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

17.2 New home

'What if I can't handle it properly and break it?'

Ji Lianhuo shook his head towards Ji Dabao, stood in front of the sink again, and rinsed the dried foam off his body.

The towels here are all brand new, white and soft.

Ji Lianhuo wiped his upper body carefully. When he lowered his head, he saw that his pants were inevitably a little wet. He could only twist them and dry them with his own body temperature.

The sky gradually darkened. Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao, who were shirtless, sat on the floor and stared at the unlined clothes hanging near the window. Ji Lianhuo touched them from time to time, but they were always wet.

"Guest." The door was knocked three times. Ji Lianhuo stood up quickly, quickly put on a set of half-wet clothes, and opened the door.

"You can go downstairs to eat." Mrs. Cheng informed politely.

"Is Brother Zhaomou back?" Ji Lianhuo's voice was small.

"The young master is on the way." Mrs. Cheng glanced at the child lying on the ground. "The child's milk powder has been prepared. You can feed the child first. The young master will be here soon."

"Thank you." Ji Lianhuo turned around and picked up Ji Dabao, and followed Mrs. Cheng downstairs.

Looking at Ji Dabao's dusty clothes, Ji Lianhuo stood and hugged Ji Dabao, and handed the baby the bottle with the right temperature.

Ji Dabao couldn't wait to hug the milk bottle, kicking his legs and slurping it. For some reason, today's milk powder seemed to taste particularly good.

When Wang Zhaomou entered the villa, he saw a young man holding a child.

The young man looked down at his nephew in his arms, his posture showing a bit of restraint in a strange environment.

"Master, you are here." Mrs. Cheng came over quickly, took the coat that Wang Zhaomou had taken off, and hung it on the hanger nearby.

The bodyguard following Wang Zhaomou placed a few shopping bags beside him and exited quietly.

"Brother Zhaomou!" When the young man heard the noise, he immediately ran over and stood in front of Wang Zhaomou with Ji Dabao in his arms, his eyes shined brightly.

"Have you seen your room?"

The temperature in the villa was not low. Wang Zhaomou loosened his tie and hung it on the side. He took off his suit jacket under his coat, revealing the white shirt and suit vest underneath.

" I saw it." The young man stuttered twice inexplicably.

"You can adapt slowly." Wang Zhaomou stood in front, "If you have any additional needs, please let me know."

"No, there's no need." Ji Lianhuo's ears turned red, and his eyes somehow fell on the lower back of the person in front of him.

The lines are...so beautiful.

Mrs. Cheng brought the hot meal to the table. Wang Zhaomou sat at the head table and looked at the young man standing beside him blankly, tapping his left side with his fingertips.

"Sit here."

Mrs. Cheng held the baby in the boy's arms who was still struggling with the bottle. Ji Lianhuo sat down where Wang Zhaomou indicated, with his head lowered and a slight blush on both sides of his cheeks.

"Eat, don't be so formal." Wang Zhaomou picked up his chopsticks and took a mouthful of rice in the bowl as a demonstration. Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo also picked up his chopsticks and ate the rice one bite at a time, bearing the heat on his face.

The rice here is also delicious.

While Ji Lianhuo was eating, his eyes couldn't help but look at the man on the chair. He looked at the black chopstick tips holding the snow-white rice and put it into his mouth. He stared at the light-colored lips holding the chopstick tips lightly. Ji Lianhuo didn't know Why, it feels like his body is about to burn.

Wang Zhaomou noticed the young man's gaze, put on his chopsticks, and put some vegetables into the young man's bowl. This was the advice from his elders.

"Eat more vegetables."

"Thank you, Brother Zhaomou." The young man tried his best to deflect his gaze and lower his head. He felt as if he was ill and could hardly control his actions.

Mrs. Cheng was holding her son next to her, trying hard to suppress her inner wonder as she watched the boy fill up bowl after bowl of rice.

'Really, even the production team would not dare to feed pigs like this!
How long has this child been hungry?'

Ji Lianhuo glanced at Wang Zhaomou secretly from time to time, and then lowered his head with a red face and started to eat rice. Wang Zhaomou felt choked just looking at it, but the boy didn't feel it at all and ate faster and faster.

There is usually a lot of food left on the table. Today, Mrs. Cheng cooked two more dishes and the plates were all cleaned. When she was putting away the tableware, she looked at the clean bottom of the plate. Mrs. Cheng doubted her life more than once.

After dinner, Ji Lianhuo couldn't wait to shut himself into the room. He washed his face several times before the temperature on his body could be lowered. Before he could adjust his breathing, there was a knock on the door. Ji Lianhuo hurriedly opened the door and saw. The slender man at the door and the shopping bag at his feet.

"Can I come in?" Wang Zhaomou asked with a smile, showing a gentle gesture as an elder.

"You can come in at any time." Ji Lianhuo's face, which had just cooled down, started to feel hot again. He lowered his body and picked up the bag at Wang Zhaomou's feet, then turned sideways to invite the man in.

"I bought two pieces of clothing, try to see if they fit." Wang Zhaomou gestured to the young man to open the bag, then walked to the window and leaned against the window sill.

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head, blushing and took out the clothes in the bag one by one. There were clothes, pants and socks, as well as a pair of new white shoes, and...

Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at the pair of brand new black underwear at the bottom of the bag, his mind went blank.

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The author has something to say:
Ji Dabao: In my uncle's heart, I am the most important, right?

Ji Lianhuo:.......

Ji Dabao: Uncle, please speak! ! !