Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

"I'm sorry, sir. It was raining so hard that I didn't see the road clearly and accidentally blocked your way. I'm very sorry."

The boy was not bad looking, 1.7 meters tall, thin, with skin as white as a flower, and because he was caught in the rain, he had a kind of broken beauty. [Of course, he was still much worse than our Xixi. ]

It does make it easy for other men to want to protect him as soon as they see him.

But he miscalculated. How could his plan succeed with Shen Xi here?

Shen Xi directly stretched out his hand and interlocked his fingers with Lin Cong's.

Further assertion of sovereignty.

Surprisingly, Lin Cong did not show any displeasure. Instead, his irritable mood instantly turned cloudy.

"Favorability increased by 5%, now 30%."

"Hey brother, the driver just said you were scamming me."

"Bump, bump into porcelain?"

The man almost lost the hypocritical smile on his face.

"Yes, it must be very hard to do your job. In such a rainy day, you still risk your life to cheat people out of their money. Do you need money? How much do you need?"

Shen Xi's innocent expression seemed extremely adorable in Lin Cong's eyes.

'Give him as much as he wants, even if it's just to feed a dog, as long as he's happy, as long as he smiles more, give him anything.'

"I, I didn't. I'm not a scammer."

"Then why did you stay here so long?"

He had been caught in the rain for more than three hours straight and his face was already looking a little swollen. One could tell at a glance that he had been caught in the rain for a long time.

"I…"

The man was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Shen Xi pushed Lin Cong with his other hand: "Sir, can you lend me 1000 yuan? I want to give it to this poor brother."

"One thousand?"

The man's face darkened instantly.

Seeing that the man's disguise was finally torn off by him, Shen Xi was also very happy: "Is 1000 not enough?"

Lin Cong didn't want to waste his time with such a person, so he took out his wallet and casually took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills and threw them in the man's face: "You got the money, get out of here."

He originally didn't want to give him money, but there was no other way. He didn't want Shen Xi to experience that dark society, so he just wanted to be clean.

As he was thinking this in his mind, he seemed to have long forgotten the situation where Shen Xi was fighting against 38 people.

Xi Yi no longer cared about the man and drove away.

Lin Cong closed the window and did not go to handle official business.

He leaned his head gently on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The two of them tacitly did not let go, and just like that they arrived at the manor.

The door opened, and an old man in a tuxedo, about 60 to years old, bowed to the car and said, "Welcome back, young master."

Behind him were rows of maids, who bowed with him.

Lin Cong didn't even raise his head, as if he was already used to it.

The car stopped in front of a villa in the center of the manor.

The two got out of the car together and walked into the villa.

After Lin Cong changed his shoes at the entrance, he let go of Shen Xi's hand, tugged at his tie with his right hand, took off his glasses, and pinched his nose.

Sitting on the sofa, he seemed very tired.

Shen Xi walked behind him and gently rubbed Lin Cong's temple, imitating the way he had just rubbed his own temple.

The boy's hands were warm, without a trace of calluses, white and tender, and very comfortable.