to you?

Wang Zhaomou raised his eyebrows, and saw in Ji Dabao's eyes the similar emotion of "I still love you if you hit me, go ashamed and stinky".

"Lianhuo." Upon hearing this, Old Man Leng immediately looked up at Ji Lianhuo, "Have you taken the driver's license test yet?"

Ji Lianhuo looked indifferently, "Brother Zhaomou taught me how to drive, and even gave me a car."

I don't need you.

Wang Zhaomou silently glanced at Ji Lianhuo.

Are you sure it's the car I taught you?

"If something happens, one car isn't enough." Leng Wanyin smiled, "I've been thinking about it every year, to make up for your birthday present, does Lian Huo have a favorite model? ?”

Leng Xiuming also looked at Ji Lianhuo when he heard the words. He thought that according to Ji Lianhuo's attitude, he would resolutely refuse, but he never expected that the other party really thought about it for a while, and then looked up at Leng Wanyin.

"I want the best, do you have it?"

"Yes! Of course!" Leng Wanyin became excited instantly, like a drowning person grabbing a straw.

Ever since she knew that her two nephews were not dead, Leng Wanyin couldn't sleep at night, and when she closed her eyes, she was her younger siblings, questioning herself, she said back then that she wanted to treat Yao Ming and Yao Xing as her own children, but now they are being tortured outside. After suffering for more than ten years, how did I become an aunt!

Especially after knowing Yao Ming's unfortunate death, this kind of guilt almost reached its peak, and Leng Wanyin felt that she was surrounded by endless guilt and pain all day long.

I really want to do something for Yaoxing and Yaoming's children, but now Leng Yaoxing, that is, Ji Lianhuo, is hostile to the Leng family, like a thick city wall erected in front of him, no matter how hard he tries, I can't climb over it either.

Now this city wall has finally penetrated a crack, and I have to achieve it no matter what!

"Lianhuo, is there anything else you need?" Mr. Leng looked at Ji Lianhuo kindly, "Just say it, I will do my best."

"No." Ji Lianhuo looked at the old man coldly.

Mr. Leng was a little disappointed, but he still managed to put a business card into Ji Dabao's pocket.

"Lian Huo, this is my private contact information. The phone is always on at any time. If you want anything, you can tell me directly."

Wang Zhaomou silently looked at Leng's family, desperately trying to compensate Ji Lianhuo with material goods. This point is undoubtedly extremely beneficial to Ji Lianhuo.

After the meal was over, it was getting late, old man Leng reluctantly returned Ji Dabao to Ji Lianhuo, Ji Dabao also looked reluctant to part with his grandfather, and waved his hands at old man Leng.

"Dabao, next time you come, grandpa will take you on a ride in a rocking car." Looking at the little great-grandson, Mr. Leng's eyes are full of love, coupled with his burly figure, he has a tough and tender appearance.

"Lian Huo, I will definitely get the car as soon as possible." Leng Wanyin was in high spirits, "I'll call you, remember to pick up the car."

Ji Lianhuo nodded, and after watching Wang Zhaomou say goodbye to Leng's family politely, he held Ji Dabao in one hand, walked ahead quickly, and helped Wang Zhaomou open the car door.

After this trip, Wang Zhaomou's psychological quality has reached a new level.

In front of the Leng family, let the grandson of the Leng family serve him.

Wang Zhaomou sighed secretly, got into the car, and when he looked at Leng's family, he found that Leng Xiuming shook his phone at him.

Wang Zhaomou took out his mobile phone and found a new unread message.

Wang Zhaomou pressed "Open", and a line of words appeared on the screen.

[Has anyone ever said that your eyes are beautiful? 】

Wang Zhaomou paused, then pressed "Back" in silence.

Ji Lianhuo got into the car with Ji Dabao in his arms, and at a glance he noticed that Wang Zhaomou's expression seemed a bit dignified.

"Brother Zhaomou, what's the matter?" Ji Lianhuo subconsciously felt a little uneasy, did he do something during this meeting that made Brother Zhaomou unhappy?

"Let's go back and talk about it." Wang Zhaomou looked ahead and realized that he had been unknowingly drawn into the vortex.

Watching the black Bentley leave, Mr. Leng led a few people into the mansion. When Leng Wanyin turned her head, she saw that Leng Xiuming was walking in a strange posture, limping, as if he had encountered some accident.

"What's wrong with you?" Leng Wanyin looked curious, when she came out before, she didn't see any difference in Leng Xiuming's walking posture.

Leng Xiuming smiled embarrassedly, and raised his hand to stroke back his fluffy slightly curly hair, "I accidentally bumped my little toe."

"Really?" Mr. Leng looked at his eldest grandson with deep meaning in his eyes.

"Isn't it, what should I not see?"