Only after Wang Zhao Mou's death did he find out that he was just a supporting male character in a Mary Su book.
Wang's group, which he had worked hard for more than twenty years, went bankrupt overnight. Only because of the one sentence that the ma...
If you give too much, it will be detrimental to you, not to mention that the other party is the future heir of the Leng family.
But now, this degree seems a bit difficult to grasp.
Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao now have problems with even the most basic food and clothing. Whether they can persist until the Leng family comes to China is still unknown.
Maybe he can give a little more.
Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and met the dark eyes of the child in his arms. Possibly due to long-term exposure to wind and sun, Ji Dabao's skin was dark, and his cheeks were red and dry.
Seeing Wang Zhaomou looking at him, Ji Dabao grinned and kicked his legs, feeling extremely happy.
Wang Zhaomou raised his eyebrows slightly and touched Ji Dabao's buttocks. Before he could squeeze it, his hand touched the fabric with holes.
Picking up one of Ji Dabao's legs, Wang Zhaomou saw that Ji Dabao's diaper seemed to be cut from someone's autumn trousers and autumn clothes. It had been washed until it was rripped, but it still insisted on working at its post.
It's also...not easy.
Ji Lianhuo sat next to him, his whole body tense, his head lowered and staring at his cloth shoes, not knowing how to put his foot down so as not to soil the blanket in the car.
Wang Zhaomou turned his face and saw the young man with his head lowered, holding Ji Dabao in his arms and sitting closer to him.
Ji Lianhuo felt movement next to him and slowly raised his head, only to see Wang Zhaomou looking down at him through the lenses, his eyes calm and rational.
Ji Lianhuo felt as if his heartbeat had skipped a beat, feeling guilty and uncomfortable. Will he blame himself at the next moment?
Can't even take care of a child?
"If you feel uncomfortable, you can lean on me."
The sound like a clear spring instantly washed away the imagination in Ji Lianhuo's mind. Ji Lianhuo could see the two light-colored lips opening and closing, and he could also see the smooth and graceful jaw line of the person in front of him.
His head was gently lifted, and Ji Lianhuo leaned on the shoulder of the person beside him. His eyes were sore and he didn't blink for a long time.
Old Qi was sitting in the passenger seat. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the young man leaning against his boss, like a dirty stray dog whose chin had been scratched by someone. His eyes were watery, with a bit of unbelievable clumsiness. The sudden warmth makes him feel helpless and happy at the same time.
The boss looked as usual, as if he had just given a casual charity to the junior. He looked sideways out of the car window with an indifferent look.
The car stopped steadily in front of the shopping mall. Wang Zhaomou held Ji Dabao with one hand and watched the young man step out of the car with great effort.
Pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, Wang Zhaomou led the boy into the mall with a smile on his lips.
The shopping plaza has a total of six floors with a concentric circle structure, with three being the largest.
The first underground floor is the largest supermarket in Sucheng City today, the second and third floors are the largest women's clothing market in Sioux City, and the fifth floor is the largest movie theater.
Although consumption is relatively high, fortunately there are more and more wealthy people in Sucheng City. On weekends, the huge shopping mall is actually overcrowded.
Wang Zhaomou took Ji Lianhuo to the restaurant on the fourth floor first. The smell of various foods made the young man purse his lips tightly.
When ordering, the boy looked at the menu Wang Zhaomou pushed over, browsed it carefully, then looked at the waiter and pointed to the cheapest congee*.
"This is the staple food, what else do you want?" The waiter smiled broadly at the young man in front of him. The others may not recognize him, but he can definitely recognize the young master Wang Zhaomou sitting opposite the young man.
"You can serve a few of the chef's specialty dishes." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly and helped the young man out. Ji Lianhuo sat awkwardly across from Wang Zhaomou. His ears turned red a little before he said anything.
Wang Zhaomou looked at the young man in front of him quietly. At the age of eighteen, when he was supposed to be the most wanton and reckless, Ji Lianhuo was extraordinarily silent and cautious in every move. It was obviously a sign of being overly punished.
The injuries on the young man's face had not subsided. Wang Zhaomou blindly guessed that there might be more injuries on his body. In such an environment, Ji Dabao had been well protected.
The big boss came to visit, and the kitchen was in full swing, serving dishes one after another.
Ji Lianhuo knew the rules very well. After seeing Wang Zhaomou using chopsticks to pick up vegetables, he picked up the chopsticks, carefully picked up the food in front of him, and ate it as quietly as possible while drinking the congee.
The young man was thin, and his eating posture was unexpectedly eye-catching. Wang Zhaomou put the vegetables into Ji Lianhuo's bowl. The young man raised his head, his eyes moist, showing his gratitude.
At the stage of body growth, the appetite will also increase a lot. Wang Zhaomou couldn't help laughing when he saw Ji Lianhuo eating three bowls of congee with the dishes in front of him.
How long has this child been hungry?
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• congee*-
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