"Lele." Ximu took her hand and looked straight at Tao Le, with a strange expression on his face.
With some apprehension, there is also a hint of irrepressible joy.
"Are you a little concerned about what happened that day? In fact, I can explain it."
Tao Le shook off his hand with a little force.
Simu's strength was many times stronger than hers, but at this moment, she got rid of him so easily.
"You must be overthinking it. Since I have clearly rejected you, how can I interfere in your private affairs again?"
She smiled sincerely and brilliantly: "Thank you, Mr. Xi, for your warm hospitality, and thank you very much for the foundation you established for the disadvantaged groups."
Simu paused and smiled: "Since you want to thank me, you can't just say it with your mouth."
Without seeing how he moved, he stood directly in her way: "I am not a selfless person. Everything I do and every penny I pay needs to be repaid. "
Tao Le didn't expect that Ximu could say such worldly and rogue words with that glorious face, and he couldn't help but feel a little speechless.
"Well, I have nothing to repay you. If you don't want to set up a foundation, then forget it."
Before she finished speaking, she was hugged tightly by Simu.
"You do." His voice came from behind her ear: "I don't want much, I just want to hug you like this."
Tao Le was imprisoned in a small space, with the scent of Thousand-year-old Cypress lingering in his nose. Feeling the strong warmth of this embrace, he feebly stopped struggling in vain.
Her head lay on Ximu's chest, listening to his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and her mood gradually calmed down.
Slowly and stiffly, she wrapped her hands around his waist and hugged him.
Ximu's body froze slightly, and it took him a long time to react.
This was the first time Tao Le responded proactively to his enthusiasm.
Realizing this, his heart was immediately filled with ecstasy.
"Lele, you."
Tao Le said nothing. She tried her best to stand on tiptoes and raised her head, and then she could barely reach his chin.
His face was clean and refreshing, which made Tao Le very satisfied, so he pecked it gently with his lips.
At this moment, Ximu's blood flowed backwards, rushing to the top of his head, and he was stunned.
Tao Le never imagined that such a simple action, which could not even be called a kiss, would turn his neck, face, and even the tips of his ears into a light pink, as if pressing some magical switch. Even his eyes were blurred.
This kind of Ximu has lost all his usual coldness and sharpness, and has become a little cute instead.
cute? When did she dare to apply this term to the prince?
Tao Le suppressed the strangeness in his heart and took advantage of this rare opportunity to easily escape from Ximu's arms.
"Just now, consider it the reward I paid you." She said playfully.
As he spoke, he quickly moved towards the door.
"We're settled, I have to leave quickly - it's all because of the game you made, it's too attractive." She found a reasonable excuse.
Simu was still standing there, with an unpredictable look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
When Tao Le saw this, he immediately added: "No need to give it away, I still have friends waiting for me in the game!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she turned and left.
Until she went downstairs and got into the car, Simu didn't chase her out.
As the car started, Tao Le gradually relaxed, and his heartbeat began to calm down with shame.
Ximu's appearance just now kept appearing in her mind.
His reaction at that time was not like that of an old man who had been in love for many years, but rather like that of a young man who was just learning about love.
A smile appeared on Tao Le's lips unconsciously.
She seemed to be really no longer afraid of Simu.
Gazigou in the eastern suburbs has always been the place with the cheapest land prices in the entire Yun City.
The east should correspond to the purple energy coming from the east and the feng shui flourishing, but it is different here in Yun City.
This section of Daqingshan is towering and steep, sealing off the entire east side of the city without leaving even an exit.
Gazigou is at the foot of the mountain. There is no sunshine before ten o'clock every morning.
In such a remote corner of the country, Wu Jun worked hard for most of his life, but not even a single permanent property was left.
He had long been numb from the pain of what happened back then, and he would not always look back and think about it.
The driving force that supports him to this day is his little grandson.
He always thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he would be able to raise his child well, watch him find a job, get married, and maybe even have great-grandchildren.
But unexpectedly, his will was still strong, but his body could no longer hold on.
The doctor talked hesitantly for a long time today, and he understood what he meant, that he had to be hospitalized and undergo surgery.
Not only that, one operation couldn't stop it at all, and a second one had to be done.
But people also made it very clear that even if money is spent and surgeries are performed, the disease cannot be cured.
By this time, he was regretting his decision to go to the hospital.
The cost of a series of examinations, including a gastroscopy, was over a thousand yuan.
In fact, he had to pay several hundred yuan for the subsequent pathological biopsy, but he did not pay that amount.
The more than 50,000 yuan he had on hand was saved for his grandson, and he could not spend it casually.
The doctor's meaning is very clear. If you spend enough money, you can buy another three months, half a year, or even a year of life.
Oh, his life is so valuable.
But after he leaves, what to do with his grandson still needs to be carefully arranged.
Wu Jun coughed a few more times, glanced at his grandson who was watching a cartoon, and picked up his phone.
As soon as he left in the afternoon, someone called him repeatedly. The number belonged to the female doctor he met during the day.
He didn't dare to accept it at all, for fear that he would change his mind if someone persuaded him.
There is no one who does not like to live. Even if it’s just to live a few more months, or a few more days.
But his grandson is still young, so he can't be so selfish.
Wu Jun thought carefully for a while, then opened the drawer next to the bedside table and took out a small notebook.
The notebook is only about the size of a palm and is covered with red plastic. The pages inside have long turned yellow.
He put on his reading glasses, flipped through the pages, and found a phone number written in blue oil pen with a circle of oil.
After pressing three times in a row, he pressed all the numbers correctly and dialed them.
It was picked up very quickly over there.
"Hello?"
"In-laws, it's me, Lao Wu!"
Snapped! The call was immediately hung up.
Wu Jun's mouth was full of bitterness, and he dialed again, only to find that only the busy signal was left.
His number is probably blocked by others.
In that incident that year, the couple lost their only daughter. They blamed Wu Jun's son and refused to help get a penny of compensation. The two families turned against each other.
In fact, after that, they also came over to see their grandson, but he became very determined and refused to agree no matter what - they broke off all contact with him.
Now that I think about it, why bother?
But no matter what, they are also the only relatives of his grandson.
It doesn't matter if you don't answer the phone. He will come to the door in person tomorrow to apologize.
Anyway, he only has a few days left to live, so there is no need to worry about his face anymore.
Wu Jun sat down silently, took out tobacco and paper, slowly rolled a cigarette, and lit it.
The hot smoke entered the trachea, causing a slight burning sensation.
This pain made him feel a little happy. He is still alive and still in the world at this moment.
"Ding dong! Guests are coming!"
The electronic doorbell rang, and a guest came to the door.
(End of chapter)
