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Chapter 23 Take care of you for a lifetime.

"Drive to my house in 10 minutes." The left arm was slightly stretched back, and the sleeve was pulled in.

"Okay...wait a minute, isn't today Sunday?!" Holding the phone in the other hand, the right sleeve was also covered.

"I'll ask the accountant to count your overtime pay." The loyal butler went around and carefully zipped up the owner, evening out the slight wrinkles on the sportswear.

"You want to buy people's lives? I haven't been able to sleep for two whole weeks..." Before the other party finished speaking, she hung up the phone. The eldest lady raised her head and asked the housekeeper to straighten her collar.

"After playing tennis, I'll treat Boss Qin to dinner. You don't have to prepare my meal at noon." His eyes fell on the other party's neck, and from the open collar, half of Crystal Piggy's smiling face was slightly revealed.

Shiba took a few steps back, looked the eldest lady up and down, and after confirming that she couldn't find anything inconsistent, she nodded in satisfaction and expressed her sincere admiration: "Anything you wear looks so good."

"Call the master."

"Master, the office is closed on Sundays. I can take care of you. Why do you have to find Ms. Leng?" I can't deny that I feel a little jealous in my heart. The new guy has already occupied all the time after the young lady stepped out of the house. Now it is unreasonable to not let go of even one day in a week.

"As my driver, I am ready to be on call 24 hours a day. I don't want to pamper my subordinates." Ji Ci left the room again and walked downstairs to the living room.

Shiba hurriedly followed, with a somewhat disappointed and dejected look on his face.

Ever since the eldest lady agreed to let her open the office, the two of them have been busy, and the time to meet each other is limited to ten minutes after getting up in the morning. Returning early is to have more time to stay at home. I don’t want the eldest lady to go out early and return late, work overtime almost every day, and take a shower and sleep as soon as she comes back at night. I don’t even have a chance to chat with her and gossip. Disaster.

The living room was quiet, and the two wives who were most at odds with each other were not seen.

Ji Cha looked at Shiba suspiciously again.

"The master and the second wife went on a trip to Europe, and the eldest wife went back to her natal family in a fit of anger." While Shiba was talking, the third wife came out of the kitchen, saw them, and said happily: "Miss, I have prepared your favorite food." Fish porridge, here we go."

Ji Cha took another look at Shiba, Shiba understood, and with a warm heart, he quickly followed the third wife into the kitchen.

"Mom, you go and sit down too, and I'll serve it."

The steaming fish fillet porridge is topped with scallions, making it mouth-watering.Ji Cha ate again contentedly, even showing a rare faint smile on his face.

Shiba secretly stared at that childish face, deeply fascinated.

I remember the first time I praised "the little master is a beauty", what I got was a ungrateful look from the little beauty.It wasn't until I gradually became familiar with him in the future that I realized that the little master was used to seeing people who asked for their father and flattered and flattered him since he was a child. After hearing the flattering words over and over again, he was already tired of it.

"The TV news said that there will be a fireworks show at the National Square tonight." The third wife looked at her daughter with the same kindness as she looked at her rival's daughter.

Shiba doesn't like aquatic products such as fish, shrimp and crab. He didn't drink a mouthful of porridge for a long time, but kept stirring it with a spoon.Hearing what the third wife said, her eyes lit up immediately, and she subconsciously looked at the young lady.

"What time does it start?" The eldest lady did not look up, but still received Shiba's invitation signal.

"What time is it?" Shiba hurriedly asked the third wife.

"I didn't notice..." With an apologetic smile, the third wife suggested, "Walk there slowly after dinner, it should be almost time."

Shiba looked expectantly at the eldest lady.

"You can arrange it." The eldest lady wiped the corners of her lips gracefully with a napkin, and nodded slightly to the third wife, "Auntie, take it easy."

"Is this enough? Have another bowl?"

"No need." Ji Cha shook his head again, and walked towards the door, Shiba followed suit, picked out a pair of pink-blue tennis shoes from the shoe cabinet, knelt down and put them on for the eldest lady.

"I will arrange things properly for tonight, miss, please look forward to it." Eighteen was immersed in boundless joy, his eyes gleaming like two deep pools.

Ji Cha smiled again, turned around and opened the door, his gaze met Leng Sen who was about to raise his hand to ring the doorbell.

"One minute late." The eldest lady walked past her indifferently.

Leng Sen jumped up angrily: "I came here without breakfast, what else do you want?"

Shiba frowned, before opening his mouth, Leng Sen glanced over coldly: "What?"

"No... I'll pack a bowl of fish porridge for you."

"Really?" Leng Sen was a little surprised.

"You wait here."

Shiba neatly packed the porridge, which he hadn't eaten at all but was about to come out of juice, in a disposable bowl, put it in a bag, carried it to the door and handed it to Leng Sen who was waiting outside.

"Hmm...thank you." Leng Sen still couldn't believe it.

Shiba retracted her smile and said seriously, "Please take good care of her for me."

"I know." Leng Sen curled his lips, heck, she's not a child, and I'm not her nanny.

Eighteen was worried, and wanted to give some more advice, but the eldest lady's impatient voice floated over: "What's going on? Why don't you come out soon?"

Leng Sen also turned his head impatiently and replied: "Here we come, hurry up."

The moment he turned around to leave, Leng Sen felt his sleeves being pulled forcibly, and when he turned his head, it was the gentle, courteous and smiling housekeeper, who said again tirelessly: "Please take good care of her for me."

"I know." Leng Sen gave her the same answer.

Seeing the back of the new driver leaving, Shiba leaned against the door and shook his head slightly: "You don't know at all." That person is so important to me.

"Can you play tennis?"

"will not."

"Then you sit over there and wait."

This wait is two hours.

Leng Sen leaned on the chair and looked lazily at the tennis court. The scorching sun and the bright light hurt his puffy eyes due to lack of sleep.

As the sun shifted, Leng Sen changed several positions, his wheat-colored skin was already dark, unlike the energetic young lady on the tennis court, with icy skin and snow skin, as if carved out of white jade.

It was a little far away, and I couldn't see the facial features of the eldest lady clearly. I just saw that slender figure running and swinging vigorously. Leng Sen couldn't help being curious. At this moment, she was still playing with a dead face. ?

It's not that I haven't seen her smile, it's unexpectedly sweet and waxy, and there is a little bit of beautiful streamer like a spark in her eyes, which softens the cold and hard shell, making people feel close to her for a moment.

"Auntie, auntie!"

Unknowingly, she fell into memories, until someone pulled her sleeves hard, and then she came back to her senses completely, and turned her head to look, it was a strange boy of six or seven years old calling her, with big black eyes innocent and clear, Staring straight at himself.

Leng Sen hesitated before pointing at himself: "Auntie?"

The little boy put a large, beautifully packaged cardboard box on her lap, pointed to the tennis court and said slowly, "Papa said this is a surprise for that big sister."

"What?" Leng Sen looked in the direction he was pointing at. It was the running lady, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, "Who is your father?"

"Father is father." The innocent tone was paired with helpless eyes, as if she had asked a silly question.

"What's your father's name?" Leng Sen glanced at Boss Qin's Mediterranean hairstyle. Although he knew that there were many wild bees and butterflies around the eldest lady, he didn't expect that even the wild bees and butterflies who became her father could not resist her charm.

"Dad, let's call him Dad." The little boy bit his finger and tilted his head, his expression more confused than her.

Leng Sen calmed down for a moment before asking again: "Then what's your name?"

"Qin Lang." The little boy lowered his head shyly, covered his mouth with his hands as if thinking of something, turned around and ran away.

"Hey, wait..."

The little boy seemed to be very familiar with this place. Leng Sen stood up and wanted to chase after him, but he had already lost sight of him.

"The surname is Qin..." Undoubtedly, he is the son of the Mediterranean Sea.

Leng Sen glanced at the happy lady on the other side of the field. She was young, beautiful, healthy and rich. No wonder everyone loved her.

She stood up with the gift box in her arms, squinted her eyes in the sun, and looked around the wide stadium. There were not many people, and every strange face was smiling slightly. They were in groups, in pairs, It was as if she was the only one left alone.

Strange that I should be here, wasting time.

Leng Sen suddenly felt extremely tired. He didn't sleep well last night and had nightmares again and again. He didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, but was woken up by a phone call and couldn't sleep well.

She went back to the car, pulled a long piece of web over her eyes, leaned back in the chair, and concentrated on counting the sheep.

From one to one hundred, from one hundred to two hundred, from two hundred to three hundred, the eyelids are so heavy, the body is so tired, but the brain is as clear as water.

The ear can hear the noise outside the car window, the wind blows gently against the glass, the sparrow jumps to the bottom of the car and chirps, and the passers-by chat loudly on the phone.

390 two, 390 three, 390 four...

——Hasn't she noticed that I've been away for so long?

Four hundred and five, four hundred and six, four hundred and seven, four hundred and zero...

She won't find out after driving around and coming back, so she might as well go to a nearby supermarket and forget about it.

450 seven, 450 eight...

Leng Sen suddenly grabbed the roll paper from his eyes, and turned his head to see the car window as if telepathically, the man was curling up his index finger as if to knock on the glass.

Putting down the car window, Leng Sen said confidently: "I always sleep until I wake up naturally on Sundays, otherwise I will lose energy."

Ji Cha nodded again, without a word of reproach, just said indifferently: "Then you go first, you don't need to drive the car back to my house, remember to pick me up to the company on time tomorrow."

While Leng Sen was pleasantly surprised, he did not forget to ask hypocritically, "Then how do you go back later?"

"General Manager Qin will send me off."

These words reminded Leng Sen, she quickly took out the gift box given to her by the little boy before, and handed it out of the car window.

"President Ji, this is for you."

Ji Cha looked at her suspiciously again, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

Leng Sen had no choice but to say: "It's a little surprise from President Qin."

Xu Shi had seen many suitors' tricks, and the eldest lady was very disapproving. After thinking about it, she peeled off the wrapping paper outside the gift box.

Leng Sen was full of curiosity, he really wanted to see the mysterious surprises of the rich, and waited with great interest for the eldest lady to unpack and open the carton.

It's just that she never dreamed that the little surprise in her imagination would be such an unforgettable shock.

No matter how many years later she recalled what happened on this day and at this moment, she was still terrified and terrified.

The moment the box was opened, there was a thin sound of tying the strings, and something flew out very quickly, shining like a star in the sun. Before Leng Sen could figure out what was going on, it Hearing Ji Cha uttered another low cry, and the paper box fell from her hands, she took a few steps back, covered her eyes with her hands and knelt down slowly.

"Hey, what's the matter..." Leng Sen felt that something was wrong, and immediately opened the car door and rushed to her side, asking puzzledly, "What's going on? Let me see your face..."

She eagerly grabbed both of the young lady's wrists and forced her to turn to herself, but when she saw the scene in front of her clearly, she was shocked out of her wits.

The wisp of scarlet liquid that slowly flowed down from between the fingers covering his eyes was clearly blood!

"Send...take me to the hospital..." Ji Cha ordered in a trembling voice, holding back the pain again.

"Okay...Okay, I'll take you to the hospital right away." Leng Sen felt his mind was blank, his thoughts were confused, and he couldn't think. Only after being reminded by Ji Li again did he know what to do now.

"Take that box...in the car."

"Box, box?" Leng Sen frantically picked Ji Cha up again, put him into the passenger seat, and then ran to pick up the box.

——I heard that Qin Lao's son works in the bureau and knows everyone in black and white, so maybe he will find someone to punish her.

——Dad said it was a surprise for the big sister.

——Then what's your name?

——Qin Lang.

"It's not Qin...it's Tan!" The moment he picked up the box, Leng Sen suddenly woke up like a dream.

— Please take good care of her for me.

--I know.

The hand holding the steering wheel was trembling slightly, and the people curled up beside him no longer groaned.Leng Sen bit his lower lip hard, suppressing the strong fear and anxiety in his heart.

"I won't let you get into trouble, we'll be at the hospital soon, just hold on..."

She freed up one hand to hold her cold hand that was hanging down. The face that was uncovered was blood-stained, especially the corners of the eyes.

"If you are blind, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

The pessimistic promise with infinite guilt and pain did not receive any response. Leng Sen focused on the front, clutching the steering wheel with one hand, and holding Ji Chayou's hand stubbornly with the other hand, steadfastly refusing to let go.