Chapter 27

If a rival can kill one, he must not be soft handed.

Ji Xiaonan did a funny thing. He left the dining table and went straight to the garden. He looked up at the sky and said, "it's not raining.

Kangxi is eating wonton slowly, his expression is flat, as if what he just said is the most normal thing in the world. After eating wonton, he cleans his mouth gracefully, "when you are full, go out to work, I will give you seven days."

Waiting for him to leave, Ji Xiaonan pinches his face hard, and the pain makes him realize clearly that this is not a dream. He takes out his mobile phone and dials a number.

After the phone was connected, Ji Xiaonan said, "Lao Geng, something's wrong!"

Geng Bumei was surprised. He thought of Kangxi's dark face. Did that guy really look for old Ji to find someone else?

"Lao Ji, don't make a fool of yourself. The girl just fell on him. Don't make trouble! He wanted to take revenge

Ji Xiaonan didn't know about it. It didn't matter. He was sure that Kangxi was not revenge.

"Lao Geng, Lao Geng, I don't mean you. You've been waiting for our long live Lord for so long, and you're too unprofessional. Where does he want to retaliate? He obviously wants to sleep."

Geng insomnia choked, "ha?"

"Where are you now?" Ji Xiaonan asked.

"I'm at Chunyang hotel in B city!"

Ji Xiaonan asked Chen Ma for paper and pen, wrote down the hotel address and Porter number, "you wait, I'll come with Xiaobao to find you!"

Hang up the phone, he quickly called Wei Bao.

When the phone got through, it was still the opening sentence, "Xiao Bao, something happened! Don't ask where you are. I'll come to you. Yes, let's go to Lao Geng together

Ji Xiaonan finished the wonton and rushed out like a gust of wind.

In the master bedroom on the fourth floor, Kangxi took off his shirt, sat on the bed with his bare arms, lost in some kind of meditation, and smelled the shirt on the ground.

Well, the taste of the host.

Body a Fu, nest up.

Kangxi went to the bedside table, opened the drawer and took out a delicate box with a picture in it.

The picture is a kindergarten. It's lunchtime. The children in Bibs are sitting in a pile. The boy in blue and the girl in pink. The shooting angle of the picture should be that taken by the kindergarten teacher.

A group of dolls are eating. Some of them have rice on their faces, some are full of oil, and some are crying and refusing to eat.

There was a boy and a girl who were very beautiful among the dolls, which made other children become scenery boards in an instant.

The little girl is sitting quietly in the corner of the edge, with curly hair, white face, delicate nose and red mouth. She is drinking soup with a spoon. Not far away from her is the beautiful little boy, who is obviously peeping at her.

The delicate features of the little boy can be recognized as Kangxi at a glance.

Kangxi lay down on the bed, raised his hand, looked at the photo, fingers gently stroked the little girl.

"It's not changed at all, it's still so cruel!"

After a long time, he frowned and dialed a familiar number with his mobile phone.

The loving and gentle voice rang out slowly, "who?"

"Ma!"

Ouyang Miaomiao, who was far away in Zurich, Switzerland, was overjoyed to hear his son's voice. He pushed away Kang Yu, who was coming to talk to her. "Xiaoxi, why are you calling?"

"Nothing. I just miss you. How are you?"

Miaomiao nodded, "very good, and you?"

"I'm fine, too!" He said, "Mom, where's my dad? Let him on the phone. I have something to tell him! "