C15 Not for Miss Jiang Yueming

He could clearly see his own reflection in the music, and the smell was so uneven: the sky, the woman's eyes, so clear, so bright, so large, so black, looked like the first hyacinth to greet spring.

He was deeply shocked by his own discovery.

Her lips pressed down, almost, against hers.

Little Treasure stared quietly at his lustful eyes. Two men and women, firewood and firewood, it was hard for him to endure for so long.

"What, you're not keeping watch for Miss Jiang Yueming?"

He jumped up.

As though he had seen a ghost, he turned around and left.

Behind her, Little Treasure was still lying down leisurely. As the breeze blew, the leaves fell down one by one, covering her entire face.

It was a lonely place in the Ginkgo biloba forest. Li Xiaobao slowly walked toward the kitchen. As he was walking, he suddenly stopped. For the first time in days, she saw people — or rather, people other than the music.

It was an old man with snow-white hair. He was leaning on his walking stick as he sat alone on the bench and violently coughed. His cough was abnormal, as if a person's internal organs were about to pop out. Cough cough * His entire body trembled, and if not for his back leaning against the back of the chair, he would have immediately collapsed.

Little Treasure quickly walked over and supported him, quickly lifting him up and tightly pinching his fingertips. A moment later, the purple on the old man's lips faded and he took the bottle of medicine next to him with a trembling hand. Little Treasure lifted the cap of the bottle and took out a pill for him. He examined it carefully, but didn't hand it over to him. This is a chronic disease. Every time you have an attack, you take a pinch on the tip of your finger. Every night, you can pinch the palm of your hand. "It's here, it won't be so easy if you can last three months …"

The old man listened attentively, and when he had memorized the details, he looked at her slowly, from head to toe, from foot to head. Li Xiaobao had never been studied for such a long time by anyone. However, she wasn't nervous because the old man's gaze was surprisingly gentle. Even if he looked at her for such a long time, you wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

But without a word, he turned and walked away, leaning on his cane. Who is he? Why did he appear here? Li Xiaobao didn't ask and didn't want to ask. He was just a passing guest of this house, why should he meddle in this?

One day, she suddenly stopped staying at home.

He was back in his suit, driving in and out.

People were coming back to the house.

First came Aunt Wang, then the security guards, then the gardener … Then, Little Treasure saw Shi Shi, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

When everyone saw her, there was an indescribably strange look in their eyes … Yes, Little Treasure thought, why is Aunt Wang looking at me like that? Instead of calling her Little Treasure, she said, "Miss, you've worked hard."

Even Shishi, who had always been casual with her, changed her attitude and even called her "Miss" when they were in private.

Aunt Wang spoke with unquestionable authority: "Miss, the 'Parasol Tree Pavilion' has been prepared. Please move to the Parasol Tree Pavilion."

Everything was fine, what was the point in moving them?

However, Little Treasure was too lazy to think about it. In any case, she didn't bring anything with her.

The Wutong Pavilion was a two-storey house, surrounded by climbing tigers and golden leaves on the walls. Standing on the terrace, you can pick the golden ginkgo fruit.

There was a huge difference between the West Seven Towers and the one they used to live in.

Shi Shi busied herself with the task of becoming a seventh rank official in front of the Prime Minister.

"Miss, you sure are lucky. Just say it, how can those foxes, the boss's foxes, compare to you?" When they saw that their boss was about to suffer misfortune, they all scattered … However, they didn't know that old mister Qu was only such an only child. No matter how good a nephew he was, he was still a nephew. After all, how could he bear to have his son fall apart from the first level? Well, the Qu family was rich, they earned back in just a few rounds. "I heard that old mister has mobilized tens of billions of yuan to help the boss. Everything has been returned …"

So, the illegitimate child in his father's legend was just a nephew? After showing some respect to Songzi, her father was still soft-hearted. It was really like leaning against a tree to take advantage of the shade. No matter how big of a mistake a child made, it would still be a child!

"No matter how much a nephew wishes to kiss a son, a father will never forget his son …" "I heard that father only gave his son a way out, because the young master caused too much trouble, and all the board members had a big opinion of him. When I saw that my father was very decisive and did not show favouritism, I calmed them down, and with the young master's good attitude, I sincerely criticized him at the board of directors, and gave him a military order saying that if he was given another year, he would make amends up …

Shi Shi's eyebrows danced as she poured out all the gossip she had heard.

Li Xiaobao thought, "It's just that father Yan punishes the wastrel and kills chickens and monkeys. He's just putting on an act and putting on a show to seal off the leisurely path ahead of us."

Little Treasure asked casually, "Why did father transfer all of you away last time?"

"To teach young master a lesson." Let him know that life is hard when there is no one serving him and he has no money. "

Shi Shi said in an aged tone, "People like the boss usually curry favor with their alcoholic friends. Without money, there's no way a friend can be fawning over them... Father wanted him to learn a lesson and improve … "A prodigal son cannot be exchanged for money …"

Rich men beat their sons.

This lesson might not be profound.

Little Treasure was suspicious. How much of a lesson could Qu Cong receive in these few months?

However, parents and children, parents are always in the role of compromise. Otherwise, where did all these prodigal sons in the world come from?

Wasn't it because his parents doted on him so unscrupulously?

Shishi was extremely envious, "People say that you are loyal, Miss Li. You did not take the opportunity to run away. See, the boss must have a whole new level of respect for you. Right now I'll let you stay at the Wutong Pavilion. In the future, won't you have whatever you want? Hello, Miss … "Little Treasure …"

The person on the bed had already collapsed onto the pillow.

She felt so relieved. After being tired for so many days, she was preparing three meals a day. How could she be a beloved concubine? She was even more miserable than a cook.

They said it was good to be a mistress, very good, just to sleep, money came rolling in.

What about her?

He relied on brute force to survive.

Now, he had finally returned to his true life of living a life of luxury.

What else could he ask for?

It didn't matter if it was a wutong or an ox shed, as long as he didn't have to work anymore, he would be the Amitabha.

However, it was clear that Shishi didn't think of her as a "mistress" anymore. She treated her as her own wife and talked all day in front of her, "Miss Li, you should seize this opportunity …"

What opportunity?

"Let the boss marry you? "No matter what, you're still a bad wife. You've shared hardships with the boss …"

Dirty wife!

She heard the words again.

In this world, the most cruel thing was none other than to say 'a rotten wife' – that was the end of a rotten wife. Just these two words alone showed just how lowly one's original status was.

Faintly, it was an extremely ominous premonition.

He would never be able to defeat the newlyweds.

It's not that women are a waste, men will miss you good, forever will never change their hearts. On the contrary, it was like a pile of rotten chaff. It would not be a pity to throw away any of the surplus material that was on the outside of the rice grains.

Everyone loves the big white rice, who loves the rough layer of millet bran on top of it?

First, each month's money would increase exponentially. Then, Shi Shi would send over many things, including Hermes' gold bag, crocodile skin, Chanel Set, and the Gucci Women's Dress … There were many presents that Little Treasure could not name.

There was a large dressing room, an open wardrobe, and a shoe and hat section. At first glance, there were many new clothes, various high-heeled shoes, and a variety of matching scarves and bags … It was like a high-end specialty store.

Every time Shishi brought in a batch of things, she would let out a cry of surprise.

"Little Treasure, you're rich …"

"Little Treasure, you're too kind …"

"Little Treasure, you made the right bet this time." "Your vision is really deep. I really can't see that you're actually so smart and scheming, but those short-sighted celebrities aren't as good as you …"

"Little Treasure, give me this bag, okay?" "Oh right, I like this skincare set …"

Little Treasure buried his head in his own game of chess, oblivious to everything that was happening.

Even though she hadn't played chess with Melody for a long time, this outdated game was still the only thing she enjoyed besides eating and sleeping.

Shi Shi was nagging, "How can it be fun to play chess alone? "It's too boring. Little Treasure, you should wear these beautiful clothes and go out everywhere to show off. Don't you envy those little celebrities to death …"

A cough came from the door.

Shishi hurriedly retreated.

The goldsmith came in, looked around, and his eyes fell on the game of chess. Just as Shishi had said, how lonely was it that a person could keep playing chess with her?

However, he didn't realize at all that all he saw was a room full of luxury goods and a smile. "Li Xiaobao, is it a surprise?"

Little Treasure looked at all the wealth and splendor on the floor, then looked at his fingers that had almost become thick and rough. He casually picked up a chess piece, but before it landed, he casually replied, "Master, can we live like this for a lifetime?"

He said with infinite certainty, "Yes! No one will be able to drive you away from here in this lifetime. "

The expression on his face had disappeared, and he was dressed in formal attire. He looked like a very good young man, full of spirit and self-confidence.