Chapter 30 Chapter 30 How come you have no sense of boundaries...
The Leng family has the custom of having a meal together and staying up all night on New Year’s Eve.
Chi Ke made up for the whole day's sleep, and at night he got on Leng Yunting's Maybach to go to the old house.
"Aren't you going back to spend the New Year with your parents?" Leng Yunting asked, "I remember you have a younger brother, you can bring him to the old house to play, the manor is big, it's big enough for you two."
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Leng." Leng Yunting was like this. When he was in a good mood, he would be nice to his subordinates, but when he was in a bad mood, he would attack everyone with a heavy punch. "But my family is quite traditional, and we won't go out of town for the New Year."
He called Chi Yuanfan a week ago and asked if he wanted to come to S City with his mother to celebrate the New Year. Within half a day, he got a rejection reply, saying that it was unlucky to leave home during the New Year.
Lu Lijuan didn't know how to use a smartphone and didn't understand how to collect payments. Chi Yuanfan didn't have a smartphone either. He was afraid that the "real father" he had never met would swindle his money away, so he asked someone he knew there to raise a large sum of cash and send it over in the name of the original owner.
Chi Yuanfan is a smart kid. He helped cover up and didn't arouse Lu Lijuan's suspicion.
"Feudal and conservative." Leng Yunting said, "Tsk, tsk." "Xu Lemian brought his mother to S City to celebrate the New Year this year. Which apartment did you arrange for him?"
Xu Lemian doesn’t have his own house, but wants to invite his mother to come over for the New Year.
Living in a villa was a bit extravagant, so Leng Yunting asked Chi Ke to give him an empty apartment to live in.
Speaking of this, Chi Ke was a little depressed: "Rongyuan."
It happens to be the place where he is renting now.
Leng Yunting only has this one house, which is neither particularly luxurious nor shabby, and meets Xu Lemian's requirements.
Leng Yunting nodded to show that he understood. When he got off the car, he said to Chi Ke, "Add me back on WeChat."
Chi Ke almost forgot about this.
"Hasn't it been added back yet?" he asked deliberately.
Leng Yunting deleted it himself, and he should be added back on his own initiative?
In the past, no matter whether it was a handsome guy or a beautiful girl, a homeless man or a billionaire, which one of them didn’t add him actively?
He has never been so eager to add anyone's contact information in his life, and even his boss won't let him make an exception.
Leng Yunting hummed in a haughty tone.
"Okay, I'll come back and take a look." Chi Ke said this, but he didn't even take out his cell phone.
Leng Yunting frowned, but before he could urge him, Chi Ke had already greeted the manor steward.
He walked right past everyone and swaggered into the house, not very happy.
Chi Ke was greeting someone, a step behind him, and was about to follow him in when another Maybach arrived late.
He paused for a moment, watched the car door open, and a man who looked somewhat like Leng Yunting and was wearing exactly the same style of clothing as Leng Yunting walked out.
Sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, high nose bridge, serious expression, slicked-back hair, and high-end suits...both his appearance and the way he dresses are very cool.
Chi Ke thought expressionlessly: How annoying.
I couldn't recognize people's faces in the first place, and now it's even harder to tell them apart when the two brothers of the Leng family appear together.
As a cannon fodder worker, he did not look at her for too long out of courtesy, but obediently stepped aside with the housekeeper.
Unexpectedly, Young Master Leng glanced around, walked straight towards him, took out two hot packs, and stuffed them into his hands without saying anything: "Assistant Chi, it's cold, please come in."
Chi Ke: “?”
Chi Ke was silent for a while. Because he didn't want to make trouble, he didn't ask the reason and chose to obey directly: "Thank you."
Leng Baiyao nodded gentlemanly, appearing calm on the surface, but in fact he was almost annoyed by the constant vibrating phone in his pocket.
Only after sitting down at the dining table did he have time to take out his fast-running cell phone to check messages.
[The Great Gitzby: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? ]
[The Great Gitzby: Did you see him? Did you see him? Did you see him? ]
[The Great Gitzby: Is he wearing too little? He stayed up all night last night. Is he okay? Did Leng Yunting bully him? Did you give him the hot pack?]
【The Great Gitzby: Answer me, answer me, answer me, answer me! 】
[The Great Gitzby: /bomb/x99+]
Leng Baiyao took a deep breath.
[Leng Baiyao: Don’t force me to call 120 on New Year’s Eve to have you sent to a mental hospital.]
【Leng Baiyao: I've given you the warm baby, please stop bothering me. 】
[The Great Gitzby: Are his hands cold? ]
Leng Baiyao recalled.
【Leng Baiyao: It seems a little bit. 】
[The Great Gitzby: Wow, how come you have no sense of boundaries?! Are you polite? Are you a gentleman? Where is your sense of propriety?! How could you touch his hand! ! ! ! ! ]
Leng Baiyao: "..."
Leng Baiyao was so angry that he was about to die.
Damn it, he just accidentally touched it with his fingertips when he was using the hot pack!
"Brother, who are you chatting with? Your expression is so colorful?" Leng Yunting knocked on the table across from him. "Grandpa is still here. It's not polite to play with your phone while eating."
Leng Baiyao cursed Ji Qian in his heart and calmly put away his phone: "What are you talking about? Can I play when grandpa is not around? My brother has two faces?"
Leng Yunting smiled wryly and said, "Brother still likes to over-interpret things."
Leng Baiyao picked up the orange juice and took two sips, too lazy to pay attention to the other party's childish bickering game.
Leng Yunting punched the cotton and shrugged it sideways in displeasure.
Chi Ke saw their interaction and exchanged a glance with the old man, both seeing stupor in each other's eyes.
There's a big gap between the two brothers' ranks.
Leng Yunting is still too young.
If you are so impatient, how can you fight against the big brother?
Obviously, the old man still favored his grandson in his heart. Seeing the awkward atmosphere, he directly ended the confrontation: "Okay, let's eat. Tomorrow, all relatives and friends will come to the Spring Festival dinner. Tonight, we will have a good meal together. You guys spend more time talking to me. Xiao Ke, come and have a drink with grandpa."
The two brothers of the Leng family looked up at Chi Ke at the same time, their surprise unconcealed.
The intimacy and trust in the old man's words were too obvious.
Chi Ke raised his glass calmly and complained in his heart, "Old fox."
Wouldn't it be helpful to bring him out at this time to temporarily divert the attention of these two people and stop them from continuing to quarrel?
He is really a useful brick and can be moved wherever he is needed.
"My toast to you." Chi Ke stood up slightly, touched the wine glass in the old man's hand respectfully but without flattery, and drank it all in one gulp.
It was open and polite but not intimate. Although there was no explanation, it was enough to make the two brothers next to them feel a little relieved and withdraw some of their attention.
The old man looked at him, a subtle smile flashing across his lips.
"Okay, sit down, don't be so polite."
Chi Ke smiled and sat down, acting as the balance in the conversation between the three people. If someone couldn't continue what was said, he would take it over and pass it on again, making a big deal out of a small matter...
In short, no matter what everyone thought in their hearts, at least on the surface the meal went very harmoniously.
At the end of the meal, the old man put down his chopsticks, wiped his hands slowly, and finally brought up three main topics.
The first serious matter is about Chi Ke.
"Xiao Ke has been following Yun Ting for many years. I have seen his business ability. Zhen Ting is short of manpower for the new product line that is about to be launched. There are not many people I trust. If you are not busy, come and help me occasionally."
Chi Ke naturally agreed, as he finally had a chance to interact with the old man.
The second important matter involved Leng Yunting.
"Yun Ting, you seem to be getting close to a little celebrity named Xu Lemian recently."
Leng Yunting's face froze, and he whispered, "Just for fun."
"I haven't taken care of you for these years, and you should have had enough fun." The old man was confused, "You are not young anymore, it's time to find someone to settle down with."
Leng Yunting frowned: "Grandpa, I have no intention of getting married now."
"I'm not asking you to get married. Even if you want to fall in love, you can't just date anyone." The old man's voice was steady. He was so kind and amiable just now, but now he sounded oppressive.
When Leng Baiyao, who was watching the show nearby, heard the topic of marriage, he secretly thought that something was wrong.
Sure enough, the old man naturally pointed out the third thing.
"Bai Yao, how was the blind date?"
Leng Baiyao calmly put down his glass: "Seven consecutive defeats."
"You..." The old man choked up for once, "Haven't you only met someone during this period of time?"
"Including this seven-game losing streak," Leng Boyao said casually, "I've been on seven blind dates, and coffee has been splashed on me twice."
Old man: “.”
Leng Yunting mocked mercilessly: "Brother, I told you to change your unpleasant and cold personality earlier."
Leng Baiyao shrugged: "It's better than being a prostitute."
"I'm young, so it's understandable that I have a lot of energy and blood." Leng Yunting said, "Brother, are you healthy?"
"Appropriate abstinence helps the brain think." Leng Baiyao spoke slowly, "Excessive indulgence can lead to kidney deficiency and physical weakness."
Chi Ke took a sip of wine to hide the smile on his lips.
Don't judge a book by its cover, and Young Master Leng is not a serious person.
There is no one who is not crazy. Don’t be fooled by his serious appearance. He may have been crazy for many years.
"That's enough." The old man frowned, "Bai Yao, I warned you last time. Didn't I say that you must try to get along with others for a while?"
Leng Yunting was curious: "Which daughter?"
"It has nothing to do with you." The old man didn't want to answer.
Leng Yunting frowned and wanted to send a message to Chi Ke to check, but when he opened WeChat, he found that the special assistant's friend had not been added back.
He gritted his teeth, endured the humiliation and sent a friend request to Chi Ke, staring at him resentfully.
Chi Ke saw the phone light up and noticed the gaze.
But he ignored it.
Do you really think he is a good-tempered person?
"They are abroad, and we haven't had time to get along with each other yet." Leng Boyao said, "I guess we won't get along."
"He's going back to China soon, stop talking nonsense to me. How can you know if it works out if you don't get along with him?" The old man made the final decision, "He's going back to China after the New Year, go pick him up at the airport."
Leng Baiyao sighed: "I know."
Old man: "Don't be late for the dinner tomorrow, come with me to visit you the day after tomorrow..."
"I have something to do on the second day of the New Year." Leng Boyao interrupted, "I have a bet on a competition the day after tomorrow."
"A bet?" The old man looked at him suspiciously. "Isn't it illegal?"
"Please believe in my moral standards." Leng Baiyao looked at his brother opposite him with a smile, "I never do things like prostitution, cheating, and bribery."
The veins on Leng Yunting's hand holding the wine glass suddenly bulged.
"What do you mean, brother?"
"It's nothing." Leng Baiyao stood up gracefully and put down the towel he used to wipe his hands. "Grandpa, I really had an appointment that day to go racing. I only bet the money for a motorcycle, which is not even as expensive as the bottle of wine my brother opened last night."
The dinner table suddenly fell silent.
Obviously, everyone knew what Leng Yunting had done in Hongshang in the early morning.
Chi Ke waited for the two of them to stare at each other for a while, then said slowly, "Second Young Master, I've asked someone to pack that bottle of wine for you."
Leng Yunting reacted suddenly, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was beating with pain.
He had already drunk the bottle of wine he had opened last night. Chi Ke's words were a way of helping him out, but he had to go buy another bottle for the old man as a New Year's gift tonight...
Hold.
He didn't have much liquid capital to begin with, and this time he was bleeding heavily.
No matter how painful his heart was, Leng Yunting still smiled indifferently and said, "I wanted to give Grandpa a surprise."
Leng Baiyao, who knew the value of the bottle of wine, remained noncommittal, with a hint of gloating on his face.
He just lost the "face" that everyone knew about, but Leng Yunting lost real money.
"That's thoughtful." They couldn't guess what the old man was thinking, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, have someone take the food away, pack up, and the two of you follow me to the ancestral hall."
Leng Yunting was wearing little, so he had to go back and change his clothes.
After he left, the old man asked, "Bai Yao, who are you going to play racing with?"
Leng Baiyao was about to answer, but when he saw Chi Ke out of the corner of his eye, he immediately changed his words: "A friend."
Chi Ke caught his pause and gaze and let out a light click of his tongue.
The way the eldest young master looked at him was exactly the same as when he looked at others gossiping.
He doesn't mind other people's gazes and scrutiny, but this guy is too straightforward and has no restraint at all.
I feel a bit unhappy.
Mr. Leng: "What kind of person is he? Is he reliable?"
"He's a nice guy," Leng Boyao replied, "but he's sometimes not very smart."
Chi Ke lowered his eyes and pinched his wrist bones intermittently.
…
Late at night, Leng Baiyao came out of the ancestral hall on the pretext of going to the toilet and received a series of life-threatening calls from his assistant.
"Boss Leng, something bad has happened!" the assistant said in a panic, "The eldest daughter of the Su family just called me and asked me, asked me..."
The one from the Su family was the marriage partner that Old Master Leng asked him to try to get along with.
Leng Baiyao: "What do I want to ask you? Don't stutter."
The assistant cried, "She heard about your high school grades from somewhere and asked me if it was true that you never passed the Chinese language exam."
Leng Baiyao: “.”
Assistant: "She she she she she even said that you have an IQ problem!"
Leng Baiyao: “…”
"She, she also suspected..." The assistant's voice became lower and lower as she spoke, "She suspected that you were a walking 500,000."
Hold.
Leng Baiyao's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.
Who leaked the secrets abroad?
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