Chu Dongshan went back by himself, and he asked someone to escort Li Jue away.
But he didn't expect that when he entered the house, Li Jue was already standing in his living room, his thin body being held on the left and right by two people, like they were interrogating a prisoner.
Chu Dongshan's expression darkened instantly, and he rushed in without even changing his shoes: "Xiaojue!"
Li Jue shouted blankly: "Second Young Master..."
Chu Dongshan kicked the two servants away and pulled the child to him: "Did they attack you?"
Li Jue shook his head slightly.
Chu Dongshan's tense nerves finally relaxed.
"Second Young Master, you hurt me." Li Jue's eyelashes trembled fragilely.
"Sorry." Chu Dongshan eased his grip, but he was reluctant to let go. The touch in his palm was smooth and delicate, better than any jade he had ever touched. He couldn't help stroking it twice and said softly, "I'll take you home first."
Li Jue wanted to say something but stopped, with crystal tears welling up in her eyes.
"It's okay, I can handle my family myself." Chu Dongshan was so soft-hearted.
The old man sat on the sofa and watched for a long time. He couldn't bear it anymore and knocked his cane: "Pull them apart! Pull them apart!"
For a moment, a live broadcast of a couple breaking up was played out under the chandelier.
The little one cried, the big one roared, it was a mess.
When Chu Dongshan was young, he was the most famous second-generation rich in Xicheng. He played whatever was fun. Two years ago, he fell in love with a boy in the hot spring villa. In the end, he cried and bled, and became a joke. He thought he would be depressed for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect to meet a little white flower at the beginning of this year. At his age, he has experienced everything, so it is easy for him to fall for a simple and innocent child.
Chu Dongshan feels that after having experienced betrayal and degradation, he is not worthy of a pure relationship now. He does not ask for long-lasting love or mutual affection, but only wants his children to be safe.
Now he is not even allowed to fulfill his wish, as people come one after another to interfere.
Chu Dongshan was no match for four hands with his two fists, and he didn't even have a gun with him, so he had to catch Li Jue. He defeated one wave of enemies after another, and his offensive gradually weakened.
Li Jue was forcibly pulled away from him and staggered to the ground.
"Second Young Master!" Li Jue was frightened.
Chu Dongshan was pressed down and couldn't get out of it. His eyes turned red. "Dad, what do you want to do by doing this in the middle of the night?"
"What?" The old man's blood pressure rose. "You should ask yourself this."
Chu Dongshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Explain it more clearly."
"Explain it clearly? Even your father doesn't understand this matter!" The old man stood up with his cane. "Last year, you didn't even say hello and directly brought your little boyfriend home, causing chaos at home. I told him that the boy was dishonest, but you didn't listen. You said you were serious, but you have never been that serious in your life. You even threatened to be with him forever."
The old man stabbed his youngest son in the back, and every word was like a knife, piercing his most painful place. Without destruction, there is no construction, and the old man still had hope for his youngest son.
"As a result, not long after, you found out that he had been cheating on you for a year. The news spread, and the company's stock price fell. You didn't care how many all-nighters Big Brother pulled. You became decadent, drank, raced, and played around. If I hadn't locked you up, you would have even run into drugs!"
The old man's stern attitude was a little tired: "You are doing the same thing again this year, Dongshan, why can't you learn from your elder brother and be down-to-earth in life and work!"
Chu Dongshan sneered, "Why should I learn from him? Isn't it enough for the Chu family to have him as a chess piece?"
The old man's hand holding the cane was shaking, and he swung the cane over: "Asshole!"
Chu Dongshan was hit hard on the back. He straightened his back and said with a sarcastic look on his face, "You are the one who decides on my brother's studies, work, and marriage. You even decide on the number of his offspring..."
The following words were replaced by a muffled groan.
The old man had been a soldier when he was young. Although his body was failing, his spirit was still there. He swung his cane several times until his youngest son's back was bent. "I shouldn't have listened to your eldest brother and given you freedom. You've been free for so many years, but you've achieved nothing except the title of West City's playboy!"
Chu Dongshan did not show any embarrassment nor did he explode. He picked up his messy hair and pulled it back. His handsome and free-spirited face was full of calmness: "You said it very smoothly. You must have kept it in your heart for a long time. Finally, you have the opportunity to pour it out. Big brother is your pride, I,"
He pointed at himself, "Your shame."
The old man was so angry that his face turned green. At this juncture, Chu Dongshan asked, "Dad, can you tell me who mentioned Xiaojue to you?"
"You still haven't realized the point. You didn't hit him hard enough." The old man yelled at the bodyguard who was holding his youngest son, "Pin him down and kill him!"
As he spoke, he waved his cane again.
Li Jue, who was sitting on the ground, burst into tears: "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting the Second Young Master!"
He crawled over and tried to pull the bodyguard away, but he couldn't. He cried and begged, kowtowed to the old man: "Please, please don't hit the second young master, it's all my fault, it's my fault alone, hit me, hit me, please..."
The sound of "dong dong dong" was heard more frequently in the living room.
The old man was about to have a heart attack because of the noise, and he hit his youngest son hard with his cane.
A fishy and sweet taste surged up Chu Dongshan's throat. He knelt on one knee with his back covered in blood.
Li Jue rushed to Chu Dongshan with his hands and feet. He stammered with tears on his lips. He was so scared that he asked in tears, "Second Young Master... Second Young Master, how are you?"
Chu Dongshan gently wiped the blood from the child's forehead. His eyes were red and his heart hurt as if it was hit by something huge.
The old man was angry and regretful. He should have taught his youngest son a lesson in the study, not in the living room, in front of the thing that was going to harm the Chu family. He beat them both together. They turned into a lump of mud.
The old man waved his hand, and the bodyguard forcibly took Li Jue away from the living room.
"Let him go!" Chu Dongshan's eyes were bloodshot.
A piece of information was thrown at him, blocking his view. When he looked again, the child was gone and his crying could no longer be heard.
All he heard was his father's voice from above his head: "Here is your fiancée's information. You will be engaged next month."
Chu Dongshan supported himself on the ground, slowly stood up, and said arrogantly: "Dad, you are getting old and confused. I am a homosexual and I can't sleep with women."
The old man was so angry with his youngest son that he calmed down: "If you can't even provide sperm, then get out of the Chu family."
Chu Dongshan walked towards the direction where the child was taken away.
"Without the money and power given to you by the Chu family, you can't even find a decent job. How can he still be with you?" The old man's voice sounded from behind.
Chu Dongshan coughed and laughed: "Don't talk about whether to follow or not, Xiaojue only treats me as a friend."
The old man's eyelids twitched. According to his investigation, his youngest son picked up the garbage at the beach at the beginning of the year, and several months have passed, but he hasn't touched it yet.
This is deeper than when planting the small pear tree.
Chu Dongshan had only taken a few steps when he realized something was wrong. Before he could react, he was hit on the head with a cane and knocked unconscious.
The old man took a few breaths and asked the servants to take his youngest son away and lock him up. He drank half a cup of herbal tea in the living room before going to the reception room on the first floor.
Li Jue sat on the chair, counting his fingers, his eyes dull and his face pale.
The door was opened and Li Jue turned his head quickly.
"My son didn't come." The old man came in, tapping his cane, "Put away your tears."
Li Jue wiped the tears off his face with the back of his hand. He stood up, clenched his hands and said, "Grandpa, you misunderstood. The Second Young Master and I are not..."
"Who is your grandpa?" The old man had no good feelings towards this weak boy. He was most annoyed by crybaby juniors. "Calling you like this when you first meet is polite if you put it nicely, but shameless if you put it bluntly."
Li Jue's lips trembled, and he was too embarrassed to make a sound. He just shed silent tears of grievance.
Lines of tears gathered on his white chin and fell down one by one.
Like a night-blooming cereus in the wind and rain.
The old man picked up his cane and knocked it down hard: "Is this the way you approach my son?"
Li Jue kept shaking his head: "No... I didn't... I really didn't..."
He smiled bitterly: "Second Young Master is my savior."
"Then I really don't agree with your way of repaying your savior." The old man had spent too much energy tonight and was tired. He didn't want to say more, "Get out of West City."
Li Jue didn't move.
The old man snorted coldly: "Why, have you watched too much TV drama? Are you waiting for me to write a check and throw it in your face?"
Li Jue's face felt hot, as if the place where Jiao Bai had slapped him twice was beginning to hurt again. He swayed unsteadily, digging his nails into his palms, lowered his head and bowed: "Grandpa Chu, calm down. It's not worth getting so angry because of me. I will leave."
"I just want to see the Second Young Master. I want to know if he is seriously injured." Li Jue prayed cautiously.
"You don't have to worry about that. I'll have someone take care of my son's health." The old man said, "If you have that much time, you might as well stay with your grandmother and stop doing shady things all day long."
The blood in Li Jue's body rushed to his cheeks and then dissipated in an instant. He stood up slowly with a pale face, and walked out with floating steps, muttering to himself: "I was sponsored by the Qi family and had the opportunity to go to Nancheng No. 3 Middle School. I want to live a good life in Nancheng, and I will study hard."
"Later, the Qi family fell into bankruptcy, and I started working. During that time, I was involved in a kidnapping case. I had my eldest brother, and even though the environment was difficult and I was powerless, my eldest brother still took good care of me and thought of me in everything."
"But..." Li Jue's eyes were red and dry, and not a single tear could fall. "My second brother, whom I tried so hard to get close to, pushed me off the boat and told me that my eldest brother was not mine. I was just an imposter who used someone else's identity."
"Later, the neighbor brother I grew up with cheated me. He teamed up with others to make me a joke. The person I liked hated me to death... What did I do wrong?"
"Your existence is a mistake." The old man's voice rang out in the reception room.
Li Jue was stunned: "Is existence a mistake..."
Why.
How can my existence be wrong? I would feel sad for days even if I killed a chicken during festivals. I couldn't sleep because of my guilty conscience. How can I not exist? I have never harmed anyone.
Li Jue returned to South City in a daze. On the way, he received a call from the hospital saying that his grandmother was critically ill. He stood on the street at a loss.
The raindrops fell on his eyes and he shrank back, like a child awakened from a nightmare, and ran towards the hospital in panic and helplessness.
After falling down, covered in mud and with severe pain in his knees, Li Jue got up in a daze and continued running.
When Li Jue arrived at the hospital, it was still raining and the sky was dark. He stumbled to the door of the ward, his face and body wet.
The doctor on duty in the ward saw him, strode out and asked him why he didn't hold an umbrella and whether he had fallen.
"My grandma..." Li Jue didn't have the face to go in. He didn't dare. He was also afraid that his grandma would be filled with death. He was absent-minded when he came to the hospital recently. His grandma must have sensed that she was about to die. He grabbed the doctor's white coat, his delicate features filled with fear and anxiety, "Save my grandma..."
The doctor sighed: "If the operation is to be performed, the preparation will take a while, the cost is too high, and the success rate is not high. Even if the operation is successful, the old man will..."
"My grandma is the only relative I have." Li Jue couldn't stand and fell into the doctor's arms. He had a fever and his whole body was burning. He repeated those words over and over again.
The doctor hugged the person in his arms awkwardly. At the end of last year, the patient's bedsores worsened and his family was not around. The nurse felt it was too much to do the job alone and quit, so he needed to find a new nurse. The doctor couldn't contact the boy, so he paid for the nurse.
The doctor hasn't mentioned this matter since the beginning of the year.
The doctor's family is average, and this time the patient's expenses are beyond his ability, so he can't help and feels sorry for the boy.
Li Jue left with a sentence "I will bring money back" and ran away. He went to the place in South City where he could make money the fastest.
--Di Ye.
At this time, the employees of "Deye" were either lying half-dead on the guests' beds, or sleeping in the dormitories with their bodies wrapped in quilts and soaked in desire. There were two security guards at the door.
Li Jue's feet were rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch. He huddled in the corner, clutching his cell phone tightly, biting the back of his hand with his teeth, with hesitation in his eyes.
After a while, Li Jue raised his head and dialed a number engraved in his heart: "Shen Er'an, please save me..."
Shen Er'an was praying for his mother's soul in a temple. When he saw the strange phone call, he subconsciously answered it.
The voice coming from the phone was not the one he expected.
"Shen Er'an..." The voice was timid and small, like the last spark in the snowstorm, "I'm sorry, I did that to you. I was impulsive and bewildered. I deserve to die."
“Please take revenge on me. I will give you my whole life, okay? I am willing to do anything as long as you help me. Give me one million... No, no, no, five hundred thousand will be fine... No, five hundred thousand is not enough. Give me a little more and I will let you do whatever you want with me... My grandma is dying, please..." Li Jue was incoherent. He thought his tears had dried up in the Chu family, but now they were flowing again.
Shen Er'an's stomach twitched, and he felt like vomiting because of something disgusting, but he didn't press the hang-up button. He heard his own strange and cold voice: "Whatever, are you willing to do?"
Li Jue was stunned. He spoke in a low voice, as if afraid to disturb his gods: "Yes, yes, you can retaliate against me in any way you want. I beg you..."
Shen Er'an's ruthlessly thin lips moved slightly, and he was about to utter a word when a call suddenly came in on his cell phone.
Still a strange call.
Shen Er'an pressed the button unconsciously, hung up the number on the call, and answered the second one that came in.
When the familiar voice reached his ears, he moved his stiff and cold fingers, only to find that he had held the gun without knowing when.
He held the gun so tightly that it left deep marks on his palms.
"Shen Er'an?" Jiao Bai called again. He was in the car, still half asleep, and called Shen Er'an in a daze, using Qi Yiliao's phone, as he had forgotten to charge his own phone last night. Summer is wet everywhere, and so is my brain, as if it were soaked in water, and I forget things.
Shen Er'an put down the gun and held the pen he was using to copy the scriptures. His fingers were no longer cold and stiff, and they came alive: "Yeah."
"How is the relocation of your mother's grave going?" Jiaobai was curled up in a leather chair, without shoes on, only a pair of low-top black cotton socks, revealing a section of his white and slender ankles.
Shen Eran said: "It went smoothly."
"That's good." Jiaobai's last words were unclear and his eyelids were heavy.
Shen Er'an whispered: "You are not in Lan Mo Mansion?"
"No, I came out." Jiaobai's voice became even more unclear. His legs curled up on the seat inadvertently stretched out and rested on something hard and warm. Realizing that it was the old pervert's thigh, he suddenly retracted his legs and cleared his throat. "Your uncle Qi is on a business trip, and I have nothing to do, so I followed him."
Shen Eran told him to be careful.
Jiaobai glanced at the old pervert with his eyes closed, and lowered his voice: "By the way, let me tell you again, regarding your desire to retaliate against Li Jue, you can do what you want after a while, that is, make the Chu family no longer his support, but don't do other stupid things."
Shen Eran looked at the black hole on the paper and asked, "Are you still disapproving of me and wanting revenge?"
Wild rice: “…”
Last night he dreamed about all the scumbag and melodramatic parts of Broken Wings, and he still hasn't recovered from the choking. It was really strong. This world is a comic book, and he can only keep it to himself for his whole life, and can't tell anyone.
"Isn't what I said clear enough?" Jiaobai sighed. Not getting enough sleep and having a ridiculous dream made him feel agitated. He said two words in a gloomy voice, "Forget it."
Shen Eran stood up: "Don't be angry."
"I won't do it. It's a stupid thing." He was a little anxious, and stuttered more than usual. "I, I promise you."
The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak.
Shen Er'an frowned, and lowered his voice to a very low level, with subtle temptation and expectation: "You keep persuading me because you are afraid that I will get caught up in the pleasure of revenge, right?"
Jiaobai Haha, that makes a very smooth statement.
It seems that I have organized it in my mind many times and have always wanted to ask.
"What do you think?" Jiao Bai asked back. He felt that Shen Eran was only one thought away from switching to the scumbag channel. It was very dangerous.
Shen Eran listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and pursed his lips for a while and said, "Thank you."
"After you finish moving your mother's grave and heal your wounds, we'll meet again." Jiaobai said comforting words. He couldn't remember how many times he had comforted Shen Eran. He really tried his best. "You just finished the college entrance examination. The summer vacation is very long. Think about your college life."
"Yeah, I will. I'll think about it." Shen Eryan waited until he hung up the phone before putting it down.
Shen Er'an sat back at the table. He lowered his swollen and red eyes, his gaze wandering between the gun and the pen, not knowing what he was thinking.
A few minutes later, Shen Er'an blocked the previous number.
In Germany, late at night, when Chen Yiming was about to go to bed, he received a call from the manager of "Diyae", saying that a new person had come and his conditions were the best in recent years.
"How is it perfect?" Chen Yiming was excited. "Perfect! Both his appearance and figure!" The manager was very excited. "That kid was fooled by me into signing a 30-year contract. He left crying after taking the money I gave him. His clothes were all branded goods, but I had someone check him and found that he was actually clean. What a story. 'Dye' is in need of employees with stories."
Chen Yiming asked the key point: "Which one?"
"The style is that of a soft and obedient little white rabbit that can be rubbed at will. However," the manager rubbed his hands, "there is resentment in his eyes and his self-esteem is strong. It is worth the effort to teach him a lesson."
"Just watch over there." Chen Yiming hung up. He had someone approach Jiang Yan some time ago, and the conditions were unprecedentedly high, but Jiang Yan was still unwilling to come back to serve the chairman.
No reason given, just don't want to.
Chen Yiming had no choice but to look for a fast-food bed partner for the chairman in Germany while hoping that the chairman's real wife would appear.
As for the fake Zhiyi, he is still living in Qinxin Garden and occasionally lets the chairman vent through video.
The chairman is in a bad mood.
Because the chairman "lost" the land in Nanqiao to the young prince of the Cen family to use it as bait for fishing.
But he only hooked the little prince, who was known to him as his man, his spy planted in South City, beside the head of the Shen family.
There is no so-called other force.
Zhiyi was not using the Cen family to cover up for anyone.
After the result came out, Chen Yiming felt uneasy, thinking that the situation would not be that simple. He rubbed his face, turned off the desk lamp and lay down.
It's not a good idea to stay abroad, go back home.
Returning home will help you see the situation more clearly.
Chen Yiming lay down for a while and then got up. He called Zhang Zhen, but the call didn't go through. He lay down again, but couldn't fall asleep.
When the chairman saw茭白, he didn’t know what would happen.
The next morning, the Shen family's private plane landed at Xicheng Airport.
Chen Yiming accompanied the chairman to Lanmo Mansion with a mouth full of ulcers. On the way, he tried to try to contact Zhang Zhen, but couldn't get through.
Oh shit.
Chen Yiming rarely cursed, but he kept it to himself. He suspected that Zhang Zhen was deliberately refusing to answer.
As they got closer to Lan Mo's house, Chen Yiming sprayed some medicine into his mouth and couldn't help asking, "Chairman, do you want to inform Chairman Qi first?"
Shen Ji was busy with his work while typing on his laptop: "No need."
He placed the person with his old friend because he wanted to play it long term and not rush to get him back.
Now it's time to collect.
The puppy is heartless. Even if he knew that he waited until the college entrance examination was over before hanging up the phone, he would definitely still be ungrateful.
Chen Yiming felt a change in the chairman's aura and his head began to ache. He was not worried about how Chairman Qi had treated Jiaobai in the past six months.
After all, Mr. Qi has only one criterion when selecting people, and that is that they must have a good and unique voice.
The sound of wild rice is average.
Chen Yiming was more worried that Zhang Zhen would fall for Jiaobai. His protective attitude on the phone was too obvious, he didn't even hide it.
but,
It’s okay if Zhang Zhen falls in love with her. Mr. Qi won’t embarrass his old friend because of him.
So, people should still be able to take it away.
Chen Yiming made various analyses along the way, but he missed one possibility.
But it happened, unfolding in front of him and the chairman without any warning.
He is not here. He is on a business trip with Mr. Qi.
Chen Yiming peeked at the chairman who was in a low mood and he deserved it. I told you to say hello in advance, but you didn’t.
I thought茭白 was a dead thing and had no legs.
Besides, even if he is a dead object, isn't it possible that he could be taken away by someone
Chen Yiming didn't dare to say these words. He moved back, away from the center of the storm, and signaled Aunt Liu not to come near.
Aunt Liu placed a cup of tea on the table and stepped back.
Shen Ji stood in the small front hall, took out his cell phone, found a number and dialed it. As soon as the other end answered, he said, "A Liao, I'm at Lan Mo Mansion."
"You went to my place." Qi Yiliao said, "What a coincidence, I was out of town."
Shen Ji asked briefly: "How long?"
"Probably one or two weeks." Qi Yilao murmured.
Shen Ji placed one hand on the table and spoke slowly, "Why did you bring my little dog with you on a business trip?"
Qi Yiliao smiled and said, "Listen to him reading."
Shen Ji also laughed, very amusedly: "He has been reading to you for half a year, aren't you tired of it yet?"
Qi Yiliao seemed confused as well: "Yeah, what do you mean? The more I listen, the better it seems to me."
Shen Ji stopped smiling, his jawline slowly retracted: "Send me your specific address, I will go pick up my puppy."
Finally, he added: "Please take care of him for me for the next six months."
Qi Yiliao smiled and said, "Old Shen, I forgot to tell you just now, he is right next to me, I turned on the loud speaker."
Shen Ji's brows jumped, and the next second, a string of curses came out on the phone. The voice was young and energetic, sharp, and the tone was full of flexible wildness. There was gnashing of teeth, contempt and hatred between the lines.
"Old dog Shen, you are not sick, are you? Is your brain filled with shit or is there a shit pit in your head? What does I have to do with you? You are not sick, are you? Dog dog, your mother, if you are sick, take medicine quickly and don't come out to pollute the environment!"
The last word fell with a beep.
This was the first time that Shen Jisheng was scolded like this. He was stunned for a moment and his face became ferocious.
The quaint, high-quality sunken wood table was kicked over, and the exquisite teacup fell to the ground, breaking into pieces. The clear tea brewed with mountain spring water flowed into the fragments, reflecting the ceiling carved with abstract patterns and Shen Ji's anger.
North City, Jiangxi District
Jiaobai was sitting on the sofa in the hotel's living room with a bowl of cold noodles in his hand. He had just finished a wave of high-intensity output and needed to replenish his energy.
Qi Yiliao put his phone aside and said in a blaming manner: "Xiaobai, why are you swearing?"
"I've been holding it in for too long and I couldn't hold it in anymore." Jiaobai showed no sign of remorse.
Qi Yiliao showed no sign of continuing to teach him a lesson. He asked another question: "Not going back to South City?"
The wild rice stem held a cold dish in his mouth and grinned at him. What the hell was the word "reply" used incorrectly? He didn't have a home in South City, so how could he say "reply"
Qi Yiliao leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed: "Then let me put it another way. I won't go with Old Shen?"
Jiaobai slurped up a chopstick of cold noodles from his mouth: "I want him to be my father because he is old enough. Xiaoqing can go around South City. A bunch of people have eaten the old cucumbers and there are still a bunch of people waiting to eat. Should I go with him?"
He spoke it all in one breath without any pause.
Qi Yilao laughed, then he lowered the curve of his lips, turned his head, raised his arm to pinch the young man's greasy chin, and pulled him closer: "You, you have a sharp tongue."
This sounded familiar, damn familiar. Jiaobai was impatient and was about to turn his face cold and talk back, but he heard the old pervert say: "When you bite others, you may accidentally hurt yourself."
"…" Jiaobai raised the corners of his drooping eyes. In his eyes, there was a grassland swaying in the wind, full of vitality, vast and free. "That's fine. Killing one thousand enemies and losing one thousand and one is a win for me."
Qi Yiliao's eyes swept across his sparkling little canine teeth: "You are still young, and haven't experienced much, but you live your life with a lot of ideas."
Jiaobai said, "If a person has no ideas, then he is not alive."
Qi Yiliao raised his eyes and looked at him.
Jiaobai felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He was about to give the hand that was pinching his chin a claw, but the owner of the hand said in a disgusted tone: "Your mouth tastes like garlic."
"Cold noodles without garlic would be soulless." Jiaobai moved his head towards Qi Yiliao mischievously and spoke to him. The smell of garlic on his breath drifted towards his face.
Qi Yiruo remained calm despite the rough situation.
But the white cat on his profile picture...
His beard stood up and his face was wrinkled.
The thin wire that was strangling it loosened a little, and its neck, which had grown back an inch, tilted back again.
Jiaobai laughed a few times. He didn't explain why he was laughing. He just pushed away Qi Yilao's weak hand and went to the side to eat his cold noodles.
Qi Yiliao picked up the document on the table and flipped through it, looked at his hand that had been touched, flipped through the document, and looked at his hand again.
After several attempts, he finally went to the bathroom to wash.
After washing, there is still a garlic smell.
Qi Yiliao then realized that the smell was not from his hands, but from someone eating garlic not far from him. He rubbed his forehead, sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette and took two puffs.
The phone rang again.
It was Aunt Liu who called, and she lowered her voice: "Sir, Mr. Shen smashed all the valuable flowers and plants in the front yard."
The cigarette Qi Yiliao was biting on was trembling slightly. He said nonchalantly, "Let him smash it."
Then, he said calmly: "Take a photo and send it to me."
After a while, Aunt Liu sent a photo, which showed a messy front yard.
Qi Yiliao threw the phone onto the coffee table with considerable force.
Jiao Bai, who was scooping up the broken noodles at the bottom of the bowl, noticed something. He picked up the bowl and looked over at Qi Yiliao's cell phone.
The screen was still on. Jiao Bai saw the photo at a glance: "Where is this?"
Jiaobai glanced at the broken flowerpot in the lower left corner of the photo. It looked familiar. Could it be the place he was thinking of
"Your favorite front yard." Qi Yiliao said while smoking.
Jiaobai's eyes widened. He put the dishes aside, picked up Qi Yiliao's phone and looked at the photo closely. Damn, such a nice yard, how come it looks like a typhoon has been here
It's fucking Black Tornado.
"How did this happen?" As soon as Jiaobai asked, he had a guess. It must be the work of Old Dog Shen. His domineering fist attacks indiscriminately, destroying anything around.
Jiaobai glanced at the old pervert whose eyebrows and eyes were covered by smoke: "This yard was smashed like this, how much money was lost?"
"Let's build a few houses like Qinxin Garden." Qi Yiliao sighed helplessly, "Money doesn't matter, the key is that it takes a lot of time and energy to grow flowers and plants. It's a pity."
Just hearing this, Jiaobai felt pain in her flesh.
"Especially that bunch of Juliet roses, which took more than ten years to bloom." Qi Yiliao shook his head regretfully.
Jiaobai gasped. He had thought that rose was very special and had searched for it online. It cost several million dollars each. But now when he looked for the damage to the rose in the photo, he could only find the rotten remains of petals and leaves.
Suffocating, really suffocating.
He is just an ordinary citizen, why should he endure all this pain
"Third brother, please don't plant too many expensive flowers and plants in Lanmo Mansion," Jiaobai said, feeling sorry for him. "There's a plum garden and a bamboo garden, the scenery is already good enough. I think the front and back yards are so big, we can just plant some common plants, they will bloom in different seasons and they will last long."
"That makes sense." Qi Yiliao leaned forward and shook a handful of cigarette ash into the ashtray. "Then I'll buy some seeds later and you can help your uncle plant them?"
Jiaobai didn't look at the photos on his phone anymore, as he was afraid of having a heart attack. Hearing this, he said casually, "Okay."
"Good boy." Qi Yiliao's smile stopped before it started to spread. "Xiaobai."
Wild rice: “Hmm?”
Qi Yiliao raised his hand holding the cigarette and said, "Go eat your noodles. I'll have someone take out the garbage after you finish eating."
Wild rice: “…”
It was also raining in the North City, pouring heavily, making the ground bumpy and full of potholes.
Shen Ji didn't call again to ask for the address. It would be easy for him to find Qi Yilao's residence in North City. It would just take some time.
You never know when he will come.
Jiao Bai and Qi Yiliao didn't talk about that kind of thing. One of them was busy with work and the other was playing games.
In the afternoon, Jiaobai received a call from Zhang Zhen, who said he would be back soon and asked if he wanted him to bring any food.
"No need." Jiaobai twisted his waist and turned around by the window, then turned around again to stretch his muscles, "Drive slowly."
"I won't open it." Zhang Zhen's breathing was a little heavy, he was injured.
Zhang Zhen hadn't seen his brother for a few days. He was in Beicheng now, so he couldn't help wanting to see him, touch his head and pinch his face. He hoped his brother wouldn't find out that he was injured.
After Jiao Bai finished chatting with Zhang Zhen, he received a video invitation. He went to the bedroom to answer it and closed the door.
After Qi Yiliao finished the work at hand, he realized that he was the only one in the living room. He was about to get up when two messages came on his cell phone.
-Dongshan was confused for a moment. I have already taught him a lesson. I apologize to you on his behalf.
-I promise that as long as I live, not a single resource of the Chu family will be used on that child named Li.
Qi Yiliao turned off his phone and slowly cleaned the dirt in the ashtray. He knocked on the door and entered the bedroom on the left. He walked towards the young man sitting at the table. His steps and tone were very lazy and elegant: "Who are you video chatting with?"
Jiaobai took off one of his earphones: "Ear." He explained, "Yu Xiang, a younger brother, you still remember it, right?"
"I don't remember." Qi Yiliao asked gracefully, "Is it convenient for me to enter the country?"
Jiaobai smacked his lips. What's so inconvenient about this? The old pervert's gentleman's skin was too tight, and even when he was pressed against the black wall to bite him, suck his wounds, and swallow his blood, he was restrained.
The only way to make him lose control is...
Jiaobai's index finger flicked the small key on the keychain.
The old pervert was still waiting for an answer. Jiaobai smelled the smell of cigarettes, damp agarwood and a little water vapor on him.
Jiaobai waved his hand: "Whatever."
"Then I'll just order whatever I want." Qi Yiliao walked over, bent down, lowered his head and approached him, put one hand on the back of the chair behind him, and his slender and slightly cool fingers were slightly closed, with his fingertips faintly touching his shoulders, as if he was hugging him.
Yu Xiang on the other side of the video exploded.