Chapter 19: Tall, Rich and Handsome
Trapped at the swaying bus stop on a rainy night, Zhuo Can thought of many ways to escape, none of which were anything more than hailing a taxi before turning off his phone, borrowing a passerby's phone to call Qi Rui for help, or the most convenient and likely way, that the rain would stop soon.
Anyway, none of them involves being driven home by the company's new boss in a seven-figure car.
Afraid that the water stains on his body would damage the boss's seat, which had countless zeros on it, Zhuo Can awkwardly sat on the front half of his buttocks. He raised his hand to rest on the backrest, but then retracted it. He tried to discern the direction in the rain. "Yes, it's the intersection ahead, turn left, and drive through it to the end."
President Lu looked over in the rearview mirror and nodded slightly: "I understand."
His voice is not the deep and gorgeous voice of a domineering president in the traditional impression. It sounds clean and more like a scholar.
After all, he is a highly educated person who has obtained two doctoral degrees abroad. Zhuo Can thought, no wonder he felt sleepy when listening to him talking in the meeting that day. It was the same reason why the professor's chatter was the most hypnotic when he was in school.
Afraid that Mianli would wet another seat, Zhuo Can held him on his lap and placed his dripping coat at his feet.
The child was hidden by the backrest and patted the halo above his head to dry himself and Cancan. The latter was so scared that he quickly grabbed his little hand and lowered his voice: "Not now."
Mian Li imitated him and whispered: "Why?"
"Because... I can't let anyone else see it."
"Why?"
"Are you asking a hundred thousand questions..." Zhuo Can sighed and used the old method, "Humanity will be jealous of you."
Normally, after he said this, the little Lord God would proudly give up showing off.
But today the boy was really uncomfortable because of the wet and cold feeling, and he refused to obey. He grunted and moved his arm away, sniffing exaggeratedly.
Mr. Lu heard it, looked in the rearview mirror and said gently, "Are you feeling cold? There are two buttons under the seat, the left one for heating and the right one for drying. Turn them on and you'll feel more comfortable."
After thanking him, Zhuo Can fumbled to press the switch, and hot air really blew out from under the seat.
The squirming child in his arms instantly froze, mouth open, moaning "Aa ...
It turns out that seats can have this function. It’s really good to be rich.
Office slaves shed tears.
By the time I drove into the community parking lot, my hands and the edges of my clothes were almost dry.
Zhuo Can got out of the car holding the child, feeling extremely terrified, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, it's really troublesome for you."
"It's okay, it's just a piece of cake."
"Why don't you come up and have a cup of tea before you go?"
He made the usual polite remarks, and theoretically a busy man like the boss should have refused and then gone home.
The boss didn't follow the rules at all and nodded: "Well, then I'd rather obey you."
Zhuo Can: “…”
I was being polite to you, but you were really rude.
*
The first thing Zhuo Can did when he came home was to turn on the air conditioner to the maximum.
The second thing was to quickly put the child into the bathroom, rinse him, blow-dry his hair, and then wrap him tightly in a bath towel and put him on the sofa.
In her own world, Mian Li always wore an "angel uniform" (it sounds high-end, but it's actually just a simple robe that covers from head to toe), which is quite similar in texture to a bath towel.
The children's clothes that Zhuo Can bought are nice-looking, but they are uncomfortable to wear because they bind the hands and feet. Mian Li still likes bath towels the most.
The soft and chewy little child was wrapped in a snow-white bath towel, like a glutinous rice dumpling with caramel filling, revealing a tuft of small curls on the forehead and a chubby face, looking at the stranger with big eyes.
"Tell me your name, mortal."
With a soft and cute face, his voice was as impolite as ever.
President Lu wasn't angry either. He squatted down to be at his eye level: "Lu Song. What about you?"
Mian Li didn't understand why, after arriving in this world, everyone he asked a question would ask him the same question. Humans were truly rude.
He pouted and said, "Lili, I won't tell you."
Having gotten a half-answer, Lu Song remained noncommittal and asked another question: "His name is Zhuo Can, right?"
Mian Li was very secretive: "I won't tell you."
Lu Song smiled and said, "Okay, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me."
Mianli felt that this person was very different.
The humans he had met so far could be roughly divided into two types. Either they were in-game players like Wang Er who were so terrified that they dared not even breathe, or they were like Qi Rui and Xiao Hui who were captivated by him and couldn't let go the moment they saw him.
Zhuo Can is between these two types of people, while this guy named Lu Song doesn't belong to either category.
I can’t say I’m enthusiastic about myself, nor can I say I’m indifferent. Anyway, I feel a sense of distance.
Qi Rui said last time that one day, Cancan would find a beautiful sister or aunt, start his own new family, and then no longer need him.
(In fact, Qi Rui only said the first half of the sentence, and the rest was all made up by his own imagination.)
In the current situation, beautiful and handsome mean almost the same thing. A new person, Cancan brought him home.
Aside from his gender, this very tall man perfectly fits the "enemy profile."
The child sensed a sense of danger, and He had no intention of being euphemistic. He asked directly and seriously, "Are you going to take Cancan away?"
Lu Song didn't answer. Zhuo Can, who came in with water, was so shocked that he almost fell down.
"Lu...Mr. Lu, please have some water." He handed the cup to Lu Song.
Lu Song stood up and took it: "Thank you."
Zhuo Can smiled awkwardly, then turned around and his smile disappeared. He grabbed Mian Li's small shoulders and glared at him, nervously saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
If you say such disrespectful words in front of your new boss, do you still want to have a career?
Mianli did not obey, snorted and turned away.
Zhuo Can apologized to Lu Song awkwardly: "Sorry, Mr. Lu, the child is ignorant..."
"It's okay, children speak without restraint." Lu Song acted calmly, smiled slightly, and asked the boy patiently, "Why do you think so?"
Zhuo Can tried his best to wink and make faces to signal Mian Li not to talk nonsense, but how could the little Lord God listen to him?
Mianli counted on his fingers, "You are pretty. Lili doesn't know you. Cancan brought you to our house."
At such a young age, he spoke so logically that Lu Song looked at him in a different light.
Lu Song asked: "Who is he to you?"
Mianli looked at Zhuo Can, whose gaze nervously wandered between the big and small child, fearing that the child would say something shocking like "He is my servant".
Fortunately, Mianli was very sensible and patted his chest: "I'm Lili's keeper~!"
Looks very proud.
Zhuo Can: “…”
It still feels like something is not quite right.
Lu Song was amused by this answer: "So this is the relationship between you two."
Zhuo Can wanted to cover his face: "No, he is my... uh, distant cousin. I will take care of him for a while."
"Really?" Lu Song said calmly, "I think you're not old enough to get married or have children."
His eyes scanned the furnishings of Zhuo Can's living room inconspicuously. It really looked like a bachelor's residence.
Zhuo Can was unaware of this scrutiny and subconsciously glanced at Lu Song's fingers, which were empty, without a ring.
It seems that even if he is tall, rich and handsome, he is still single like me.
Zhuo Can breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
*
The little fairy and the stranger looked at each other for a while. Although there was a huge difference in altitude, their auras were evenly matched and neither of them was afraid of the other.
The third person watched anxiously, completely unaware of the meaning of the sparks exploding in the air.
He didn't dare to interrupt either of his two ancestors.
Until Zhuo Can's sneeze broke the delicate calm.
Time was tight, so he only rinsed the little fairy and it wasn't his turn to take a shower. He had changed out of his wet clothes since he came in, and his body hadn't even warmed up yet.
I was so busy just now that I forgot about it. Now that I’m calm, my fingertips are cold.
Lu Song frowned slightly at his strange behavior and put down the cup: "I won't bother you anymore, just do your thing and don't get cold."
Zhuo Can touched his nose, fearing that he might infect his boss with a cold. He nodded and bowed, sending the big Buddha away.
He wanted to walk Lu Song downstairs, but he declined at the elevator entrance. Zhuo Can had little experience dealing with big bosses, so between being polite and obeying, he chose the latter. His face almost froze with a smile as he watched Lu Song disappear through the closing elevator doors.
After returning home, I heaved a sigh of relief and muttered to myself, "This is the first time I've been so close to a big boss. I'm so nervous..."
Zhuo Can noticed the child on the sofa tilting his head to look at him and smiled at him: "Hey, I didn't expect the leader to be such a nice person."
Mianli did not express any opinion on this, but seemed to be lost in thought.
When the little god is thinking, his caramel-colored eyes are always watery and sparkling with stars. He looks innocent and sweet.
Although Zhuo Can knew very well how many devilish thoughts were hidden under the skin of this angel.
He bent down and pinched Mianli's nose: "Okay, I'm going to take a shower first. You stay here and don't fall... Oh, forget it, you can fly anyway."
The little god watched him go into the bathroom, patted the halo on his head to continue drying himself, and the tail behind him slipped out from under the bath towel and swung unhappily.
He felt something was wrong.
Although His young age and underdeveloped ability to express Himself prevented Him from describing clearly what had gone wrong, God's intuition was always accurate.
Just as He could spot the lone, glowing Zhuo Can among millions of gray and white grids, He could also materialize ominous premonitions into strange air currents surging in the air.
After much thought, it is still related to Lu Song.
Is it because that person looks at Cancan differently from others?
Whether it was Oriel in the past or Cancan, Qirui, and Xiaohui in the present, the look they gave Him was full of love for their cubs.
As for Zhizhi and Taotao, they worship themselves, both explicitly and implicitly. (Regardless of what the cats think, this is what the little fairy thinks.)
What Cancan, Qi Rui and Xiaohui exchanged was trust.
The look between Qi Rui and Xiao Hui was one that seemed to indicate they didn't quite understand each other.
After arriving in this new world, the little god's social circle is limited, and the sampling is limited.
Lu Song was the first, second, third person He knew... What number came after three?
The bath towel slipped off her head, and Zhuo Can came out wiping her hair and saw the flaxen-colored little ball holding up her hands and looking at her fingers blankly.
"Kami-chan, what are you doing?"
The child raised his head and said, "Cancan, what number comes after three?"
"puff."
"Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing. Three is followed by four. What's wrong?"
Rattle shook his head and refused to say anything.
The child has his own ideas even though he hasn't grown up yet. The young father suddenly feels lost.
His way of dealing with loss was to pounce on the child and give him a gentle push, causing the unsuspecting child to stagger and fall backwards on the sofa, and then tickle his chubby belly.
The little fellow giggled as he tickled him, and every time he laughed, the halo above his head would light up, twinkling like a disco ball, so bright that Zhuo Can, who was so close to him, couldn't open his eyes and was the first to admit defeat.
The little fairy seized the opportunity, rolled to the side nimbly, picked up the cushion to protect himself, and stretched out his tail to give the other person a taste of his own medicine.
So, both the questioner and the person being questioned completely forgot why they had counted to four.
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Maybe by the time we finish the article, our three-year-old little god won’t be able to count to ten and do addition and subtraction (
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