Old Wang Doesn't want to be Tragic (Rebirth)

8.2 He's so good

"I'm sorry." Ji Lianhuo tried not to care about his hot face, "Dabao.., he may remember what happened last time and likes you very much."

Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Dabao with a smile, "This child is very smart. He may look like you and his mother."

"No, it's not!" When Ji Lianhuo heard this, he immediately understood what Wang Zhaomou had misunderstood.

"Dabao is not my son, he is my nephew!"

Wang Zhaomou was startled, "What about his parents?"

"My brother and sister-in-law were in a car accident." Ji Lianhuo's eyes darkened, he didn't dare to look up at the man in front of him, and he was even more afraid that the other person would know that he was a disaster star.

It's obvious that he doesn't care when others call him a disaster. Why is he so afraid that he will knows now?

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and silently revised his understanding. So, the rumored leader of the Leng family was actually a lonely man, and he regarded his deceased brother's child as his own son.

Those who lost by the Leng family back then were probably two children. No wonder they didn't show much joy when Ji Lianhuo was found.

By the way, what happened to the Leng family? Two children were lost at one time. Could it be that there was an accident at that time?

Wang Zhaomou said nothing, and Ji Lianhuo didn't dare to speak, let alone look up.

He heard that businessmen are very superstitious about luck and other things. After hearing this, would he feel... that he was unlucky?

After clearing himself from his thoughts, Wang Zhaomou came back to his senses and saw the young man's two hands hanging by his side, clasped tightly, his head bowed deeply, as if he had done something hugely wrong.

Wang Zhaomou sighed in his heart. The Ji Lianhuo in front of him, the future head of the Leng family, was still a child after all, and he would blame himself for such natural and man-made disasters.

But what does this have to do with him?

"How old are you this year?" Wang Zhaomou slowed down his voice, bringing out a bit of softness, trying to make the other party feel uncomfortable.

"I just turned eighteen last month." Ji Lianhuo tried his best to make his voice sound as normal as usual, but he still couldn't suppress the slight trembling at the end.

"I am twenty-four this year." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, trying to liven up the atmosphere and watched the young man slowly raise his head.

"I'm six years older than you, right?" Wang Zhaomou had a smile on his lips, watching the young man raise his eyes little by little and look at him.

"Yes." For some reason, Ji Lianhuo felt a little dizzy from the other party's gentle and pleasant voice.

"You can call me Brother Zhaomou from now on." Wang Zhaomou's eyes were somewhat comforting, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the young man's head.

"I'm sorry to ask about your sadness."

For some reason, Ji Lianhuo was suddenly speechless. His chest felt stuffy, as if he had stuffed a ball of cotton into his chest and rubbed it down.

"Boss." After chatting with the hired man, Old Qi came back, looked at the time, and reminded Wang Zhaomou softly.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Yu hurriedly stepped forward and stuffed a large bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts into Old Qi's hands.

"I remember what Master Wang said. I have nothing to thank you for. I only have this little chestnut, so don't despise it!"

Old Qi was embarrassed, seing that Wang Zhaomou had no objection, he had no choice but to accept it.

Wang Zhaomou also removed his hands from the young man's head and put on his gloves again.

"See you next time."

When the car parked on the roadside drove away, Ji Lianhuo slowly came back to his senses. His eye circles were red, and something was desperately trying to come out of his eyes.

Everyone calls themselves the disaster star, but no one cares whether he is sad or not.

Ji Lianhuo tried hard to hold back his tears, but the strength and tenderness of the man's caress just now seemed to remain on his head.

"I really met a nice person." Uncle Yu watched the car drive away. When he turned around happily, he saw Ji Lianhuo quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, pretending that nothing happened, and lowered his head to place the fruits.

Uncle Yu knelt down and saw at a glance the moisture on the young man's face and the eyelashes connected by tears.

"You kid, why are you crying?" Uncle Yu wanted to make Ji Lianhuo laugh, "Look, people remember you and even come here to buy fruit from you."

Hearing Uncle Yu's words, Ji Lianhuo subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, but his eye circles couldn't help but turn red again.

Uncle Yu stood up tremblingly and sighed.

"This is the first time I've seen this."

"You said that this land is going to be demolished. Other people will be eager to have gangsters making trouble here every day to drive out the people who live here. This young master Wang, not only does he not chase people away, he also invites his people to come and watch, so as to prevent the gangsters from causing trouble. .”

Uncle Yu scratched his face and speculated to himself, "Maybe it's because he's really not short of money."

"Brother Zhaomou..." Ji Lianhuo wiped his face and turned to look at Uncle Yu, unable to hide the trembling in his eyes.

"He's super good."

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