When class was over, the professor deliberately left Yan Shuang behind.
Yan Shuang rushed over to wait for instruction.
From the corner of his eye, the professor glanced at Ji Yao who was obviously waiting for someone. He lowered his voice and told Yan Shuang how he tricked Ji Yao into class with a smirk.
Yan Shuang was "shocked" after hearing this, and was waved by the professor, signaling him not to expose it.
"This kid is too arrogant, he should be punished."
Yan Shuang nodded obediently, and responded in a low voice, "The teacher is right."
"Go," the professor happily patted Yan Shuang on the shoulder, and praised, "Good job."
Yan Shuang returned to his seat, while packing up his books, his eyes lingered on Ji Yao, Ji Yao guessed that the professor told Yan Shuang the agreement between them, he didn't want Yan Shuang to misunderstand anything, his brows frowned slightly Started, "I'll go first."
Yan Shuang asked, "Where are you going?"
Ji Yao didn't answer, and left with his empty backpack.
After his figure disappeared, Yan Shuang curled her lips, thinking that scumbags are similar, and it is abnormal when she is tempted. Two hours ago, she was holding his hand and running wildly around the campus, acting in a youth idol drama, and now she has become that girl again. It looked so cold.
Either way, a degree of relaxation is more conducive to brushing up the emotional line.
Yan Shuang packed his backpack and was about to send Qi Feiyun his daily email when a message came in from an unfamiliar number on his phone.
"You are cordially invited to lunch today."
Yan Shuang: Tell me clearly, who are you, big brother
The other party sent another message as if he had seen through his mind from afar.
— "South Gate, Ji."
At the south gate of the school, Yan Shuang got into the familiar black luxury car, but this time he didn't see Ji Wensong in the car.
This time is probably an "official meeting"
Yan Shuang sat in the back seat relaxedly, his heart still like water.
Ji Wensong, a patriarch with a strong desire for control, called him over today, just to check and accept the results of "remedial lessons".
The vehicle went all the way forward, and actually drove into the expressway to the city.
Yan Shuang asked suspiciously, "It wasn't this way last time."
The bodyguard in front turned his head and explained: "The last time you went to the other courtyard for entertaining guests, Mr. Ji is now in the old house."
"Old house? Is it far away?"
"It's not far, it'll be there in another 20 minutes. You don't have to worry, it won't delay your afternoon homework."
Yan Shuang rested his chin, looking bored, and teased the bodyguard, "Do you speak Japanese?"
The bodyguard responded meekly, "I'm in charge of my husband's domestic schedule, and I can only speak a little English."
Yan Shuang: "You can say everything."
The bodyguard smiled. He was also very upright, and his smile was not annoying, "Mr. Ji said that the journey took a bit long, and you might be bored. Allow me to chat with you."
Yan Shuang suddenly lost his interest in talking, waved his hand, and motioned for the bodyguard to turn around.
The bodyguard nodded to him, turned around and sat upright again.
Yan Shuang rested his chin with one hand, rubbing his little finger unconsciously against his lips, thinking about what would happen if a dangerous factor like Ji Wensong interfered with the plot line.
All the plot lines are like three-dimensional lines to build an extremely organized virtual world in his brain.
Yan Shuang was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that the car stopped. It was the bodyguards who came to open the door for him, and he realized that he had arrived.
In front of you is another antique house, which is a typical Soviet-style building, with white walls and gray tiles, high roof angles, continuous high and low, simple and quiet, compared with the deliberate decoration of the previous building, this place has a more natural beauty Nobility.
The people who came out to greet him were wearing normal clothes, ordinary shirts and trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes on their feet. They made no sound when they walked around, "Mr. Yan, please follow me."
Yan Shuang followed into the courtyard.
The buildings inside are more exquisite than what I saw last time. It can be seen that it has been quite a few years. The characters carved on the pavilions and pavilions are painted with silver hooks, and the small inscriptions on the bottom are from the famous calligraphy of all of you. Everyone.
The servant led Yan Shuang into the circular arch, opened the bamboo curtain with flowers and birds, "Please."
Yan Shuang walked into the house, and the whole room was exquisitely decorated. There was an Eight Immortals table in the hall, with a chair on each side. Just from the color of the wood, one could tell that this set of utensils was extremely valuable.
Yan Shuang turned around, opened the bamboo curtain, and asked, "Where is Mr. Ji?"
"Mr. Ji has a temporary call, and he will come right away."
Yan Shuang put down the bamboo curtain and could only wait in the room first. After sitting for a while, he felt a little bored, so he pushed open the hollowed-out window on the wall. Next to the window was an unknown flower tree with a yellow top. Pressing against the window sill, he took a deep breath.
"... I'm not interested in the reasons for your incompetence."
When Yan Shuang heard the voice, he looked down. The top of his head was black, and the sides were faintly white. It was Ji Wensong who was making a phone call under the tree.
As if aware of the sight from above, Ji Wensong turned his face away, his deep eyes swept over, Yan Shuang subconsciously reached out to close the window.
When Ji Wensong saw this, he stretched out his hand and gave a strong pause in the air, indicating that it didn't matter, and turned around to continue negotiating with the person on the other end of the phone.
"You must arrive before the Mid-Autumn Festival. I have already entrusted you with the matter, and I have lent you all the strength that should be lent to you," Ji Wensong said in a leisurely tone, but the oppressive feeling that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was more than one word. The words are stronger, "If you don't find something, you don't have to go back to China in the future."
"...don't disappoint me."
The tone was gentle to the extreme, and the sense of oppression was also extremely strong.
Listening upstairs, Yan Shuang felt that Ji Wensong's patience with the person on the phone had run out, and that this was already an ultimatum.
After making the phone call, Ji Wensong turned his head and smiled at Yan Shuang. He stood downstairs and looked up, his expression was so natural and relaxed, still the kindness of an elder, "Are you hungry?"
"It's okay." Yan Shuang said casually.
Ji Wensong nodded, beckoning not far away, a servant ran over immediately, handed the mobile phone to the servant, and patted the tender yellow flowers that fell on his shoulders, Ji Wensong walked through the flowers and trees under Yan Shuang's gaze He went upstairs calmly.
The bamboo curtain was lifted, and Ji Wensong said first, "I'm really sorry for the delay."
"It's okay." Yan Shuang said softly.
This may really be Ji Wensong's lair. He is dressed very casually today. He wears an old gray shirt, light-colored trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. His attitude is much more casual than the previous two times. It's autumn, I asked the kitchen to prepare some warming dishes for lunch today, I don't know if it suits your taste."
Yan Shuang complained in his heart. If he wanted to suit his taste, he would not ask his opinion in advance. The dictator's rhetoric of whitewashing peace.
"I'm not picky eaters."
"I can tell," Ji Wensong smiled, "You are a very sensible child."
Ji Wensong is the same as Qin Yubai, the food is trustworthy, the lunch is mainly seafood, the chef is highly skilled, the delicacy is astounding, from the appetizer to the dessert at the end are impeccable, unexpectedly it really suits Yan Shuang's taste.
Yan Shuang was about to finish eating before realizing something.
Most of the dishes prepared in the kitchen today are what he has eaten outside in the past few days.
The types of ingredients are the same, but the method is different.
That fish was packaged by Yan Shuang and given to Qi Feiyun.
The last dessert was different in appearance from "Xue Qing", but the taste was extremely similar, and the quantity was much larger.
"Do you still like the lunch menu?"
Ji Wensong said gently.
"I like it." Yan Shuang said quietly.
Ji Wensong smiled, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes slightly curved, "Then I should reward the kitchen."
Yan Shuang said that he was very quiet and didn't want to push him too much.
"I called you here today to thank you in person."
Ji Wensong said in a good mood: "You did better than I imagined."
Yan Shuang smiled, "Thank you."
"What reward do you want?"
Yan Shuang was silent for a while, and said, "Mr. Ji, can you donate to the Star Welfare Institute in my name like last time?"
"This is not a reward." Ji Wensong said.
Yan Shuang sighed softly in his heart, why is it so difficult to squeeze wool
"I sent someone to inspect the orphanage. The environment inside is messy, the facilities are backward, and the greening is not up to standard, which is not conducive to the healthy growth of children." Ji Wensong took the hot towel from the servant's hand and wiped his hands gently. Said, "You don't have to worry, that place will soon look brand new."
Yan Shuang was in a complicated mood. This patriarchal arrangement seemed to be for you, but the actual effect might not be the same.
Ji Wensong wiped his hands and said with a smile, "You don't look very satisfied."
Yan Shuang thought it was a good thing no matter how he said it, so he relaxed and said, "No, I am very grateful to Mr. Ji for his kindness."
Ji Wensong handed the towel to the servant, shook his head, and said with a smile: "You're thinking, this person has made his own way again, really annoying, isn't it?"
Yan Shuang also smiled, and said implicitly: "Nothing."
Ji Wensong smiled without saying a word, his eyes lingered on Yan Shuang's face for a long time, tenderly and sighing, "It's a pity, you are not my child."
Yan Shuang thought to himself that he finally knew who inherited Ji Yao's quick-talking temper.
"Ji Yao...he's a genius." For the sake of so many children in the orphanage, Yan Shuang comforted the old father.
"Genius?" Ji Wensong shook his head with a disdainful tone, "I have never seen such a stupid genius like him."
Yan Shuang had no interest in being a family mediator, so she fell silent again.
"You haven't said what reward you want?" Ji Wensong changed the subject and asked again.
Yan Shuang knew that he would not say anything, and Ji Wensong would not give up. He thought for a while and said, "Can I save it first? If one day I need Mr. Ji's help, Mr. Ji can do me a favor." ?"
"Can."
Ji Wensong didn't hesitate at all.
Yan Shuang was startled for a moment, Ji Wensong said, "What's wrong?"
Yan Shuang understands that a person like Ji Wensong must be a transparent person in front of him, and all emotions must be confessed and explained to him.
"I just thought," Yan Shuang thought about his words, "You promised so quickly, it seems that you don't worry about any excessive demands from me at all."
"Of course." Ji Wensong stood up and extended his hand to Yan Shuang.
Yan Shuang hesitated for a moment, then passed his hand to Ji Wensong. Ji Wensong's hand was warm and dry, with some irregular thin calluses on his palm. He seemed to really treat Yan Shuang as a child, and took Yan Shuang's hand and walked out the door , "You are so sensible, you will have a sense of proportion, and I think..." He opened the bamboo curtain himself, looked back and smiled at Yan Shuang, and said gently, "It shouldn't be too difficult to make the children happy."