Bye-Bye

Chu Dongshan went back by himself, and he had someone **** Li Jue away.

But he didn't expect that when he entered the house, Li Jue was already standing in the living room of his house, his thin body was restrained by two people, one on the left and one on the right, like interrogating a prisoner.

Chu Dongshan's complexion sank in an instant, and he rushed in without changing his shoes: "Xiao Jue!"

Li Jue shouted blankly: "Second Young Master..."

Chu Dongshan kicked the two servants away vigorously, and pulled the child to him: "Did they do anything to you?"

Li Jue shook his head lightly.

Only then did Chu Dongshan's tense nerve endings relax.

"Second Young Master, you're scratching me." Li Jue's eyelashes trembled fragilely.

"Sorry." Chu Dongshan withdrew his strength a little, but he couldn't bear to let go of his hand. The touch in his palm was smooth and delicate, better than any jade he had ever touched. He couldn't help rubbing it twice, and said softly, "I'll take you back first."

Li Jue hesitated to speak, but crystal clear teardrops rolled in his eyes.

"It's okay, I can handle it myself at my house." Chu Dongshan's heart softened in a mess.

The old man sat on the sofa and looked at it for a long time, and couldn't stand it anymore, and knocked on the crutch: "Pull them away! Pull them away!"

For a while, under the chandelier, there was a live broadcast of batting mandarin ducks.

The little ones cried, the big ones roared, and it was a mess.

When Chu Dongshan was young, he was the most famous second-generation ancestor in Xicheng. He played whatever was fun. The year before last, he fell in love with a boy in the hot spring villa. In the end, he shed tears and blood, and became a joke vigorously. He thought that he would be depressed for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect to encounter a little white flower at the beginning of this year.

At his age, he has tasted everything, and it is easy to fall on innocent and clean children.

Chu Dongshan feels that he has experienced betrayal and depravity, and that he is not worthy of a clean relationship. He doesn't ask for long-term lovesickness and love, and only wants the child to be safe.

But now he doesn't even allow him to fulfill his wish, one or two, they all come to intervene.

Chu Dongshan was no match for four hands with two fists, and he didn't have a gun on him, and he wanted to grab Li Jue even more. He hit him one after another, and his attack gradually weakened.

Li Jue was forcibly pulled away from him, staggered and fell to the ground.

"Second Young Master!" Li Jue panicked.

Chu Dongshan was held back and couldn't get through, his eyes were red: "Dad, what do you want to do when you come out so late at night?"

"What are you doing?" The old man's blood pressure rose, "You must ask yourself?"

Chu Dongshan wiped off the blood from his mouth: "Be clear."

"Excuse me? You don't even understand this!" The old man got up on crutches, "Last year you didn't even say hello, and you just brought your little boyfriend back, which made the family go crazy, I said That child is dishonest, you don’t listen, you say you are serious, you have never been so serious in your life, and you threaten to be with him forever.”

The old man poked his youngest son's spine, every word was like a knife, and he specifically stabbed him where it hurt the most. If nothing breaks, nothing stands, the old man still has hope for his youngest son.

"As a result, it didn't take long for you to find out that he had been wearing a green hat for you for a year. The news spread and the company's stock price fell. You don't care how many nights your brother has stayed up. You are decadent, drinking, racing, and playing around. If you don't I locked you up, you even ran into drugs!"

The old man's stern attitude was a little tired: "This year you repeated the same thing again, Dongshan, why can't you learn from your elder brother and be down-to-earth in doing things!"

Chu Dongshan sneered: "Why should I learn from him? He is not enough for the Chu family's chess pieces?"

The old man's hand holding the cane was shaking, and he swung the cane over: "You bastard!"

Chu Dongshan was hit **** the back, his back was straight, and his face was full of sarcasm: "Brother's studies, work, and marriage are all up to you, even the number of his children... "

The following words were replaced by muffled grunts.

The old man was a soldier when he was young, his body was failing, but his momentum was still there. He swung his cane several times in a row until he bent his younger son's back: "I shouldn't have listened to your elder brother's words, give you freedom, You have been free for so many years, and you have achieved nothing other than getting the title of West City Wanderer!"

Chu Dongshan didn't show any embarrassment and didn't explode. He picked up the messy hair and scratched it back. His handsome and free-spirited eyes were full of calm: "Your words are smooth, and you have kept them in your heart for a long time. Finally, Chances are poured out. Brother is your pride, I, "

He pointed to himself, "It's your shame."

The old man turned green with anger. At this juncture, Chu Dongshan asked, "Dad, can you tell me who mentioned Xiaojue to you?"

"You haven't realized the point until now, and you still haven't hit enough." The old man yelled at the bodyguard who was holding down the younger son, "Hold him down for me, press him to death!"

As he spoke, he waved his cane again.

Li Jue, who was slumped on the ground, cried, "Stop beating! Stop beating Second Young Master!"

He crawled over and wanted to pull the bodyguard away, but he couldn't pull it away. He cried and begged and kowtowed to the old man: "Please, please don't hit the second young master. It's all my fault. It's my fault. Hit me!" Come on, hit me, please..."

There were more "dong dong dong" kowtows in the living room.

The old man was so loud that he was about to have a heart attack, and he slapped his youngest son with a cane.

A fishy sweetness welled up in Chu Dongshan's throat, and he knelt down on one knee, his back was blood red.

Li Jue threw himself in front of Chu Dongshan with all hands and feet, and he mumbled his tear-stained lips. He was so frightened that he was dumbfounded, and asked in a daze, "Second Young Master... How are you, Second Young Master?"

Chu Dongshan lightly wiped the blood from the child's forehead, his eyes were red, and his heart hurt like being hit by something huge.

The old man was angry and regretful. He should have taught his youngest son a lesson in the study instead of in the living room in front of the thing that was going to harm the Chu family. When he beat them, he even beat them together. And became a piece of mud.

The old man waved his hand, and the bodyguards forcibly took Li Jue out of the living room.

"Let him go!" Chu Dongshan's eyes were about to burst.

A piece of information was thrown over, blocking his view, and when he looked again, there was no sign of the child, and the crying could no longer be heard.

He only heard his father's voice from above his head: "Here is the information of your fiancée, we will be engaged next month."

Chu Dongshan propped himself on the ground, stood up slowly, arrogantly: "Dad, you are so confused, I am gay, and I can't sleep with women."

The old man was overwhelmed by the younger son's anger, but he calmed down: "If you can't even provide sperm, then get out of Chu's house."

Chu Dongshan walked in the direction where the child was taken away.

"Without the money and power that the Chu family gave you, 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 say whether you follow or not, Xiao Jue only regards me as a friend."

The old man's eyelids twitched. According to his investigation, the youngest son picked up **** at the beach at the beginning of the year. Several months later, he still hasn't touched it.

This is even deeper than when facing that little pear.

Chu Dongshan had only taken a few steps before he realized something was wrong. Before he could react, he was knocked out with a cane.

The old man took a few breaths, and asked his servants to take the younger 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, clasped his fingers, his eyes were dull and his face was pale.

The door was opened, and Li Jue quickly turned his head.

"My son didn't come." The old man came in knocking on his crutches, "put away your tears."

Li Jue wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand, he stood up and clasped his hands: "Grandpa, you misunderstood me, Er Shao and I are not..."

"Who is your grandfather?" The old man didn't have a good impression of this weak boy, and he hated the crying junior the most. "It's called that when we meet for the first time. It sounds polite when it sounds good, and shameless when it sounds bad."

Li Jue's lips trembled, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't make a sound, he just shed tears silently in aggrieved manner.

Lines of tears condensed on his white chin and fell down one by one.

Like a flower in the wind and rain.

The old man picked up the crutch and knocked it down: "You used this trick to get close to my son?"

Li Jue kept shaking his head: "No...I didn't...I really didn't..."

He smiled wryly: "Second Young Master is my savior."

"Then your way of repaying your life-saving benefactor really makes me dare not agree." The old man spent too much time tonight, tired, and didn't want to say more, "Get out of West City."

Li Jue didn't move.

The old man snorted coldly: "Why, you've watched too many TV shows, and wait for me to write a check to hit you in the face?"

Li Jue's face was burning hot, as if the place where the bamboo shoots slapped him twice started to hurt again, he couldn't stand still, digging his fingernails into his palms, bowed his head and said, "Grandpa Chu, calm down, let me speak for my sake." Such a big fire is not worth it, I will go."

"I just want to see Er Shao, and I want to know if he is seriously injured." Li Jue begged cautiously.

"You don't need to worry about it. I will ask someone to take care of my son's physical condition." The old man said, "If you have that time, why don't you spend more time by your grandmother's side and don't do nonsense all day long. "

The blood all over Li Jue rushed to his cheeks, and then dissipated in an instant. With a white face, he slowly straightened up, walked out with floating steps, and said to himself: "I was sponsored by the Qi family, and I was awarded the Nancheng Three I want to live in Nancheng well, and I study hard.”

"Later, the Qi family collapsed, and I started working part-time. During that time, I was involved in a kidnapping case. I had an elder brother. Although the environment was difficult and I was powerless, my elder brother took good care of me and thought about everything. I."

"But..." Li Jue's eyes were red and dry, and he couldn't shed a single tear, "The second brother, who I wanted to try my best to get close to, pushed me off the boat and told me that the eldest brother is not mine, I'm just a fake , using someone else's identity."

"Later, my neighbor's brother who I grew up with lied to me. He teamed up with others to make me a joke. The person I like hated me to death...What did I do wrong?"

"Your existence is a mistake." The old man's voice sounded from the reception room.

Li Jue was stunned: "Is existence a mistake..."

why.

Why is my existence a mistake? I even feel sad for several days when I kill a chicken during festivals, and I can't sleep because of my conscience. Why shouldn't it exist? I haven't harmed anyone.

Li Jue returned to Nancheng in a daze, and received a call from the hospital on the way, saying that his grandmother was critically ill, and he was standing on the street at a loss.

The rain fell on his eyelids, and he flinched a bit, like a child who has been frightened out of a nightmare, and ran towards the hospital in panic and helplessness.

He fell down, was covered in muddy water, and had severe pain in his knees. Li Jue got up in a daze and continued to run.

When Li Jue arrived at the hospital, it was still raining and the sky was dark. He stumbled and rushed to the door of the ward, his face and body were wet.

The doctor on duty in the ward saw him, stepped out a few times, and asked him why he didn't have an umbrella and whether he had fallen.

"My grandma..." Li Jue didn't have the face to go in. He didn't dare, and was also afraid. He was afraid that grandma would die. During this time, he was always absent-minded when he came to the hospital. Grandma must have sensed that he was about to leave. He grabbed the doctor's white coat, The exquisite facial features are full of panic, "Help my grandma..."

The doctor sighed: "If the operation is to be performed, the preparation work will take a while, the cost is too high, and the success rate is not high. Even if the operation is successful, the elderly will..."

"I only have grandma as my relative." Li Jue couldn't stand and fell into the doctor's arms. He had a fever and his whole body was burning hot, repeating that sentence over and over again.

The doctor hugged the person in his arms in embarrassment. At the end of last year, the patient's bed sores got worse, and the family members were not around. The nurse felt that it was too difficult to do it alone.

Years later, the doctor has not mentioned this matter.

The doctor's family background is average, this time the patient's expenses are beyond his ability, he can't help, and he feels sorry for the boy.

Li Jue said "I will bring the money back" and ran away. He went to the place where money came in the fastest in Nancheng.

- Association night.

At this time, the employees of "Ji Ye" are either lying half dead on the guest bed, or sleeping in the dormitory with their bodies soaked in desire wrapped in quilts, and there are two security guards at the door.

Li Jue's footsteps were rooted to the ground, and he couldn't take a step away. He huddled in the corner and clenched his phone tightly, his teeth biting the back of his hand, his eyes were full of hesitation.

After a while, Li Jue raised his head and dialed a number engraved in his heart: "Shen Ernan, help me..."

Shen Er'an saved his mother in the temple. When he saw a strange call, he subconsciously connected it.

The voice on the phone was not what he expected.

"Shen Erhan..." The voice was timid, small, like the last spark in the snowstorm, "I'm sorry, I did that to you. I was impulsive and obsessed. I deserve death."

"You take revenge on me, I'll give you my whole life, okay, I'm willing to do anything, as long as you help me, give me a million... no, no, half a million is fine... no, half a million is not enough , you give me more, I'll let you handle it...my grandma is dying, please..." Li Jue spoke incoherently, he thought his tears had already been shed in Chu's house, but now they poured down again.

Shen Er'an's stomach twitched, and was stimulated by something disgusting to make him feel nauseous, but he didn't press the end button, and he heard his own strange and indifferent voice: "What, all, willing ,Dry?"

Li Jue was taken aback, and he whispered, as if he was afraid of disturbing his god: "Yes, yes, you can take revenge on me however you want, I beg you..."

Shen Er's ruthlessly thin lips moved slightly, and a word was faintly about to be uttered when a call came in from the mobile phone.

Still a strange call.

Shen Er'an unconsciously pressed the key, hung up the number in the call, and answered the second caller.

When the familiar voice reached his ears, he moved his stiff and cold fingers, only to realize that he had held the gun at some point.

He gripped it tightly, and the body of the gun pierced his palm with deep marks.

"Shen Er'an?" Jiao Bai called again, he was still in the car, he was still asleep, he called Shen Er'an in a daze, he used Qi Yiliao's mobile phone, he forgot to charge his own last night. In summer, everywhere is wet, and so is the brain, as if it has been soaked in water, forgetting things.

Shen Er'an put down the gun, held the pen that copied the scriptures, his fingers were no longer frozen, and he came back to life: "Yeah."

"How is the moving of your mother's grave going?" Ziao Bai nestled in the leather chair, without shoes, only a pair of low-cut cotton socks, black, showing a white and thin ankle.

Shen Ernan said: "Successful."

"That's good." Zizania's ending sound was indistinct, and her eyelids were heavy.

Shen Er'an said in a low voice, "Aren't you in Lanmo Mansion?"

"Not here, come out." Zibai's voice became more muffled, his legs curled up on the seat inadvertently stretched out, and rested on a hard and warm object, realizing that it was the thigh of an old pervert, he jerked his feet Take it back, clear your throat, "Your Uncle Qi is on a business trip, I'm free, so I'll follow along."

Shen Er'an told him to pay attention to safety.

Ziobai glanced at the old pervert with closed eyes, and lowered his voice: "By the way, let me tell you again, about your desire to take revenge on Li Jue, you can do it according to your own ideas after a while, that is, the Chu family will no longer be his." rely on, but don't do other stupid things."

Shen Er'an looked at the black hole poked out on the paper: "Aren't you, still disapproving of me, taking revenge?"

Zizania: "..."

Last night he had a dream about all the scumbag parts of "Broken Wings", which choked him so much that he couldn't recover right now, it was really thick. This world is a matter of comics, he can only hold it back his whole life, and no one can reveal it.

"Isn't it clear what I said?" Zibai sighed, not getting enough sleep and the dream soaked in dog blood made him emotionally impetuous, he said two words wearily, "Forget it."

Shen Ernan stood up: "Don't be angry."

"I won't do it, stupid thing." He was a little anxious and stammered more than usual, "I, I answer, I promise you."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak.

Shen Er'an frowned, and his voice was extremely low, with imperceptible temptations and expectations: "You keep persuading me because you are afraid that I will fall into the pleasure of revenge, right?"

Zizania hehe, that's a good word.

It seems that I have organized it in my heart many times, and I have always wanted to ask.

"What do you think?" Ziao Bai asked back, he felt that Shen was only one thought away from switching to the Zha Gong channel. very dangerous.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Shen Er'an pursed her lips slightly and said, "Thank you."

"You finish your mother's relocation of the grave, heal your injuries, and we will get together again." Zibai said comforting words, he couldn't remember how many times he comforted Shen Ernan, he really did his best, "I just finished the college entrance examination, and the summer vacation is long. Think about your college life."

"Well, I will, think about it." Shen Er'an waited for him to hang up the phone before putting down the phone.

Shen Er'an sat back at the table, with his swollen and red eyes lowered, his eyes wandering between the gun and the pen, wondering what he was thinking.

A few minutes later, Shen Ernan blocked the previous number.

In Germany, in the middle of the night, Chen Yiming was about to go to bed. He received a call from the manager of "Jiye", saying that a newcomer had arrived, and the conditions were the best in recent years.

"What's a good way?" Chen Yiming regained his energy.

"Perfect! Both skin and figure!" The manager was very excited, "I fooled that kid into signing a 30-year contract, and walked away crying with a sum of money I gave him. , but I had someone check him, and found that he was still clean, and he had a sense of story, while 'Die Ye' lacked employees with stories."

Chen Yiming asked the key point: "Which one?"

"The model is a soft and obedient little white rabbit that can be rubbed at will, but," the manager rubbed his hands, "he has resentment in his eyes and strong self-esteem, so it's worth working hard to teach him."

"Look over there." Chen Yiming hung up. Some time ago, he asked someone to find Jiang Yan, and the conditions were set to an unprecedented level, but Jiang Yan was still unwilling to come back to serve the chairman.

I didn't give a reason, I just didn't want to.

Chen Yiming had no choice but to look for a fast-food bed partner for the chairman in Germany while looking forward to the appearance of the real wife of the chairman.

As for the counterfeit Zhiyi, he still lives in Qinxinyuan, and occasionally makes the chairman vent through videos.

The chairman is in a bad mood.

Because the chairman "lost" the piece of land in South Bridge to the young prince of the Cen family, using it as bait for fishing.

But only the little prince was caught, and he knew that he was his person, and he was the eyeliner who had been planted in Nancheng next to the head of the Shen family.

It doesn't matter, the other side's forces.

Zhiyi is not using the Cen family to cover for anyone.

After the result came out, Chen Yiming was always uneasy, feeling that the situation would not be that simple, so he rubbed his face, turned off the lamp and lay down.

Staying abroad is not a problem, let's go back home.

When I return home, I can see the situation more clearly.

Chen Yiming got up after lying down for a while. He called Zhang Zhen, but he couldn't get through. He couldn't fall asleep again when he lay down again.

When the chairman saw Ziabaca, he didn't know what sparks would hit the earth.

The next morning, the Shen family's private plane landed at Xicheng Airport.

Chen Yiming accompanied the chairman to Lanmo Mansion with his mouth full of ulcers. On the way, he was still in contact with Zhang Zhen, but he couldn't get through.

Oh shit.

Chen Yiming swears rarely, but it's still in his heart. He suspected that Zhang Zhen didn't pick up on purpose.

Getting closer to Lanmo Mansion, Chen Yiming sprayed some medicine into his mouth, and asked impatiently: "Chairman, do you want to inform Director Qi first?"

Shen Ji was typing on his laptop, busy with business: "No need."

He put people with his old friends because he wanted to put them in the long run, and he was not in a hurry to accept them.

It's time to charge.

The puppy is heartless, even if he knew that he waited until the end of the college entrance examination to close the line, he must still have no idea what to do.

Chen Yiming felt a throbbing pain in his head when he felt the change in the chairman's breath. He was not worried about what Qi Dong would do to Jiaobai in the past six months.

After all, there is only one condition for Qi Dong to choose someone, that is, to have a good voice and to be unique.

Zizania's voice is mediocre.

Chen Yiming was more worried that Zhang Zhen would take a fancy to Zizania. The protection on the phone was too obvious, and he didn't hide it.

but,

It's okay if Zhang Zhen takes a fancy to him, and Director Qi won't embarrass his old friend for him.

Therefore, people should still be able to take it away.

Chen Yiming's various analyzes along the way just missed a possibility.

It just happened, and it was spread out in front of him and the chairman without warning.

People are not there. Accompany Qi Dong on a business trip.

Chen Yiming peeped at the low-pressure chairman who deserved it, and asked you to say hello in advance, but you didn't.

I thought Zizania azalea was a dead thing without long legs.

Besides, even if he was a dead thing, wouldn't it be possible for someone to take him away?

Chen Yiming didn't dare to say these words, he moved back, away from the center of the storm, and signaled Aunt Liu to stay away.

Aunt Liu put a cup of tea on the table and backed away.

Standing in the small front hall, Shen Ji took out his mobile phone and found a number to dial. When the other end connected, he said, "Ah Liao, I'm in Lanmo Mansion."

"You went to my place." Qi Yiliao said, "What a coincidence, I'm out of town."

Shen sent concisely: "How long?"

"About a week or two." Qi Yiliao pondered.

Shen Ji clasped the table with one hand, his rhythm was slow: "You are on a business trip, why did you bring my puppy?"

Qi Yiluo smiled: "Listen to him reading."

Shen Ji also let out a laugh, very playful: "He has been reading to you for half a year, and you still haven't gotten tired of it?"

Qi Yiliao also seemed very confused: "Yeah, what are you talking about, the more I listen to it, the more I think it's good."

Shen Ji stopped smiling, and slowly closed his jawline: "You send me your specific address, and I will pick up my puppy."

At the end, he added: "Please take care of him for me for the past six months."

Qi Yiluo said with a smile: "Old Shen, I forgot to tell you just now, he is by my side, I turned on the speaker."

Shen Ji's brows twitched, and in the next second, there was a series of cursing on the phone, the voice was young and energetic, piercing, and the tone was full of flexibility and wildness, gnashing teeth between the lines, with contempt and hatred.

"Old dog Shen, are you **** sick? Are you stuffing your brain with **** or you just pressed a cesspit? I have nothing to do with you. It's okay. You, dog dog dog, your mother, take medicine quickly if you are sick. Don't **** come out and pollute the environment!"

When the last word falls, there is a beep.

It was the first time in Shen Ji's life that someone scolded him like this, he was stunned for a while, his face became ferocious.

The quaint high-quality heavy wooden table was kicked over, and the exquisite teacup fell to the ground and fell to pieces. The clear tea brewed with mountain spring water dripped into the fragments, reflecting the ceiling carved with abstract patterns and Shen Ji's anger.

Beicheng, Jiangxi District

Ziao Bai was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the hotel, holding a bowl of cold noodles in his hand. He just had a wave of high-density output and needed tonic.

Qi Yiliao put the phone aside, with a gesture of blame: "Xiaobai, why are you swearing?"

"I've been holding it in for a long time, I can't hold it back." Ziobai didn't show any remorse at all.

Qi Yiliao showed no signs of continuing to educate, he asked another question: "Aren't you going back to Nancheng?"

Zibazania grinned at him with the cold in his mouth, and returned a fart. The word Hui is not used correctly at all. He has no home in Nancheng, so where did he come from 'Hui'.

Qi Yiliao leaned back on the sofa with a loose posture: "Then let me put it another way, don't you go with Lao Shen?"

Ziao Bai sucked a chopstick of cold noodles from his mouth: "I think he is old enough to be my dad, Xiaoqing can go around Nancheng Old Cucumber and pat a bunch of people who have eaten it, and there are still a lot of people waiting to eat? I'll go with him? "

Speaking in one breath, there is no jam.

Qi Yiluo laughed, and then he retracted the curvature of his lips, turned his head sideways, raised his arms to pinch the young man's oily chin, and pulled him closer: "You, you have sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

The words sound familiar, so **** familiar. Zibai was impatient, so she wanted to turn her face back and talk back, but the old pervert said: "When biting others, it is easy to accidentally injure yourself."

"..." Zibazania twitched its drooping eye tails upwards, and there was a grassland blowing in the wind in his eyes, which was full of vitality, vast and free, "That's fine too, killing a thousand enemies and hurting yourself a thousand ones, for me It’s all about making money.”

Qi Yilian's eyes swept over his shiny little canine teeth: "You are young, and you haven't filled in your own experience, but you are living with a lot of ideas."

Zibazania "tsk": "If a person has no ideas, then he is not alive."

Qi Yiliao raised his eyes and looked at him.

Ziobai was inexplicably uncomfortable. He was about to slap the hand holding his chin, but the owner of the hand said in a disgusted tone: "A mouthful of garlic."

"There's no garlic in the cold noodles, so there's no soul." Ziabai poked her head towards Qi Yiliao in a playful manner, and spoke to him. The smell of garlic in his breath wafted to his face.

Qi Yidao did not change his face.

But the white cat on his profile picture...

His beard was raised and his face was scrunched up.

The thin wire that was strangling it loosened a little, and the neck that grew back an inch was still thrown back.

Jiaobai laughed a few times, he didn't explain why he was laughing, but just pushed aside Qi Yiliao's useless hand, and went to eat his cold noodles.

Qi Yiliao picked up the documents on the table and flipped through them, glanced at his touched hand, flipped through the documents, and glanced at his hand again.

After several times, he still went to the bathroom to wash up.

It also smells like garlic after washing.

Only then did Qi Yiliao realize that it wasn't the smell on his hands, but that someone was eating garlic not far from him. He rubbed his forehead and sat back on the sofa, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs.

The phone rang again.

Aunt Liu called, she suppressed her voice: "Sir, Director Shen smashed all the precious flowers and plants in the front yard."

The cigarette biting on Qi Yiliao's lips trembled slightly, and said indifferently, "Let him smash it."

Afterwards, he said lightly, "Take a photo and send it over."

After a while, Aunt Liu sent a photo of the messy front yard.

Qi Yiliao threw the phone on the coffee table with great force.

Ziobai, who was picking up the broken noodles at the bottom of the bowl, noticed something. He took the bowl over and glanced at Qi Yiliao's phone.

The screen was still on. Zibai saw the photo at a glance: "Where is this?"

Ziobac took a look at the broken flower pot 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 Yiluo said while smoking a cigarette.

Jiao Bai's eyes widened, he put the bowls and chopsticks aside, picked up Qi Yiliao's mobile phone and looked closely at the photos, grass, what a yard, it looks like a typhoon has come.

It's still **** Black Whirlwind.

"What's going on here?" Just as Ziabai finished asking, he had a guess that it was Shen Laogou's good deed. His set of Ba Zong Quan attacked indiscriminately and destroyed everything around him.

Ziobai glanced at the old pervert whose brows and eyes were obscured by the smoke from the corner of his eye: "This yard has been smashed up like this, how much is the loss?"

"Several 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 cultivate flowers and plants, which is a pity."

Zizania succulent felt pain in the flesh.

"Especially that cluster of Juliet roses, which took more than ten years to bloom." Qi Yiluo shook his head regretfully.

Zizania let out a breath. He thought the rose was special before, so he searched it on the Internet, and there are millions of flowers. Now he looked for the casualties of the rose from the photos, but he could only find the remains of the broken flowers and leaves.

Suffocated, really suffocated.

He is just a common man, why let him bear these pains.

"Third brother, don't plant too many expensive flowers and plants in Lanmo Mansion," Ziobai said, "It's a plum garden and a bamboo garden. The scenery is good enough. I think it's just that." The front yard and the back yard are so big, you can just come here with all kinds of popular things, and they bloom in different seasons, and you can still live.”

"It makes sense." Qi Yiliao leaned forward and shook a pinch of cigarette ashes into the ashtray, "Then buy a batch of seeds later and plant them for uncle?"

Zibania didn't look at the photos on the phone anymore, he was afraid of having a heart attack after looking at them. Hearing this, he casually said, "Okay."

"Good boy." Before Qi Yiliao's smile spread, he stopped, "Xiaobai."

Zizania: "Huh?"

Qi Yiliao raised his cigarette-clamped hand: "Go and eat your noodles, I'll ask someone to take out the trash after eating."

Zizania: "..."

It was also raining in Beicheng, pouring down, trying to smash the ground into potholes.

Shen Ji didn't call again to ask for the address. It would take a little time for him to find out Qi Yiliao's residence in Beicheng, and it wouldn't be difficult.

Can't tell when it will come.

Zia Bai and Qi Yiliao didn't talk about that matter, one of them was busy with work, and the other was playing games.

In the afternoon, Ziobai received a call from Zhang Zhen, saying that he would be back soon, and asked if he wanted to bring anything to eat.

"No need." Zia Bai twisted around by the window, and then turned around to stretch its muscles, "Drive slowly by yourself."

"I won't drive." Zhang Zhen's breathing was a little heavy, and he was injured.

Zhang Zhen hadn't seen his younger brother for several days, and he was also in Beicheng at the moment, so he couldn't help wanting to see him, touching his head and squeezing his face. I hope my brother doesn't find out about his injury.

After talking with Zhang Zhen, Ziobai received a video invitation. He went to the bedroom to connect 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 up on his phone.

-Dongshan was confused for a while, I have already taught him a lesson, and I will compensate you on his behalf.

-I guarantee that as long as I live, none of the resources of the Chu family will be used on that child named Li.

Qi Yiliao pressed down his cell phone and slowly cleaned up the dirt in the ashtray. He knocked on the door and entered the bedroom on the left, and walked towards the young man sitting at the table. His steps and tone were very lazy and elegant: "Who are you playing the video with?" ?”

Ziobai pulled out an earphone: "Ear." He explained, "Yu Xiang, brother, you still remember."

"I don't remember." Qi Yiliao asked gracefully, "Is it convenient for me to enter?"

Zizania smacks its lips, what's the inconvenience? The old pervert was dressed in a gentleman's skin too tightly, even when he was pressed against the black wall to bite him, **** his wound, and swallow his blood, he restrained himself.

For him to lose control, probably only...

Ziao Bai's index finger flipped the small key on the keychain.

The old pervert was still waiting for the answer, Ziobai smelled the smell of smoke, the woody smell of damp, and a little water vapor on his body.

Ziao Bai waved his hand: "Whatever."

"Then I'll order casually." Qi Yiliao walked over, bent over, lowered his head and approached, with one hand resting on the back of the chair behind him, his slender and cool fingers were slightly closed, and there seemed to be no ground on the fingertips. Touching his shoulder, as if hugging him.

The sound of Yu on the other side of the video exploded.