Chapter 22 Meeting Chen Jisui Again
"Hmm..." Little Taozhi scratched his head, thought carefully, and then said in a baby voice: "Brother didn't bully Zhizhi."
Nangong Jue was slightly stunned and looked at Tao Zhi with some surprise.
"Oh? Really?"
Old Master Nangong's clear eyes slowly fell on Nangong Jue's face. It didn't seem like he was asking Tao Zhi, but Nangong Jue.
"Yeah~" Little Taozhi nodded sincerely, "Zhizhi missed her dad last night, so brother wanted to take her out."
Nangong Jue listened silently, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms.
The little guy couldn't finish the story in one breath, so he took a break before continuing: "But brother was too stupid and took Zhizhi the wrong way! But brother finally sent Zhizhi back~"
"Brother is not the bad guy that others say he is! Besides..."
The little guy suddenly got up, leaned over to Old Man Nangong's ear, and whispered to him.
As he listened, the old man's expression gradually became serious. He frowned slightly and asked, "Is this really true?"
Then, his eyes fell sternly on Nangong Jue, and he looked the young man up and down carefully.
No matter how mature a teenager is, he is still just a child after all. He will feel a little scared when he is stared at by his parents like this.
Nangong Jue is no exception.
He even hung his head and didn't dare to look at his father.
"Xiao Jue, come with me." Nangong Wei said in a deep voice.
The moment he opened his mouth, his tone was one that brooked no refusal.
Nangong Jue had no choice but to bite the bullet and go into the inner room of the study with Nangong Wei.
"Dad, what's the matter that you want me to come here for?" Nangong Juemu stood at the door in a daze and asked cautiously.
Apart from schoolwork, his father rarely spent time alone with him.
I was already a little uncomfortable, and now that Nangong Jue did something bad this time, it became even more unnatural.
Nangong Wei searched in the drawer for a while, and finally took out a box. He waved to Nangong Jue and said, "Come here."
Nangong Jue took a trembling step forward.
"Put your hand out."
Nangong Jue was completely confused, but he still reached out his hand and spread it out obediently.
A bright red cut was particularly conspicuous on the boy's white and clean palm.
The old man's white brows were furrowed, "You're such an adult, and you didn't even bother asking someone to treat your injuries."
"I'm sorry, Dad. I will be more careful next time." Afraid that his father would be unhappy, Nangong Jue quickly lowered his eyelashes and apologized.
Old Master Nangong raised his eyelids and looked at Nangong Jue meaningfully before taking out the wound treatment equipment to treat his wound.
Looking at his father's meticulous and serious look, Nangong Jue felt a strange feeling in his heart.
He suddenly felt.
In fact, his father cares about him.
"Little darling told me that you injured your hand while protecting her yesterday." Old Man Nangong put the instrument back and looked at Nangong Jue's face with a casual look, "Son, you shouldn't apologize to me for your injury. It's me as a father who is incompetent and I should apologize to you."
"Dad..." Nangong Jue choked in his throat and his voice trembled slightly.
"Master, the private doctor is here." The butler knocked on the door and said at the door.
Nangong Wei gently patted Nangong Jue's shoulder, smiled faintly and said: "Go back, take Xiaoguai with you, father believes in you."
The young man's gaze slowly fell on Nangong Wei's gray hair, and his feet seemed to be rooted there, unable to move.
Before long, the father who was the pillar of the family and full of vigor in his memory was gradually becoming old without his knowledge.
His eyes suddenly felt sore and he hurried out of the house.
"Hey, brother. Why are your eyes red?" Xiao Taozhi pointed at Nangong Jue's eyes and asked curiously.
Nangong Jue turned away hastily, his words awkward: "You're mistaken, my eyes are not red."
Thinking of something important, Xiao Taozhi pulled Nangong Jue's hand and looked at his wound seriously.
"Zhizhi's breathing is very useful, right? Look, brother, it's much better here!" The little guy looked proud.
Nangong Jue poked Tao Zhi's chubby little face.
Little idiot.
It was clearly his father who used instruments to treat his injuries.
"Yeah." Nangong Jue couldn't bear to hit the little guy, but instead raised the corner of his mouth and praised: "You are great."
Little Taozhi was so proud that his big black eyes narrowed into slits due to his smile, and even the branches on his head were swaying from side to side.
"Master, there is a boy outside who claims to be your classmate and says he is here to tutor you. Do you want to let him in?" the servant said respectfully.
Classmates? Tutoring?
Nangong Jue was stunned for a moment.
Then I suddenly remembered that the school had organized a tutoring group some time ago, allowing some students from poor families but with excellent academic performance to help those students with poor learning ability with their homework, and the school would give certain rewards.
"Bring him in."
After giving the instructions, Nangong Jue took Xiao Taozhi to the living room to welcome the guests.
Although the Nangong family is very wealthy, they are by no means a playboy family and have always been courteous in treating guests.
Chen Ji followed the Nangong family servant into the living room. He was really surprised by the magnificent decoration here. It was completely different from where he lived.
Without showing any extra expression, Chen Ji thanked the guide casually.
He sat upright on the sofa, took out a book from his backpack, and thought carefully about what he was going to teach today.
"Brother Ji Sui~"
Chen Jisui paused his fingers as he turned the pages of the book, and immediately threw that somewhat absurd idea out of his mind.
He had been waiting for the little guy at the amusement park for so many days but hadn't seen him yet. How could he possibly meet him here?
Maybe I was hallucinating.
Just as Chen Jisui was thinking, a soft little ball of milk suddenly came to his feet.
"Brother Ji Sui, Zhizhi misses you so much~" Little Taozhi rubbed her furry little head against Shen Ji Sui's knees, acting softly and cutely and acting coquettishly with the boy.
Chen Jisui's body stiffened, suppressing the joy that flashed across his eyes, and asked calmly: "Why are you here?"
"Dad is not at home, Zhizhi is visiting Aunt Yaoyao's house!" Little Taozhi answered obediently.
The scene of Xiao Taozhi and Chen Jisui loving each other seemed inexplicably unpleasant to Nangong Jue.
How about you, little idiot, kiss him a little? Why is he hugging another strange boy and won't let go?
Nangong Jue grabbed Xiao Taozhi's collar and pulled her away, looking the newcomer up and down: "Are you... Chen Jisui?"
"Yeah." Chen Jisui responded indifferently.
Even though they were in different classes, Nangong Jue had heard of Chen Jisui's name, more than once.
As a primary school student, his comprehensive score ranked first in the entire federal district, and he won the first prize in the junior high school mathematics competition and English competition for three consecutive years. He also won prizes in every competition he participated in.
As for why it was three years, it was because he was not old enough before.
But geniuses are somewhat incompatible with ordinary people, such as the one in front of Nangong Jue.
Pretty cool.
(End of this chapter)
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