GBT Chapter 79

Chapter 69

Chu Dong Shan returned on his own, asking others to escort Li Jue away.

But he didn’t expect that when he entered the house, Li Jue was already standing in his living room, his thin body restrained by two people on either side, like a criminal being interrogated.

Chu Dong Shan’s expression instantly darkened. He didn’t even change his shoes before rushing in, “Xiao Jue!”

Li Jue called out blankly, “Second Young Master…”

Chu Dong Shan forcefully kicked away the two servants and pulled the boy into his arms, “Did they lay a hand on you?”

Li Jue gently shook his head.

Chu Dong Shan’s tense nerves finally relaxed.

“Second Young Master, you’re hurting me.” Li Jue’s eyelashes trembled delicately.

“Sorry.” Chu Dong Shan lessened his grip, but he couldn’t bear to let go. The texture in his palm was smooth and delicate, better than any jade he had ever touched. He couldn’t help but caress it twice, and said softly, “I’ll take you back first.”

Li Jue hesitated, tears welling up in his eyes.

“It’s okay, I can handle things at my house.” Chu Dong Shan was utterly softened.

The Old Master sat on the sofa and watched for a long time, unable to bear it any longer, he tapped his cane, “Pull them apart! Pull them apart!”

For a moment, a live broadcast of a “yuān yāng bàng dǎ – hitting mandarin ducks with a stick” scene was playing out under the chandelier.

The younger one cried, the older one roared, a complete mess.

Chu Dong Shan was the most famous second-generation heir in West City when he was young. He played whatever was fun. Two years ago, he fell for a boy at the hot spring villa, and ended up shedding tears and blood, becoming a complete joke. He thought 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 had tasted everything, and it was easy to fall for a simple and pure child.

Chu Dong Shan felt that after experiencing betrayal and depravity, he was not worthy of a clean and pure relationship. He didn’t ask for eternal love or mutual affection, only for the child to be safe and sound.

But now even that was not allowed. One by one, they all came to interfere.

Chu Dong Shan was no match for four hands with his two fists. He didn’t have a gun on him, and he had to hold onto Li Jue. He knocked down one wave, and another came. His offensive gradually weakened.

Li Jue was forcibly pulled away from his side and stumbled to the ground.

“Second Young Master!” Li Jue cried out in alarm.

Chu Dong Shan was held back, his eyes bloodshot, “Dad, what are you trying to do with this scene so late at night?”

“What am I doing?” The Old Master’s blood pressure rose, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Chu Dong Shan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, “Be clear.”

“Be clear? Your old man can’t even figure this out!” The Old Master rose with his cane, “Last year, you didn’t even give a heads-up before bringing that little boyfriend of yours back, turning the house upside down. I said that kid wasn’t honest, but you wouldn’t listen. You said you were serious, more serious than you had ever been, and you even declared that you would be with him forever.”

The Old Master poked his younger son’s spine, each word like a knife, stabbing him in his most painful places. The Old Master still had hope for his younger son.

“And what happened? It wasn’t long before you found out he had been wearing a green hat for a year. The news spread, and the company’s stock price fell. You didn’t care how many sleepless nights your older brother had. You were decadent, drinking, racing, messing around. If I hadn’t locked you up, you would have even gotten into drugs!”

The Old Master’s sternness was somewhat weary, “This year, you’re replaying that act again. Dong Shan, why can’t you learn from your older brother and be down-to-earth in your life and work?”

Chu Dong Shan sneered, “Why should I learn from him? Isn’t one chess piece for the Chu family enough?”

The Old Master’s hand, gripping the cane, trembled, and he swung the cane, “You good-for-nothing!”

Chu Dong Shan’s back took a solid hit. He stood very straight, his face full of sarcasm, “Your older brother’s studies, work, and marriage were all decided by you. Even the number of his offspring…”

The rest of the words were replaced by a muffled groan.

The Old Master used to be a soldier when he was young. His body was no longer strong, but his imposing manner remained. He swung the cane several times in a row, until his younger son’s back was bent, before stopping, “I shouldn’t have listened to your older brother and given you freedom. All these years of freedom, all you’ve gained is the title of West City’s dissolute playboy, and nothing else!”

Chu Dong Shan didn’t show embarrassment or explode. He grabbed his messy hair, brushed it back, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes were filled with peace, “You’ve been saying these words smoothly, hiding them in your heart for a long time, haven’t you? You finally have a chance to pour them out. Your older brother is your pride, and I,”

He pointed to himself, “am your shame.”

The Old Master’s face turned green with anger. At this critical moment, Chu Dong Shan asked, “Dad, can you tell me who told you about Xiao Jue?”

“You still haven’t realized the point, or I haven’t hit you enough.” The Old Master roared at the bodyguards holding down his younger son, “Hold him down for me, hold him down until he’s dead!”

As he spoke, he swung his cane again.

Li Jue, who was paralyzed on the ground, cried out, “Don’t hit him! Don’t hit Second Young Master!”

He crawled over, wanting to pull the bodyguards away, but he couldn’t move them. He cried and begged, kowtowing to the Old Master, “Please, please don’t hit Second Young Master. It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault. Hit me, hit me, please…”

The living room was filled with the sound of kowtowing.

The Old Master was so annoyed that he was about to have a heart attack. He heavily whipped his younger son with his cane.

A fishy sweetness surged into Chu Dong Shan’s throat. He knelt on one knee, his back a bloody mess.

Li Jue scrambled to Chu Dong Shan’s side, his lips, stained with tears, trembled. He was so frightened that he was frozen, crying blankly, “Second Young Master… Second Young Master, how are you?”

Chu Dong Shan gently wiped the blood from the boy’s forehead where he had kowtowed. His eyes were red, and his heart ached as if it had been hit by something huge.

The Old Master was both angry and regretful. He should have taught his younger son a lesson in the study, not in the living room, in front of that thing that was going to bring disaster to the Chu family. This beating only brought the two of them closer together.

The Old Master waved his hand, and the bodyguards forcibly dragged Li Jue out of the living room.

“Let him go!” Chu Dong Shan’s eyes were about to burst.

A document was thrown over, blocking his vision. By the time he looked again, the boy’s figure was gone, and he couldn’t even hear his cries.

He only heard his father’s voice from above, “This is the information about your fiancée. The engagement is next month.”

Chu Dong Shan braced himself on the ground and slowly stood up, rebellious and arrogant, “Dad, you’re senile, aren’t you? I’m gay. I can’t sleep with women.”

The Old Master was so angered by his younger son that he calmed down instead, “If you can’t even provide sperm, then get out of the Chu family.”

Chu Dong Shan took a step towards the direction the boy had been taken.

“Without the money and power that the Chu family gives you, you can’t even find a decent job. Do you think he’ll still be with you?” The Old Master’s voice rang out from behind.

Chu Dong Shan coughed and laughed, “Don’t even talk about being with me. Xiao Jue only sees me as a friend.”

The Old Master’s eyelids twitched. According to his investigation, his younger son had picked up this garbage by the sea at the beginning of the year. Several months had passed, and he still hadn’t touched him.

This was even deeper than when he had fallen for that Xiao Li.

Chu Dong Shan had only taken a few steps when he sensed something was wrong. Before he could react, he was knocked unconscious by a cane.

The Old Master gasped for breath and had his servants take his younger son away and lock him up. He drank half a cup of cold tea in the living room before going to the reception room on the first floor.

Li Jue was sitting on a chair, tapping his fingers, his eyes dull, his face pale.

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

“My son isn’t coming.” The Old Master entered, tapping his cane, “Stop your tears.”

Li Jue used the back of his hand to wipe away the tear stains on his face. He stood up, his hands clenched, “Grandpa, you’ve misunderstood. Second Young Master and I are not…”

“Who is your grandfather?” The Old Master had no good feelings for this weak boy. He hated crying and sniveling juniors the most. “Calling me that the first time we meet, at best it’s polite, at worst it’s shameless.”

Li Jue’s lips trembled, unable to utter a sound, only silently shedding tears of grievance.

Tears formed lines and gathered on his white chin, falling down one by one.

Like an epiphyllum in the wind and rain.

The Old Master picked up his cane and slammed it down heavily, “You used this trick to get close to my son?”

Li Jue shook his head Keep going, “No… I didn’t… I really didn’t…”

He gave a bitter smile, “Second Young Master is my savior.”

“Then your way of repaying your savior is really something I can’t agree with.” The Old Master had spent too much energy tonight and was tired. He didn’t want to say more, “Get out of West City.”

Li Jue didn’t move.

The Old Master snorted coldly, “What, have you watched too many TV dramas, waiting for me to open a check and slap you in the face?”

Li Jue’s face was burning, as if the places where Jiao Bai had slapped him were hurting again. He swayed unsteadily, his nails digging into his palms. He lowered his head and bowed, “Chu Grandpa, please calm down. It’s not worth getting so angry for me. I’ll leave.”

“I just want to see Second Young Master. I want to know if he’s badly injured.” Li Jue pleaded cautiously.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll have people take care of my son’s health.” The Old Master said, “You should spend more time by your grandmother’s side, instead of doing things that are neither fish nor fowl all day long.”

Li Jue’s blood rushed to his cheeks, and then dissipated in an instant. His face turned white as he slowly straightened up and walked out with unsteady steps, muttering to himself, “I was sponsored by the Qi family to get the opportunity to study at South City Three Middle School. I want to live well in South City. I study hard.”

“Later, the Qi family fell, and I started working part-time. During that time, I was muddle-headed and got involved in a kidnapping case. I had an older brother, even though the environment was difficult at that time, and I was very helpless, my older brother still took care of me very carefully, thinking of everything for me.”

“But…” Li Jue’s eyes were red and dry, not a single tear could fall, “The second brother, whom I wanted to get close to with all my heart, pushed me off the boat and told me that the older brother wasn’t mine, that I was just an imposter, using someone else’s identity.”

“Later, the brother next door who I grew up with since I was a child lied to me. He colluded with others to make me a joke. The person I like hates me… What did I do wrong?”

“Your existence is a mistake.” The Old Master’s voice rang out in the reception room.

Li Jue was stunned, “Existence is a mistake…”

Why?

Why is my existence a mistake? I even feel bad for several days when I kill a chicken during the holidays, my conscience is disturbed and I can’t sleep. Why shouldn’t I exist? I haven’t harmed anyone.

Li Jue returned to South City in a daze. On the way, he received a call from the hospital, saying that his grandmother was critically ill. He stood on the street, at a loss.

Rain fell on his eyelids, and he cowered, like a child who had a nightmare and was startled awake, running towards the hospital in panic and helplessness.

He fell, covered in mud, his knees in great pain. Li Jue staggered to his feet and continued to run.

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

The doctor on duty in the ward saw him and came out in a few strides, asking him why he didn’t have an umbrella and if he had fallen.

“My grandmother…” Li Jue didn’t have the face to go in, afraid and scared, afraid that his grandmother would be filled with the aura of death. He had been absent-minded when he came to the hospital recently, and his grandmother must have sensed it. She was leaving. He grabbed the doctor’s white coat, his delicate features filled with fear and anxiety, “Save my grandmother…”

The doctor sighed, “If the surgery is to be done, the preparations will take a while, the cost is too high, and the success rate is not high. Even if the surgery is successful, the old lady…”

“My grandmother is my only relative.” Li Jue stumbled into the doctor’s arms, burning with a fever, his whole body scalding, repeating that sentence over and over again.

The doctor awkwardly held the person in his arms. At the end of last year, the patient’s bedsores worsened, and the family member was not around. The caregiver felt overwhelmed and quit, so a new caregiver needed to be found. He couldn’t contact the young man, so he paid the expenses and arranged for a caregiver.

Since the new year, the doctor hadn’t mentioned this matter.

The doctor’s family was average, and this patient’s expenses had exceeded his ability to pay. He couldn’t help, and felt sorry for the young man.

Li Jue left a sentence, “I’ll bring the money back,” and ran. He went to the place in South City where he could make money the fastest.

–Di Ye.

At this time, the employees of “Di Ye” were either half-dead and lying on the beds of customers, or curled up in the blankets, their bodies soaked in desire, sleeping in the dormitories. There were only two security guards at the door.

Li Jue’s footsteps took root, unable to move a single step. He huddled in the corner, clutching his phone tightly, biting his hand with his teeth, his eyes filled with hesitant light.

After a while, Li Jue raised his head and dialed a number engraved in his heart, “Shen Er An, save me…”

Shen Er An was at the temple, performing a Buddhist mass for his mother. Seeing an unfamiliar number, he answered it subconsciously.

But the voice that came from the phone was not the one he was expecting.

“Shen Er An…” The voice was timid, small, like the last spark in the wind and snow, “I’m sorry, I did that kind of thing to you. I was impulsive, bewitched, I deserve to die.”

“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, no, five hundred thousand is also okay… No, five hundred thousand is not enough, give me a little more, I’ll let you dispose of me… My grandmother is dying, please…” Li Jue was incoherent, he thought his tears had already dried up at the Chu family, but they welled up again at this moment.

Shen Er An’s stomach cramped, nauseated by something disgusting, but the hand he placed on the hang-up button didn’t press it down. He heard his own strange, indifferent voice, “Anything, willing, to do?”

Li Jue was stunned. He whispered, as if afraid of disturbing his god, “Yes, yes, yes, you can take revenge on me however you want, I beg you…”

Shen Er An’s ruthless thin lips moved slightly, and a word was about to come out, but suddenly a phone call came in on his phone.

It was still an unfamiliar number.

Shen Er An unconsciously pressed the button, hanging up the number he was talking to and answering the second call.

When the familiar voice entered his ears, he moved his stiff, cold fingers, and then realized that he didn’t know when he had grasped a gun.

He held it tightly, and the gun pressed a deep mark into his palm.

“Shen Er An?” Jiao Bai called out again. He was in the car, and hadn’t woken up yet. He called Shen Er An in a daze, using Qi Yi Liao’s phone. He had forgotten to charge his own last night. Summer was humid everywhere, and his brain was too, as if it had been flooded, making him forget things.

Shen Er An put down the gun and grasped the pen for copying scriptures, his fingers no longer cold and stiff, but came alive, “Mm.”

“How are the arrangements for your mother’s grave relocation going?” Jiao Bai nestled in the leather seat, not wearing shoes, only a pair of low-cut cotton socks, black, revealing a section of white and slender ankle.

Shen Er An said, “Smoothly.”

“That’s good.” Jiao Bai’s ending sound was blurred, his eyelids heavy.

Shen Er An said in a low voice, “You’re not at Lan Mo Manor?”

“No, I came out.” Jiao Bai’s voice was even more muffled, and his foot curled up on the seat accidentally stretched out, resting on something hard and warm. Realizing it was the old pervert’s thigh, he quickly retracted his foot and cleared his throat, “Your Uncle Qi is on a business trip, and I had nothing to do, so I followed along.”

Shen Er An told him to be careful.

Jiao Bai glanced at the old pervert with his eyes closed and lowered his voice, “By the way, I’ll tell you again, regarding your desire to take revenge on Li Jue, you can do it according to your own ideas after a while, which is to make the Chu family no longer his support, but don’t do anything else stupid.”

Shen Er An looked at the black holes poked in the paper, “You still, don’t approve of me, taking revenge?”

Jiao Bai: “…”

Last night, he dreamed of all the scum and blood parts of “Broken Wings,” and he hadn’t recovered yet, it was really intense. He could only keep to himself that this world was a comic book, and he couldn’t reveal it to anyone.

“Isn’t what I said clear enough?” Jiao Bai sighed, not getting enough sleep plus the dream soaked in dog blood made him irritable. He said two words wearily, “Forget it.”

Shen Er An stood up, “Don’t be, angry.”

“I won’t do, stupid things.” He was a little anxious, more stuttering than usual, “I, I prom, promise you.”

The person on the other end of the phone didn’t say anything.

Shen Er An frowned, his voice extremely low, with an imperceptible trace of probing and anticipation, “You keep persuading me, are you afraid that I’ll be trapped in the pleasure of revenge, right?”

Jiao Bai chuckled, that was smooth.

It seemed that he had organized it many times in his heart, and always wanted to ask.

“What do you think?” Jiao Bai asked back, he felt that Shen Er An was only one thought away from switching to the scum gong channel. Very dangerous.

Shen Er An listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and his pursed lips curved slightly after a long time, “Thank you.”

“After you’re done with your mother’s grave relocation, heal your injuries, and we’ll get together again.” Jiao Bai said comforting words, he couldn’t remember how many times he had comforted Shen Er An, he was really doing his best, “It’s just after the college entrance examination, the summer vacation is very long, think about your university life.”

“Mm, I will, think about it.” Shen Er An put down his phone after he hung up.

Shen Er An sat back at the table, his swollen and red eyes drooping, his gaze wandering between the gun and the pen, not knowing what he was thinking.

A few minutes later, Shen Er An blacklisted the previous number.

Germany, late at night, Chen Yi Ming was preparing to sleep when he received a call from the manager of “Di Ye,” saying that a newcomer had arrived, with the best conditions in recent years.

“How good?” Chen Yi Ming perked up.

“Perfect! Skin and body are both!” The manager was very excited, “That kid signed a thirty-year contract after being persuaded by me, and left crying with a sum of money I gave him. He’s all in big-name goods, but I had someone check him and found that he was still clean. It’s very story-like, and ‘Di Ye’ lacks employees with stories.”

Chen Yi Ming asked for the key points, “Which type?”

“The type is docile and soft, a little white rabbit that can be rubbed at will, but,” the manager rubbed his hands, “there is resentment in his eyes, and his self-esteem is strong, it’s worth putting in the effort to teach him well.”

“You can handle it over there.” Chen Yi Ming hung up. He had someone contact Jiang Yan some time ago, and the conditions were so high to an unprecedented degree, but Jiang Yan still didn’t want to come back to serve the chairman.

He didn’t give a reason, he just didn’t want to.

Chen Yi Ming had no choice but to look for a fast-food bed partner for the chairman in Germany, while hoping that the real chairman’s wife would appear.

As for that counterfeit Zhi Yi, she was still living in Qin Xin Garden, occasionally letting the chairman vent through video.

The chairman was in a bad mood.

Because the chairman “lost” the land in Nan Qiao to the young Crown Prince of the Cen family, using it as bait to catch fish.

But he only caught that young Crown Prince, Zhi Yi was his man, his planted in Nan City, an eyeliner by the side of the head of the Shen family.

There was no so-called other force.

Zhi Yi was also not using the Cen family to cover up for anyone.

After that result came out, Chen Yi Ming had been uneasy, feeling that things wouldn’t be that simple. He rubbed his face, turned off the desk lamp, and lay down.

Staying abroad wasn’t a good thing, go back home.

Going back home could see the situation more clearly.

Chen Yi Ming lay down for a while and then got up. He called Zhang Zhen, but he didn’t get through. He lay down again, but couldn’t sleep anyway.

What a scene it would be when the chairman met Jiao Bai.

The next morning, the Shen family’s private plane landed at West City Airport.

Chen Yi Ming went to Lan Mo Manor with the chairman with ulcers all over his mouth, and on the way he was still contacting Zhang Zhen, but he couldn’t get through.

Damn it.

Chen Yi Ming rarely cursed, and still in his heart. He suspected that Zhang Zhen was deliberately not answering.

The closer they got to Lan Mo Manor, the more Chen Yi Ming sprayed some medicine into his mouth and couldn’t help but ask, “Chairman, would you like to inform Director Qi first?”

Shen Ji was busy with official duties by hitting his laptop: “No need.”

He put the person in the old friend, is to put a long line, not in a hurry to close.

Now it was time to collect.

The puppy was carefree, even if he knew that he specially waited until the end of the college entrance examination to collect the line, he definitely still wouldn’t know what’s good for him.

Chen Yi Ming felt the change in the chairman’s aura, and his brain hurt with twitching. He didn’t worry about how Director Qi treated Jiao Bai in the past six months.

After all, Director Qi’s condition for choosing people was only one, a good voice, unique.

Jiao Bai’s voice was average.

Chen Yi Ming was more worried that Zhang Zhen had taken a fancy to Jiao Bai. The maintenance in the phone was too obvious, not hidden at all.

However,

Even if Zhang Zhen took a fancy to him, it wouldn’t matter. Director Qi wouldn’t make his old friend embarrassed for him.

So, he should still be able to take the person away.

Chen Yi Ming analyzed it in various ways along the way, but he missed a possibility.

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

The person was not there. Accompanied Director Qi on a business trip.

Chen Yi Ming peeked at the chairman who had a low pressure around him and deserved it, telling him to call in advance, but he didn’t.

Thinking that Jiao Bai was a dead thing, with no legs.

Besides, even if he was a dead thing, wasn’t it possible for someone to take him away?

Chen Yi Ming didn’t dare to say these words, he moved back, a little far from the center of the coming storm, and signaled Aunt Liu not to approach either.

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

Shen Ji stood in the small front hall, took out his mobile phone to find a number and dialed it. As soon as the other end answered, he said, “A Liao, I’m at Lan Mo Manor.”

“You went to my place.” Qi Yi Liao said, “That’s really unfortunate, I’m out of town.”

Shen Ji briefly summarized, “How long?”

“About a week or two.” Qi Yi Liao pondered.

Shen Ji tapped the table with one hand, the rhythm slow and heavy, “You went on a business trip, how come you brought my puppy with you?”

Qi Yi Liao laughed, “Listen to him reading.”

Shen Ji also let out a laugh, very playful, “He’s been reading it to you for half a year, aren’t you tired of it yet?”

Qi Yi Liao seemed very puzzled, “Yes, you say what’s going on, the more I listen, the more I think it’s good.”

Shen Ji stopped laughing, and his jaw line slowly retracted, “Send me the specific address of where you are, I’ll pick up my puppy.”

Finally, he added, “Thank you for taking care of him for me for the past six months.”

Qi Yi Liao said with a smile, “Old Shen, I forgot to tell you just now, he’s right next to me, I turned on the speakerphone.”

Shen Ji’s eyebrows jumped, and the next moment, there was a series of curses on the phone. The voice was young and energetic, prickly, and the tone was full of tenacious wildness, gnashing his teeth between the lines, despising and abhorring.

“Shen old dog, are you sick, did you fill your brain with shit or did you have a cesspool in it? What’s my relationship with you? Are you not sick, dog, dog, your mother ah, take medicine if you are sick, don’t come out to pollute the environment!”

The last word fell, and there was a beeping sound.

Shen Ji was scolded like this for the first time in his life. He was stunned for a while, and his face became hideous.

The ancient and simple high-grade sink wood table was kicked over, and the exquisite tea cup fell on the ground, torn apart. The clear tea brewed with mountain spring water flowed in the debris, reflecting the ceiling carved with abstract patterns, and Shen Ji’s anger.

North City, Jiangxi District

Jiao Bai was sitting on the living room sofa in the hotel, holding a bowl of cold noodles in his hand, he had just had a high-density output and needed to replenish.

Qi Yi Liao put the phone aside, with a blaming expression, “Xiao Bai, why are you swearing?”

“I couldn’t hold back after holding it in for so long.” Jiao Bai didn’t mean to repent at all.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t show any signs of wanting to continue educating him, and he asked another question, “Not going back to South City?”

Jiao Bai grinned at him with cold noodles in his mouth, he wasn’t going back. The word “go back” wasn’t used correctly at all, he didn’t have a home in South City, where did the “go back” come from.

Qi Yi Liao leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, “Then I’ll put it another way, not going with Old Shen?”

Jiao Bai sucked up the cold noodles from the side of his mouth, “Do I want him, who is old enough to be my dad, and whose affair history can circle South City, a bunch of old cucumbers that have been patted and eaten by a bunch of people, and there’s still a bunch of people waiting to eat them, I’m not going with him?”

He said it all in one breath, without even stuttering.

Qi Yi Liao smiled, and then he retracted the curve on his lips, turned his head, raised his arm and pinched the young man’s oily chin, pulling him closer, “You, you have a sharp tongue.”

This was familiar, too familiar. Jiao Bai was impatient and was about to give a retort with a cold face, but he heard the old pervert say, “When biting others, it’s easy to accidentally hurt yourself.”

“…” Jiao Bai’s drooping eyes lifted up, and there was a prairie fluttering in the wind, full of vitality, vast and free, “That’s okay too, killing the enemy by one thousand, losing one thousand and one myself, it’s all a win for me.”

Qi Yi Liao’s eyes swept over his bright little tiger teeth: “You’re young, and haven’t filled your life with experiences yet, but you live with ideas.”

Jiao Bai “tsk”ed, “If people don’t have ideas, then it’s not called living.”

Qi Yi Liao raised his eyes and looked at him.

Jiao Bai was inexplicably uncomfortable. He was about to give the hand pinching his chin a claw, but the owner of the hand said in a disgusted tone, “Garlic breath.”

“Cold noodles don’t have garlic, then they have no soul.” Jiao Bai mischievously moved his head closer to Qi Yi Liao, talking to him. The garlic breath in his breath floated towards his face.

Qi Yi Liao’s face didn’t change.

But the white cat on his head…

Its whiskers perked up, and its face was wrinkled into a ball.

The thin wire that tied it was a little loose, and its neck, which had grown back a small inch, was still tilted back.

Jiao Bai laughed a few times, he didn’t explain why he was laughing, he just pushed away Qi Yi Liao’s hand, which didn’t use much force, and went to the side to eat his cold noodles.

Qi Yi Liao picked up the documents on the table and flipped through them, glanced at the hand he had touched, flipped the documents, and glanced at his hand again.

After a few times, he still went to the bathroom to wash it.

After washing, he still felt like he smelled garlic.

Qi Yi Liao then realized that it wasn’t the smell on his hand, it was because someone was eating garlic not far from him. He rubbed his forehead and sat back on the sofa, lighting a cigarette and taking two puffs.

The phone rang again.

Aunt Liu called, and she lowered her voice, “Sir, Director Shen has smashed all the precious flowers and plants in the front yard.”

The cigarette bitten in Qi Yi Liao’s lips trembled slightly, and he didn’t care, “Let him smash it.”

Then, he said lightly, “Take a picture and send it over.”

After a while, Aunt Liu sent the photo, which was a mess of the front yard.

Qi Yi Liao threw his phone on the coffee table, not lightly.

Jiao Bai, who was scooping the crushed noodles from the bottom of the bowl, noticed something. He took the bowl and chopsticks to the side and glanced at Qi Yi Liao’s phone.

The screen was still on. Jiao Bai saw the photo at a glance, “Where is this?”

Jiao Bai looked at the broken flower pot in the lower left corner of the photo, a little familiar. It wasn’t the place he was thinking of, right?

“Your favorite front yard.” Qi Yi Liao said, smoking a cigarette.

Jiao Bai’s eyes widened, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and picked up Qi Yi Liao’s phone to look at the photo. Grass, the nice yard was like a typhoon had come through.

It was still Black Whirlwind.

Jiao Bai glanced at the old pervert whose eyebrows and eyes were covered by smoke, “What’s going on here?” Just after he asked, he had a guess, it must be the good deed of the Shen old dog, his set of tyrant fist attacked indiscriminately, destroying everything around him.

Jiao Bai used the corner of his eye to glance at the old pervert whose eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in smoke: “How much money was lost when this yard was smashed like this?”

“A few Qin Xin Garden houses.” Qi Yi Liao sighed helplessly, “The money doesn’t matter, the key is that it takes a lot of time and energy to cultivate flowers and plants, it’s a pity.”

Jiao Bai felt heartache listening to him.

“Especially that cluster of Juliet roses, which took more than ten years to bloom.” Qi Yi Liao shook his head regretfully.

Jiao Bai gasped, he thought the roses were quite special before, so he searched online, and one flower was millions. At this time, he looked for the rose’s casualties in the photo, but could only find tattered petals and remnants.

He was suffocating, really suffocating.

He was just an ordinary person, why was he made to suffer these pains.

“Third Brother, don’t plant too many expensive flowers and plants in Lan Mo Manor,” Jiao Bai had a problem of feeling sorry for others, “There’s also a Plum Garden, and a Bamboo Garden, the scenery is good enough. I think just the front yard and back yard, the place is so big, just plant some popular species, each blooming in its own season, and they’re also durable.”

“What you said makes sense.” Qi Yi Liao leaned over and flicked a bit of cigarette ash into the ashtray, “Then buy a batch of seeds later, will you help Uncle plant them?”

Jiao Bai didn’t look at the photos on the phone anymore, he was afraid of having a heart attack if he continued to look. Hearing this, he casually said, “Sure.”

“Good.” Qi Yi Liao’s smile stopped before it spread, “Xiao Bai.”

Jiao Bai: “Mm?”

Qi Yi Liao raised the hand holding the cigarette, “Go eat your noodles, after eating, I’ll have someone take the garbage out.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

North City was also raining, pouring down, wanting to smash the ground into potholes.

Shen Ji didn’t call again to ask for the address. He could find Qi Yi Liao’s residence in North City, it would just take some time, it wasn’t difficult.

He might come over at any time.

Jiao Bai and Qi Yi Liao didn’t talk about that aspect of things. One was busy with work, and the other