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Wang Zhao Mou lowered his eyes and silently corrected his cognition.
So, this rumored head of the Leng family was actually a lonely man, and he also regards his deceased brother’s child as his son.
The Leng family should have lost two children that year. No wonder they didn’t show much joy after finding Ji Lian Huo.
What’s wrong with the Leng family?! Losing two children at once, was there a serious accident at that time??
Wang Zhao Mou didn’t speak, and Ji Lian Huo didn’t dare to speak, let alone look up.
It is said that businessmen are very superstitious about luck and fortune. After hearing this, will he feel… that he is very unlucky?!
When Wang Zhao Mou came to his senses after clearing his thoughts, he saw the young man’s hands hanging by his sides, tightly clenched.
His head was deeply lowered as if he had done something terribly wrong.
Seeing this, Wang Zhao Mou sighed in his heart. Ji Lian Huo in front of him, the future head of the Leng family, was still a teenager after all. He would blame himself for such natural and man-made disasters.
But what does this have to do with him??
“How old are you this year?” Wang Zhao Mou slowed down his voice, trying to bring out a bit of softness, to not make the other party feel uncomfortable.
“I just turned eighteen last month.” Ji Lian Huo tried to make his voice sound like usual, but his tail tone couldn’t help but tremble because of fear.
“I’m twenty-four this year.” Wang Zhao Mou slightly smiled, trying to liven up the atmosphere, and watched the young man slowly raise his head.
“I’m six years older than you, right?!” Wang Zhao Mou smiled, watching the young man raise his eyes little by little and look at himself.
“Yes.” Ji Lian Huo didn’t know why, but in the other party’s gentle and pleasant voice, he felt a little dizzy.
“You can call me Brother Zhao Mou in the future.” Wang Zhao Mou’s deep eyes were a bit soothing, and he raised his hand and gently stroked the teenager’s head.
“I’m sorry to ask you about your sadness…”
Hearing this, Ji Lian Huo suddenly couldn’t speak for some reason. His chest felt stuffy as if a ball of sour cotton was suddenly stuffed in it.
“Boss.” After Old Qi finished chatting with the hired people, he came back to check the time and softly reminded Wang Zhao Mou.
Seeing this, Uncle Yu hurried forward and placed a large bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts that he had packed earlier into Old Qi’s hands.
“I remember what Master Wang said. I have nothing to thank you for. There are only these roasted chestnuts. Please don’t despise it!”
Old Qi couldn’t refuse the kindness. Seeing that Wang Zhao Mou didn’t object, he accepted it.
Wang Zhao Mou also took his hand off the young man’s head and put on his gloves again.
“See you next time.”
Only when the car parked on the side of the road drove away, Ji Lian Huo came back to his senses. His eyes were red, and something was trying to desperately flow out of his eye sockets.
Everyone always scolded him as a disaster star, but no one cared whether he was sad or not…
Ji Lian Huo tried hard to hold back his tears, but the strength and tenderness of the man’s touch seemed to remain on his head.
“I really met a good person.”
Uncle Yu watched the car drive away and happily turned back, he saw Ji Lian Huo quickly wiping his face with his sleeve, pretending that nothing had happened.
Then he lowered his head to arrange the fruits on the cart.
Uncle Yu squatted down and saw the slight wetness on the boy’s face and his eyelashes connected by tears.
“Why are you crying, kid??” Uncle Yu wanted to make Ji Lian Huo laugh, “Look, people remembered you and came to buy fruits from you.”
Hearing Uncle Yu’s words, Ji Lian Huo subconsciously curled his eyes, but his doe eyes couldn’t help but turn red again.
Uncle Yu stood up tremblingly sighed and changed the topic, “This is the first time I’ve heard something like this.”
“He said this land is going to be demolished. Other people will be waiting for gangsters to make trouble here every day so that the people living here can be driven out…”
“But this young master Wang, not only did he not drive people away, but he also hired people to watch over to prevent those gangsters from making trouble.”
Uncle Yu scratched his face and guessed to himself, “Probably he has a lot of money.”
“Brother Zhao Mou…” Ji Lian Huo wiped his tear-stained face and turned to look at Uncle Yu, unable to hide the throbbing in his deep eyes.
“He’s super nice.”