After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

The originally boring banquet suddenly became promising.

That night, Zhu Can tried on several sets of clothes. Dada followed behind him, ironing them and praising them. As she was praising them, she felt something was wrong. In all her years, she had never seen the young master take a banquet so seriously.

Dada helped Zhu Can button up the jeweled diamonds on his cuffs. His brown eyes secretly glanced at Zhu Can's face and he saw that the young master pursed his lips slightly, as if he was still not satisfied with the clothes he was wearing.

"Have you only ordered this many?"

Dada smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders and said, "You said you were too lazy to look at it, so just ask the owner to make three or five."

Zhu Can sighed, and finally put together a set of light brown trousers, a warm white shirt, and a dark waistcoat, and asked Dada to take it down and hang it up with incense.

The next day, Zhu Can went to the agreed place to pick up Xi Zhenghe.

It’s not Xi Zhenghe’s home, it’s at the entrance of the hospital.

Xi Zhenghe had just finished a night shift, and his black clothes looked a bit chilly in the early autumn. When he took off his white coat, Xi Zhenghe's aloof and self-contained temperament that came from nowhere was highlighted.

Zhu Can took the sandwich that Dada had prepared for him in the morning, opened the car door, and handed it to Xi Zhenghe.

Xi Zhenghe paused, got into the car, and said thank you.

Zhu Can noticed that this man ate very quickly, without being rude. In one bite, half of the sandwich was gone, without even a crumb dropping. Zhu Can then pulled out a cup of hot coffee, which he had deliberately taken a detour to buy at the coffee shop yesterday.

Xi Zhenghe took the coffee, looked up at Zhu Can's smile, and just said thank you again.

With Zhu Can's ability, he can always make the atmosphere lively when he doesn't want it to be dull. The young master shows his fangs when he speaks, and he looks very well-behaved just from his side profile.

"Dr. Xi has been busy all night. I wonder if anyone as lucky as me was sent to the hospital last night?"

"Lucky?"

"Of course I am lucky to have Dr. Xi pick me up and treat me."

Xi Zhenghe suddenly felt that the coffee in his hand was a little hot and turned the cup uncomfortably.

"……No."

"Then I'm the luckiest one. Oh, right, Doctor Xi, are you okay with this coffee? I wonder if you have a sweet tooth..."

The young man leaned over like a magician and took out a porcelain box from the coffee thermos bag next to Xi Zhenghe. With a lock on the front, neatly arranged sugar cubes were revealed inside.

Xi Zhenghe took a sip and shook his head: "It's just right, no need to add more."

"Well, then Doctor Xi is better than me."

After saying that, Zhu Can picked up a piece of candy with his fingertips and put it directly into his mouth.

When Xi Zhenghe looked over, he just happened to see a small bulge on the other person's cheek.

Zhu Can narrowed his eyes, smiled with his eyebrows and eyes curved, and suddenly stretched out a hand and began to write on the palm of Xi Zhenghe's hand.

[Don't tell me, the driver knows and will tell Dada.]

[Dada would say me.]

Xi Zhenghe withdrew his hand, but the numb feeling in his palm still remained.

He suddenly seemed to understand Dada, who took care of the young master meticulously, and the man who took the initiative to buy Diaolu Pear Soup.

The road was not far, and perhaps because it was morning and not crowded, it didn't take too long to reach Wang Cheng's villa.

The two of them got off and saw several rows of cars from a distance. A vermilion blanket was laid all the way to the black European iron gate. Wang Cheng had a slicked-back hair styled in a 3:7 ratio and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that he had found somewhere and hung on his collar in an awkward manner. He wore a jacquard patterned shirt on the upper body, black trousers on the lower body, and a pair of leather shoes.

He did look a little older. Zhu Can felt that this outfit was similar to that of his own father. To the people who came and went, Wang Cheng's youthful and frivolous look was much less noticeable, which won him the favor of some noble ladies.

Zhu Can and Xi Zhenghe came closer, and Wang Cheng came over to greet them with a smile on his face. When he saw Zhu Can's outfit, his eyes lit up.

"Cancan is so cute today!"

Zhu Can didn't like what he heard, as small animals were often called cute, so he retorted:

"I'm not as mature as you. Even my dad would be surprised when he got a younger brother."

Wang Cheng didn't care: "How dare I, Wang Cheng, call Uncle Zhu my brother?"

Zhu Can handed the invitation ticket to the servant beside him and smiled: "Does my mother know that you call her Aunt Zhu?"

Wang Cheng's face froze. "Who would call her that? Madam Zhu is young and beautiful. She is obviously my good sister."

Another guest arrived. Zhu Can was too lazy to respond. He turned sideways and pulled the corner of Xi Zhenghe's clothes. Xi Zhenghe and Wang Cheng nodded and followed him in.

While Wang Cheng was greeting the new guests, he felt that the person that Young Master Zhu had just pulled looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

The villa was beautifully decorated with layers of gauze curtains, a bit like the style of a Western church. There were several layers of fences on the lawn in the yard. Zhu Can looked and saw separate changing areas for men and women.

——We can change into swimsuits and go swimming, but it’s a little cold today and no one wants to go.

As soon as Zhu Can came in, he was surrounded. The first ones to come were the ladies and gentlemen he had interacted with before. Later, when Mrs. Zhu came in, she took him to meet several business owners. When he finally got away, he wandered around the courtyard for a long time before he saw Xi Zhenghe standing alone in front of the outermost bar.

Zhu Can adjusted his collar and walked over quickly:

"Sorry, I didn't get to show you around before I was called away."

Xi Zhenghe shook his head slightly, his eyes looking far away, not at Zhu Can.

Zhu Can followed the other person's gaze and looked over. He saw that the people across from him were some school choirs. Each of them looked youthful and were children of prominent families. They were well-dressed and looked much richer than most students he saw on the street.

Zhu Can moved closer and said, "I don't really like them."

Xi Zhenghe turned his head and asked: "Why?"

"Every day they talk about this and that, this and that ideology, and they shout slogans very well, but they gather a group of people and stir up trouble everywhere, but I don't see them doing anything practical."

Xi Zhenghe's tone was flat, with no emotion in his voice: "What about you?"

"I?"

Zhu Can's tone rose. "I may not be as good as you, Doctor Xi, at saving the dying and healing the wounded, but I won't cause trouble out of idleness. I'll just honestly manage the family business and deal in herbal medicines. That's not bad, is it?"

Zhu Can secretly gave himself a compliment. Mr. and Mrs. Zhu still handled more of the family business, and he was mostly told by Mrs. Zhu to deal with trivial matters.

"really."

Xi Zhenghe agreed and casually mentioned, "A few days ago, the dean said that the fighting in the southwest is getting intense. Many medicines can't be transported here, and the market is very tight. I wonder if the Zhu family has any solutions?"

Zhu Can held on to his dignity, "Ah, I know about this, too. At least the people who received the goods from my family haven't sent me any bad news yet. I'll ask for you, Doctor Xi, when I get back."

Xi Zhenghe finally smiled, a small smile, but Zhu Can caught the subtle curve on the man's face:

"Then I'll leave it to Master Zhu."