Chapter 52 "The Deliveryman" "You...you bullied me like that."...

If Jian Dieda hadn't been so aware of how bad the operating revenue of the three noodle shops was...

Just listening to Zhong Yinghuai's sweet words to lure the young man into bed, this ignorant boy would surely be moved to tears on the spot.

"Ninth Brother, I..."

Jane Dieda's stomach rumbled inappropriately as he was about to speak.

Zhong Yinghuai was taken aback. He stopped asking the question he was about to ask, suppressing the urge to hold back his blood vessels from bursting, and went out to get food with no other choice.

During this time, they returned to the details of the case.

Zhong Yinghuai, who rescued him from the garbage dump, analyzed: "Could the two people you bumped into be members of a pyramid scheme group hiding in that house?"

After thinking about it carefully, Jian Dieda said, "That's possible."

Zhong Yinghuai hasn't called the police yet. Ordinary people like them wouldn't dare to go back to the house alone. By now, there's probably no evidence left.

Zhong Yinghuai stroked his chin: "But who will be the first deliveryman they look for? Sun Dali? Lao Ji? Ever since 107 started ordering food regularly, even I've delivered once when I was busy."

More importantly, no one else in the store knew about what happened today.

After all, they had offended two out-of-town criminals with unclear intentions.

It's hard for a normal person not to feel extremely uneasy about the safety of a noodle shop.

Thinking this, Jian Dieda ate the cooked dishes that Zhong Yinghuai had bought back from the store in advance that afternoon. He didn't eat meat, but only ate the shredded vegetables.

Zhong Yinghuai could tell that Xiao Heipi was shy. He was about to put a slice of spiced beef into the bowl, but he simply turned his chopsticks around.

A thin layer of red braised beef with a bit of tendon fell into Jian Dieda's bowl, so tempting that it made his mouth water. He simply couldn't resist the temptation. Zhong Yinghuai, standing to the side, kept piling more beef into his bowl: "Is it good? Eat it. You're at the age where you're growing, why are you being picky about food? Look how skinny you are."

Jian Dieda could only stuff it all into his mouth: "Too much, I can't finish it, Ninth Brother, that's enough, I'm naturally thin."

The boy chewed his food slowly, appearing to be wolfing it down, but in reality, he crushed it all up like a rodent before swallowing. With the boy's underdeveloped Adam's apple thumping, a gurgling sound would come from his immature throat.

Zhong Yinghuai stopped eating at some point.

Jian used to be an eyesore when he was little, but now you just want to pamper him and spoil him like a little hamster.

“Who gave you permission to say you’ve had enough?” Zhong Yinghuai suppressed his urge and generously replied, “If you’re not full, you have to eat as much as you can because you’re injured. If you can’t finish it, I’ll help you eat it.”

After eating a few bites of food, Jane Dieda hadn't managed to come up with any new clues about the corpse.

His legs were also immobile, which troubled Jian Dieda greatly. First, he had to maintain the character he was supposed to be working for, and second, his immobility made him vulnerable to a second attack by the murderer.

Seeing Jian Dieda looking worried, Zhong Yinghuai cleared away the dishes and chopsticks, lowered the curtain, and showed him a clip of "Princess Pearl".

The television turned on.

Little Swallow, Crape Myrtle, and Butterfly appeared with the subtitles.

Jane was so captivated by the three beautiful women that she forgot she was still holding the bowl.

Upon discovering that Jian Dieda was quite fond of women, Boss Zhong, who had barely exchanged a few words about his personal life with him during the meal, remained silent with a gloomy face.

He then picked up the injured handyman and arranged for him to sit on his lap, while he began to arrange for the dressing to be changed on Jian Dieda's leg.

Zhong Yinghuai lowered his head and ordered, "Jian Xiaoshi, hug your legs and spread them apart a bit. Is your surname Jian from your original father or your stepfather?"

“None of those.” Jian Dieda turned his head to look at the man. He propped himself up on a stool and immediately broke out in a cold sweat when he saw his posture. “Ninth Brother, why are you hugging me… I can change my dressing myself…”

Zhong Yinghuai stared at the television, observing the eye contact between the male and female leads, and said in a machine-gun-like voice, "Why? Can you move? Or can your dad or your stepfather hold you right now?"

Jian Dieda lowered his head. "My dad can't come. If he wants his son to take his surname, he'll take mine away. As for my stepfather, he doesn't want me to take his surname either, otherwise he would help me change my surname."

“Then you’ll take my surname.” Boss Zhong had been holding back all afternoon, but he couldn’t take it anymore and said something very manly: “With me, I’m like your father, like an elder brother to you.”

Jane Dieda has not yet agreed.

Boss Zhong took it upon himself to take care of his employees. His thinking was straightforward: he didn't want to be prejudiced against Jian Xiaoshi anymore. Like Xiangxiang and Sun Dali, he could try to ease the tension.

But Zhong Yinghuai's way of holding people is the same as when he holds a baby to urinate.

Before Jian Dieda could react, the man lifted her up from behind and held her high.

"Jian Xiaoshi, those two people can't be considered your father and mother. You should take my surname."

The young man already owed men a lot, and now, with his face flushed as he was lifted off the ground, it would be a lie to say he wasn't flustered.

The man was still looking at her with that "try saying no" kind of look.

I can only say it's good.

Zhong Yinghuai was satisfied. He adopted the good attitude of a boss and put a small bottle of Ten Drops Water medicine into the newly bought basin to prevent prickly heat.

"The medicine has been changed. You can take care of the rest yourself. After you take a shower, turn on the water. Call me if you need anything."

He was a truly loyal person. Wearing deliberately oversized slippers, Zhong Yinghuai went out to let his junior employee take a shower.

Now alone in the room, Jian Dieda rubbed his face, which was still burning with fever, stared at the door for a few minutes in a daze, and then stiffly took a cold shower with the aroma of Chinese medicine.

Simplified washing.

His idea was that Zhong Yinghuai was a very clean person, and since he was scrubbing so hard, at least when he appeared in front of his ninth brother again, he wouldn't be all dark-skinned, but would have a healthy complexion with a reddish tinge.

After a good late-night snack, they slept together, their backs feeling warm and soothed from a shower.

There were mosquitoes this season, so Zhong Yinghuai nailed up the windows and replaced them with screens, as if the eyes that were spying on Jian Dieda were also driven away.

He won't be playing games all night tonight either.

Because Zhong Yinghuai remembered that Jian Dieda had scraped his knee, he had kept his hand covering the scrape all night to prevent the boy under the blanket from turning over.

"Ninth Brother, aren't you sleepy? Aren't your arms tired from holding it up?"

"I'm not tired, you go to sleep, Ninth Brother has you."

Hearing Zhong Yinghuai's excited tone, Jian Dieda finally closed his eyes. He pressed his face against the strong, handsome abs, his face involuntarily burning: "Ninth Brother, you smell so good..."

Feeling Jian Xiaoshi's little hand rubbing his chest muscles, Zhong Yinghuai, wearing glasses, couldn't help but chuckle. He laughed and said, "Last time you praised me for being very sexually capable, and now you want to change my name to Xiangxiang. You're making me too proud of you."

Zhong Yinghuai leaned down and affectionately picked up a piece of the boy's earlobe, saying, "My mouth tastes better. If you like it so much, come over here yourself."

My feet, still under the covers, stiffened.

Jian Dieda did not agree. He maintained the shyness of a minor and scratched his black and red toes. Then, Zhong Yinghuai pulled Jian Dieda into his arms again.

"Ninth Brother, no."

Zhong Yinghuai bit his collarbone, sucking out a small pink bite. "Look, there's a mosquito bite here. I'm doing this for your own good."

Jane, with her eyes tightly closed, said, "Okay, then you can sleep next to me."

Zhong Yinghuai held him back, not wanting him to leave: "Jian Xiaoshi, are you tired of me?"

Jane Dieda accused, "You always use the excuse of protecting me to stay... and then you keep... bullying me."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I bear to bully you? I'm just... teaching you humanity."

Zhong Yinghuai was lying on the bed, his hands never still. He was almost driven crazy by the brat's words until his phone rang.

Zhong Yinghuai picked it up and looked at the green screen, saying, "Hey, get up and take a look. Your mom is coming over tomorrow. She said you have an insurance policy that your stepfather bought for you, and it seems you can get reimbursed this time."

When Jian Dieda saw the text message, he was surprised. Zhang Mei was pregnant and she valued her stepfather and sister even more. How could she possibly come to see him?

When did they buy insurance for Jian Xiaoshi?

Zhong Yinghuai was quite happy for him: "Perfect, let's go to sleep. Tomorrow we'll take your mother to the police station to collect evidence. I'm really worried about you running into this in the neighborhood without any immediate family members to help you report it."

“It’s nothing serious…” Jian Dieda didn’t want to call the police. He had other plans and didn’t want the police to get involved in the incident.

“Then you have to convince your mother.” Zhong Yinghuai began to trust Zhang Mei again. “She even asked if your allergy from last time was better, and whether you ate fish and shrimp. Your mother really does care about you.”

In no time, sleepiness crept over the moon outside the window, and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms in August and September covered the sheets of the small noodle shop.

Little Blackie is asleep.

Mr. Zhong, who was listening intently to his breathing, didn't sleep a wink all night.

The bird, who hadn't slept all night, was helping him out.

Jian Xiaoshi's crooked ninth brother couldn't sleep well, not because he was sleep-deprived, but because he finally wanted a young man to warm his bed as his new wife.

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