Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

"No need, I'll just go by myself, Ruan Ruan will be scared in front of strangers." Wen Shichu's back stiffened, and he shook his head hastily.

"What? You still want to bargain?" Qi Xiao looked cold.

"Don't forget, Wen Shichu, you are here to work. I don't want to fuck someone with a rotten foot tonight."

Wen Shichu lowered his head, the injured right foot in the shoe was aching.

"Then I'll go with a cane." The young man raised his head and looked at Qi Xiao with a harmless smile.

This is Wen Shichu's biggest concession.

The temperature in the car suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"As you like. Jiang Ming, drive." Qi Xiao looked straight ahead, his dark brows were frowned with sternness.

"Alright Mr. Qi." Jiang Ming didn't dare to vent his anger, and started the car.

The car stopped in front of a duplex villa.

A thin layer of dust has accumulated in the cracks of the brown wrought iron gate in front of the door. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time.

Wen Shichu limped and pushed Qi Xiao's wheelchair through the door. A middle-aged aunt was cleaning the villa.

"Mr. Qi, you have cleaned the bedroom, dining room, bathroom and children's room." The middle-aged woman said.

"Well, after work, go to Jiang Ming to collect the labor fee." Qi Xiao looked around, as if he was satisfied with the cleaning situation.

Standing behind Qi Xiao, Wen Shichu's eyes fell on the children's room with the door half open, and he became more and more confused about what this man wanted to do.

A spacious children's room, the floor is a starry sky, there is a wooden horse beside the bed, and a beautiful silver-blue dream catcher hangs from the ceiling. When the wind blows, it makes a jingling silver bell.

Qi Xiao even prepared a children's room for Ruan Ruan.

"Is this a soft room?" Wen Shichu touched the door with his hand, and pushed it a little further, a faint sweet smell of milk came over his face.

"Otherwise? Could it be that you and your son sleep in the same room, and when you serve me, you ask your son to sit by the side and observe?"

Wen Shichu's eyes darkened, and he looked down at the profile of the man in the wheelchair: "Thank you."

The little guy has always wanted a room like this. If he sees it tonight, he will be very happy.

"By the way, Mr. Qi, how is the sound insulation effect of your room?" Wen Shichu was very concerned about this.

Jiang Ming just moved something in, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen, don't worry, even if you scream at the top of your voice, you can hardly hear it from outside."

"That's good." Wen Shichu smiled.

……

When the hour hand pointed to four o'clock, Wen Shichu asked Jiang Ming for a crutch, and walked out with it clumsily, ready to pick up Ruan Ruan.

As a result, as soon as he reached the entrance of the villa, he was pulled by a strong force and stuffed into a black Maybach.

Qi Xiao sat on the driver's seat, with his slender and noble hands resting on the steering wheel.

"You are limping like a snail. When you come back to pick up your cubs, the yellow chicken will probably be cold. Don't try to hide tonight!"

Qi Xiao's face was gloomy, and Wen Shichu didn't know what he did wrong to make him angry, so he just kept silent.

The engine of the car roared, and Wen Shichu subconsciously looked at Qi Xiao's legs.

On that night a few days ago, the appearance of the man lying in his arms half covered in blood is vivid in his memory.

"The eyeballs of the last person who stared at my legs like this have been gouged out."

Wen Shichu looked back and unbuckled his seat belt: "Mr. Qi, let me drive."

"You will?" Qi Xiao sneered.

"I have a driver's license." Wen Shichu looked firmly.

It's just that it hasn't been opened once.