After the scumbag awakens

The butler waved his hands again and again, saying that the young master was too polite, and then led him to the warehouse where the congratulatory gifts were stored.

Because the source is unknown, the congratulatory gift has not been put away, but placed on the table alone.

Qi Ran recognized the familiar handwriting on it at a glance.

He walked forward a few steps in silence, and suddenly picked up the letterhead left on the gift, his eyes were cold and full of anger, Rong Ziyan could even feel his hands trembling.

He had never seen Qi Ran lose control of his emotions like this.

Is it because of a congratulatory gift from Qi Chen?

Rong Ziyan's heart was serious, and he looked down at the sentence——

"Thank you for taking care of Jiaojiao over the years."

Qi Ran stared blankly, and suddenly pressed the whole paper into his palm and crumpled it into a ball. The hard edges and corners caused slight pain to his fingers, but it aroused his anger even more.

Why did Qi Chen say this?

When he left that year, he was no longer his elder brother. He had nothing to do with the Qi family, let alone him. How could he still dare to say that he was his family and dare to use such a tone? ?What qualifications does he have?

The surrounding atmosphere was tense, the servant was silent, and the steward saw that his expression was really bad, so he said cautiously, "How about I return this thing?"

Qi Ran closed his eyes and suppressed his anger, "Since it's a gift for Grandpa Huo, let's keep it."

He pushed open the door and strode out.

It was dark at night, but the courtyard was brightly lit.

Qi Ran took big strides, his pace was very fast, Rong Ziyan was one step too late and couldn't catch up.

His expression was solemn, and he felt a rare uneasiness because of Qi Chen, which made him unable to hold back the usual smile on his face.

On the other side, Qi Ran was blown calmer by the wind.

He stopped in front of a bamboo forest and heard the phone ring.

It was 5 minutes ago.

[I heard that today is Mr. Huo's [-]th birthday, so I gave him a congratulatory gift to express my gratitude. 】

Qi Chen sent him messages every day these days, but he never clicked on them, and occasionally he just crossed them indifferently when he saw them, but today he might have been dazed by anger, so he made a phone call.

"Jiaojiao?" The call was connected immediately.

Qi Ran asked coldly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Qi Chen was taken aback for a moment, and after a while Qi Ran heard his deep voice, "Master Huo has helped you a lot these years, I just want to thank him, nothing else."

"What qualifications do you have to thank him?" Qi Ran sneered, with a completely cold tone, "Qi Chen, Grandpa Huo is my relative, does he have anything to do with you?"

"Jiaojiao, I—"

Qi Ran interrupted him mercilessly, "Why do you have that name?"

Qi Chen couldn't help but fell silent.

He closed his eyes, tightened his thin lips, and then loosened them palely, "I'm sorry, I won't do this again without your permission next time."

Qi Ran hung up the phone directly.

The shadow of the moon falling from the gap between the bamboo leaves slanted and mottled on his face, he rubbed the tiger's mouth, and subconsciously touched the cigarette from his pocket——

But felt empty.

It was only then that Qi Ran remembered that he had deliberately not brought cigarettes when he came to the old man's birthday banquet today.

But the irritability at this time really made him a little unbearable.

Qi Ran turned his face to the side and called out into the darkness, "Ziyan."

Rong Ziyan came out from behind the wall. They had been friends for many years. Qi Ran could understand with just one look. He took out the cigarette case from his suit pocket, smoked one and handed it to his lips.

Qi Ran opened his mouth and bit it.

A section of white was swallowed between the beautiful lips.

Rong Ziyan paused for a moment, changed the direction of his hand on the lighter gear, lowered his eyes and smoked another cigarette.

With a click, he lit the fire and approached him.

The scarlet fire light shone on the man's face, flickering and flickering, ups and downs.

Qi Ran seemed to see something in his eyes.

But in the next moment, the lingering gray-white smoke covered those eyes.

The smell of nicotine drained his spirits.

It took Qi Ran a cigarette to completely calm down before noticing the quietly burning cigarette between Rong Ziyan's fingers, "Why do you smoke too?"

He knew that Rong Ziyan didn't like smoking.

Rong Ziyan smiled at him, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, "Will you accompany me?" He didn't ask much about the matter just now, "Do you want to go back?"

Qi Ran patted him on the shoulder, "Go."

When they went back, Mr. Huo had just appeared on the stage. The old man was in good health and spoke a few words on the stage with piercing eyes. After listening for a while, he suddenly smelled a very faint, familiar cedar fragrance.

His heart moved slightly, and his ears suddenly felt hot.

"Where have you been?" The man lowered his voice.

Qi Ran held his hand back, "Uncle He."

He Yuanzhang glanced lightly at Rong Ziyan who was beside him, and gently inserted his fingers into his, "Grandpa was looking for you just now."

Qi Ran turned his face sideways, "What's wrong?"

He Yuanzhang whispered in his ear, "He wanted to pull you on stage together on a whim, but I persuaded him. I know you don't like this kind of scene."

Qi Ran smiled, and stroked his little finger across his palm, "Uncle He still understands me."

They whispered as if no one was there, as if they had forgotten that there was someone standing beside them, Rong Ziyan's face darkened, and he happened to meet He Yuanzhang's eyes.

It was extremely flat, as if there was no one there.

Rong Ziyan was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

This person surnamed He can only look for a sense of superiority in him, and I have never seen him dare to stop Qi Ran from seeing any lover...

He sneered silently at the man, and when Qi Ran turned his head around, the expression on his face was completely restrained again, the same as usual.

After the banquet, it was getting late, the old man wanted to stay Qiran at Huo's house for one night.

Although he doesn't live often, he has his own room in Huo's house, so Qi Ran naturally didn't shirk it. After he played a game of chess with the old man, it was already early morning.

The old man loves to play chess with him the most, and he wanted to play chess with high spirits, but he was persuaded by Qi Ran and the housekeeper to take a rest, and he had to make an appointment to come back tomorrow.

Only then did Qi Ran return to his room.

The wall lamp by the bed was on.

The dim light fell on the man's face, adding to the bookish look on his body. He rubbed the pages of the book with one hand, and raised his head when he heard the sound.

"You're back." He Yuanzhang smiled at him.

Qi Ran blinked, the corners of his lips raised slightly, but he looked puzzled, "Why is Uncle He here with me? Did you go to the wrong room?"

Although the old man was eager to be a matchmaker, he didn't know that the two had had a relationship long ago, and the rooms they arranged were also separated, one on the second floor and one on the third floor, so it was impossible to go wrong.

But He Yuanzhang looked at him for a while, then closed the book in his hand and got out of bed, "It's not wrong."

Qi Ran gave a meaningful oh, and leaned against the door leisurely.

His peach blossom eyes flashed with a smile, "But this is my room, Uncle He, what's your intention?"

He Yuanzhang lowered his head and bit his lip, "Bad intentions, are you afraid?"

Qi Ran didn't hesitate, and smiled and winked at him.

The man tightened his arms and hugged him tightly.

Just like him, He Yuanzhang's movements were not slow or slow, and the kisses fell down delicately, engulfing people's breath, and without stopping for a moment, they meandered all the way down the neck.

When the two were lying on the bed, Qi Ran suddenly thought of something, and smiled very maliciously, "Uncle He, it seems that the sound insulation here is not very good."

He Yuanzhang frowned helplessly, bit his Adam's apple and rubbed it.

Qi Ran exclaimed, and his lips were blocked by He Yuanzhang again.

He smiled softly, "Jiaojiao, keep your voice down."

Qi Ran glared at the wicked one, and stretched out his hands to strangle his vitals, not to be outdone.

The old man was thinking about playing chess, so he got up early the next morning. The butler asked the servants to prepare breakfast. Seeing that it was past 09:30, the old man who had been wandering around for a long time was going to have the cheek to see if Qi Ran had woken up.

He had just arrived on the second floor when he saw his own child coming out of Qi Ran's room in disheveled clothes.

Mr. Huo's eyes widened in shock.

He Yuanzhang paused, feeling inexplicably caught in puppy love, he quietly closed the door, straightened his collar and walked over, "Grandpa."

He lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

Mr. Huo looked at him, then at the door of Qiran's room, suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, and said excitedly, "You can do it, you finally listened to my words!"

He Yuanzhang smiled and shook his head, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb him to rest."

Mr. Huo is used to his grandson turning his elbows outward, so he was not surprised. He rubbed his hands and asked happily, "So this year, can you bring Xiaoran to celebrate the New Year with me?"

He Yuanzhang shook his head, "Grandpa, didn't we agree not to mention this again?"

Mr. Huo was dumbfounded.

He came to his senses, looked He Yuanzhang up and down several times, saw that his collar was tightly covered and could not see any traces, and asked in surprise, "You don't think nothing happened all night, right?"

He Yuanzhang didn't speak.

The concept of the older generation is relatively traditional, it is not easy for him to talk to him, and he does not want to tell him about his and Qi Ran's private affairs.

But this is a completely different explanation in the eyes of Mr. Huo, "Is there something wrong with you kid?" He shouted, and suddenly realized that his voice lowered, "I know some old military doctors. When will I introduce it to you? I want to resolve this matter as soon as possible..."

He Yuanzhang couldn't laugh or cry, "I have no problem, grandpa, don't worry about it."

Mr. Huo looked at him suspiciously, not quite believing it, "You don't need to hide it from me, just go and see if you have any problems, you are still young and can be cured..."

As he was speaking, the door suddenly opened.

The old man's voice stopped suddenly, and he looked towards the door.

Qi Ran came out wearing a shirt, he smiled at the two of them, as if he didn't hear what Mr. Huo said just now, and said good morning.

But Mr. Huo felt embarrassed thinking about it, and forgot to ask him to play chess for a while, so he quickly found an excuse and slipped away, "Lao Li came to me just now, I'll go down and have a look first."

That pace was so fast that he didn't look like an old man at all.

Qi Ran withdrew his gaze and laughed teasingly, "Uncle He, when are you going to see a doctor?"

He Yuanzhang pinched his earlobe helplessly, "Who am I doing this for?"

Qi Ran didn't admit it, "I told you to go back by yourself, who told you not to get up early."

Look, this is so confident, as if he wasn't the one who hugged him as a pillow this morning and never let go.

He Yuanzhang laughed angrily, and pressed his palm on his chest.

Qi Ran said nothing, "What are you doing?"

He Yuanzhang rubbed it lightly, and said amusedly, "Try to see if you have a conscience."

The author says:

Qi Jiaojiao: You have no conscience!

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