Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Strike a heavy blow, hitting the cotton. …
The moment Qin Du finished speaking, the whole audience fell silent.
As soon as he left, everyone gathered together and whispered to each other, just like their class teacher had just left.
Qin Chuyao leaned back comfortably, put one arm on the back of the chair, and smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.
There's a good show to watch~
Qin Du was tall and had long legs. He walked back to the study in a few steps, sat down at the table, and waited for Liu Jingheng to come over and confess her crime.
The minute hand drew a semicircle around the dial. Qin Du, who had been taking a nap with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the door.
Empty.
After waiting for a while, Qin Du still did not see Liu Jingheng at the door, so he stood up.
As I reached the spiral staircase, I heard the sound of tires rubbing against each other.
On the barrier-free ramp built next to the stairs, Liu Jingheng, sitting in a wheelchair, held the auxiliary hand wheel rims with both hands and slid up half a meter. When she got tired, she let go and the wheelchair ran down three meters.
I walked up half a meter and slid down three meters. Half an hour passed and I was still at the starting point.
Qin Du looked down at him condescendingly, and moved his fingers in his trouser pockets.
After a long while, he asked in a low voice:
"Why, do you want me to carry you upstairs?"
Liu Jingheng slid back to the starting point and took a long breath.
Hearing Qin Du's question, he pondered for a moment and slowly extended his hand: "Okay."
After saying that, he realized belatedly that he was a green tea cannon fodder, and hurriedly added the interjection:
"Duck~"
Qin Du raised his eyebrows, stared at him for a long time, and snorted coldly.
He didn't want to play boring word games with this kid, so he turned and left.
"Didn't you say you wanted to hug me?" But suddenly I heard a serious and doubtful voice behind me.
Qin Du stopped and turned his head slightly. In his peripheral vision, Liu Jingheng stretched out her hand to him.
"Oh my goodness!" Uncle Li ran over in panic, pushing Liu Jingheng upstairs. "How come you can't even tell the difference between good and bad words?"
Liu Jingheng was puzzled: the man asked if he needed to be carried upstairs, and he agreed, but the other party went back on his word.
I don't understand the logic of rich people.
Liu Jingheng still doesn't know the man's name. In the original text, the Qin family is large, and most of them are A, B, C, and D, who don't even deserve a name. He has no interest and no ability to match each person to a certain category.
But most of the Qin family members are as arrogant as Qin Chuyao, and he agrees with this.
Uncle Li pushed Liu Jingheng and Qin Du into the study one after another.
Uncle Li closed the door thoughtfully and said, "Boss Qin, I'm right outside. Please tell me if you need anything."
Qin Du sat back at the table and waved his hand, signaling Uncle Li to stop talking so much.
Liu Jingheng looked around the study. It was just like what was described in most novels about domineering CEOs. The cold and hard decoration style cultivated generation after generation of aloof and sinister domineering CEOs.
Neither of them spoke, as if each was waiting for the other to speak first.
Until the company's documents came into the computer, Qin Du didn't want to waste any more time, so he casually opened the file and said to Liu Jingheng nonchalantly:
"You have two choices now. Give me ten seconds to give a reasonable explanation for why you called me a dog. If you can convince me, I'll leave it at that."
"Or, you could say you're the one who's talking without thinking. Get down on the ground and let me hear how the dog barks."
He said it lightly.
People born in the 2000s like Liu Jingheng are mostly the darlings of their families, born to inherit everything from their parents, without the pressure of supporting a family. They never care about a notice of dismissal, and many of them even shit on their bosses' heads.
Qin Du actually hoped that Liu Jingheng would pick up the wheelchair and smash his study, and then leave in anger, saving him from wasting his breath.
Liu Jingheng pondered——
Qin Du didn't even look at him and started the countdown:
"Ten, nine, eight..."
As the countdown draws to a close, Liu Jingheng's silence seems to be the best answer.
Qin Du counted to three and let out a cold snort.
Although the Qin family didn't give him a pair of chopsticks, they have never had a peaceful life since he came.
In particular, although Qin Du looked down on Qin Chuyao, the other party was his nephew after all, who was related by the same blood as him. Because of Liu Jingheng's existence, a gap was created between his nephew and his admirer. He was so anxious that he jumped up and down every day and looked thinner than a yellow flower. He really couldn't bear it.
It would be best if this person left, so that the Qin family could have some peace and quiet.
In silence, Liu Jingheng moved her fingers, touched the armrest of the wheelchair, and gradually tightened her grip.
Qin Du saw it all but said nothing.
But he turned off the laptop in time because there were important files in the computer and it couldn't be smashed.
“Woof…Woof woof.”
Suddenly, in the silent study, there was an inaudible sound of a dog barking.
Qin Du suddenly raised his eyes and looked over.
"Woof woof!" The sound was louder and seemed to be mixed with joy.
"Woof woof~! Woof awooo~" Liu Jingheng raised his head and howled to the sky.
Qin Du's eyes, which were always indifferent and calm, were now wide open, and a hint of surprise flashed in his dark eyes.
The boy in front of him not only imitated the barking of a dog happily, but also looked at him eagerly like a real puppy, eager to play with him.
"You..." Qin Du's Adam's apple slid up and down.
Liu Jingheng slid her wheelchair to Qin Du's side, lowered her head, put the top of her head against Qin Du's arm, and rubbed it gently in circles.
Then she raised her head, rested her chin lightly on Qin Du's forearm, tilted her head, looked at him lovingly, and then looked at the small ring ornament in his hand.
Qin Du opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
"What are you doing?" He calmed down and said coldly, while using his elbow to push Liu Jingheng's face away.
Strangely, he seemed to see this man grow a big furry tail that was shaking like a propeller.
Liu Jingheng did not give up. She moved closer, lowered her head, bit the small ornament with her mouth and picked it up. She stared at Qin Du eagerly and pushed his arm with her two furry little paws.
Then there was a vague "ow".
Like a happy, clingy, bright puppy whose eyes are full of its owner.
Qin Du's fingers suddenly tightened, he turned his face away, his voice extremely cold:
"You have no self-respect?"
Liu Jingheng bit the small ornament, gently pried open Qin Du's clenched fingers with both hands, and then loosened her mouth, and the small ring ornament fell into his palm.
"Woof!"
Qin Du slowly clenched his fingers. A layer of damp heat floated on the bitten surface of the ornament.
He suddenly stood up and threw the ornament out while Liu·Puppy·Jingheng was looking forward to it.
The puppy finally got his favorite Frisbee game and rushed over in his wheelchair.
"Woof woof!"
After picking up the ornaments, he looked up and found that Qin Du was no longer in the room.
Liu Jingheng bit the ornament and stared at the empty doorway for a long time. Then she relaxed her mouth and caught the small ornament with her hand.
…
When he was five years old, little Liu Jingheng held his favorite toy, a crocodile with a ball and broken strings, and sat blankly in the dark night with heavy rain, staring at the direction where his parents hurriedly left.
Before leaving, his mother stroked his little face and cried, unable to speak:
"Jingjing, mom and dad have something urgent to deal with right now and can't take you with them. Please wait here for us to come back, okay?"
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a long time, then slowly nodded, her little hands still tightly clutching her mother's wet sleeves.
Dad was holding an umbrella next to the taxi, saying impatiently:
"Let's go, there's no time."
The mother gently pushed away Liu Jingheng's little hand and handed him a yellow duck umbrella. Finally, she looked at him deeply for a long time, stood up, turned around, and rushed into the heavy rain.
Little Jingheng looked at the taxi's headlights, which illuminated the rain curtain into a warm orange-yellow color, and her mother's blurry face was projected through the window.
The car started and gradually went away, finally turning into a small dot of light and disappearing in the heavy rain.
Thunder and lightning illuminated the large sign behind Liu Jingheng, which read:
【Junxin Children's Welfare Home】
The heavy rain lasted for a long time before stopping. Liu Jingheng, who was in a coma due to a high fever, didn't know how long she had slept. When she opened her eyes again, it was not the face of her expected mother that she saw, but the face of a strange but kind middle-aged man.
"Children, today, our big family welcomes a new member. His name is Liu Jingheng, and he is five years old this year."
"Wow! He's so cute! Dean Dad, can I play with him?!"
"Of course, from today on, you are close brothers and sisters. However, Jingheng can't do strenuous exercise due to health reasons, so please don't bother him too much. You can draw with him or play flying chess."
"Can I play football with him?"
"Well...I'm afraid that won't work."
"Where's the basketball?!"
"No, Jingheng's heart is very fragile, more fragile than that of other children. Let's just play flying chess with him."
"Ah... why is this happening..."
Because of the instructions from the dean's father, Liu Jingheng mostly sat alone in a small corner, writing the word "positive" in his picture book. It was said that one hundred was a big mark, and perhaps once he had written a hundred words, his mother would come to pick him up.
When he saw the kids playing football in the yard, he walked over carefully and asked:
"Can I play football with you?"
The children retreated, shaking their heads like rattles:
"No, Dean Dad said you have a heart disease and you'll die if you play football!"
Liu Jingheng nodded: "Then it's okay for me to watch you play from the side."
The little men looked at each other and nodded hesitantly: "Okay."
In Liu Jingheng's vague childhood memories, there are few playmates.
Most of them are simple plants growing in the corners of the yard, or dogs, cats and birds that happen to pass by the roof one day.
Although they can't speak, they are the perfect listeners when Liu Jingheng chatters to them about the interesting little things happening around them.
Liu Jingheng likes and deeply loves these good friends who can't speak.
On his tenth birthday, he made a wish on the birthday cake that his father, the dean, made for him:
In my next life, I want to be a thriving orchid or a happy puppy that can be led by its owner to travel across the vast land.
*
Qin Chuyao was waiting downstairs anxiously, waiting for the scene where Liu Jingheng was thrown out by his uncle and rolled down from the upstairs and half died.
"Tap tap." Rhythmic footsteps were heard on the stairs.
Qin Chuyao rubbed his hands, feeling overjoyed.
Here it comes!
Qin Chuyao looked over.
...?
The man surrounded by black air, with a green frown between his brows and a cold look in his eyes, is his uncle Jia Hai Qingtian... right?
"Mr. Qin." Uncle Li came forward.
"Prepare the car and go to the company." Qin Du was like a gust of cold wind, rushing from the stairs to the door.
Uncle Li exclaimed, "Ah!" "It's already nine o'clock."
"So." Qin Du looked ahead and said coldly.
Uncle Li shut up obediently and took out his cell phone to call the driver.
Qin Chuyao and Old Man Qin, who was reading the calligraphy, looked at each other, and several big question marks popped up in their minds.
What’s going on…?
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