At ten o'clock in the evening, the top floor of the Xian G Pier Union.

Bo Lao walked into the lounge with steady steps and asked softly, "Aminzai, has that batch of medicinal materials been shipped?"

Ah Mingzai came forward and reached out to help Bo Lao take off his Tang coat. He replied softly, "He has left, Haocheng arranged it."

"It's good to leave." Lao Lao nodded, slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, habitually turned on the TV, and watched the domestic Chinese opera channel "Let Xiaolian come here."

"I have already notified that Xiaolian is on the way to come." Ah Mingzai hung up the old man's clothes, turned around and entered the bathroom.

Mr. Bo has a habit of coming to the union to check the accounts every weekend and checking the goods within a week. After the business is done, he will come upstairs to watch the programs of the National Opera Channel. At around 11 o'clock in the evening, the mistress he has been raising for years will come here to massage him and talk to him...

In the past two years, Mr. Bo was able to have sex with Xiaolian a week, but recently, he has really lacked energy. Perhaps except for his frequent pacemakers, he has no erections in his body.

Bo Lao was wearing a sweatshirt and sitting on the sofa while drinking tea while sounding opera.

Ah Mingzai took hot water in the bathroom, took the iron basin specially used by Lao Lao, and then tried the water temperature with his hands, constantly filling the water with warm water. Until the temperature was right, he put a towel on his shoulder and walked out with the basin, "Godfather, wash his feet."

"Let it go here." Lao Lao pointed to the ground and said.

"Why!"

After responding, Aminzai reached out and put the sleeves of the cloth clothes, bent down and placed the basin on the ground. Then he lowered his head and helped the mother take off his cloth shoes.

Lao Lao watched the TV, "...Hey, I'm a little tired today."

"Godfather, if you can let go of the company, don't worry about everything." Ah Mingzai responded with a smile, "With Haocheng here, there will be no problem."

After saying that, Aminzai took Bo Lao's pair of dry feet and put them in a basin to wash.

"...A Mingzai, you are not young anymore, so you can't always wash my feet." Bo Lao stared at the TV and said softly, "If Li Haocheng had not achieved results in recent years, I wanted to give you the president. But he has been in the limelight in recent years. He didn't say hello to me and did it privately... In addition, the union directors are old and have no intention of fighting. They all want to protect their own interests... So it's difficult for me to have a direct conflict with Li Haocheng."

"Godfather, I am content now." Ah Mingzai replied with a smile.

"Take it slowly, don't worry. After I get off, I will at least get you a director of the Workers' Association and then let you become the vice chairman of the trade union... On the surface, you have to meet all Li Haocheng's intentions, but you also have to accumulate experience and connections by yourself." Bo Lao still stared at the TV. "You must be scheming and have ideas. After the energy accumulates to a certain level, if I am not dead yet... then you can become this president."

"Godfather, I will do whatever you say. I'm not in a hurry, haha." Ah Mingzai raised his head. "Actually, it's good to serve you, at least I'm not tired."

"Oh, you're just too honest." Lao Lao sighed and said, "Take it slow."

When the two said this, they stopped talking. Ah Mingzai continued to wash Bo Lao's feet, while Bo Lao was watching the opera seriously.

More than twenty minutes later, Bo Lao had his feet soaked. A Mingzai got up and poured the water in the basin, then cleaned up the bed, then bent down and said, "B Lao Lao, I'll go down to pick up Xiaolian, she should be coming soon..."

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. A woman in her thirties, handsome and charming figure walked in and smiled and said to the old man, "I'm listening to the song again!"

"Habit." Bo Lao replied with a smile.

"Old Lao, then I'll go out first." Ah Mingzai turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Xiaolian called out, reached out and pulled off the boots on her feet, and said in a unquestionable tone, "When I came, there was water on my boots. Please brush them with the clothes room... Use a soft-bristled toothbrush, don't tear the leather surface."

Ah Mingzai was stunned, glanced at the boots with his eyes, and immediately responded with a smile, "Okay, OK!"

"Also, go to the kitchen to make me some porridge and some refreshing cold dishes... I'll have some later." Xiaolian said with a crisp command.

"He's tired for a day, please let him take a break." Lao Lao replied as he looked at the TV.

"Oh, do you still feel sorry for me if I use your little godson?" Xiaolian replied with a smile.

"It's okay, Mr. Bo, I'll go down to do things." Ah Mingzai turned around and walked out of the room, reaching out to pull the door.

On the sofa, Lao Lao stared at the TV and whispered, "You should be polite to Ah Mingzai, he is now in the union..."

"Why am I not polite? It's not okay to use it?! My grandfather, I'm still his godmother...haha." Xiaolian responded with a smile.

Outside the door, Ah Mingzai was stunned when she heard this, and reached out to close the door to death.

...

It's late at night, it's past one o'clock.

After Xiaolian served the old man to sleep, after taking a shower, she took a walk into the elevator wearing the new shoes placed at the door, and walked out of the union building in a hurry.

More than ten minutes later, Xiaolian got into Li Haocheng's car.

"Haha, you always sneak out in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid that the old man will get angry?" Li Haocheng asked with a squinted look.

"What am I staying here? He can't do anything now, and he's nervous. I turn around in the bed and can wake him up..." Xiaolian responded with makeup, "He knows I'll leave in the middle of the night, it's okay."

"Did the old man give you any wind tonight?" Li Haocheng asked softly.

"You wish you could sleep with the old man every day, just to listen to more news, right?" Xiaolian grabbed Li Haocheng's ears and said, "You are really heartless..."

...

It was past two o'clock in the morning.

When Lao Lao was sleeping in the room, two figures suddenly walked out of the stairwell, turned around and took a look, and entered the old man's room neatly.

After entering the house, one of them took out a soaked handkerchief and the other one took out a disposable syringe.

Mr. Bo has neurasthenia, so he woke up when he heard the sound of the door opening. However, the room was too dark and he didn't see who was coming in clearly. He opened his mouth and asked, "A Mingzai?"

"Tread!"

The rapid footsteps sounded, and the man holding the handkerchief rushed to the bed quickly, and directly grabbed Bo Lao's neck.

"Pudong!"

The old man struggled with his eyes staring.

"Bang!"

The man blocked Bo Lao's mouth with a handkerchief. The other person rolled up Bo Lao's sleeves, held a flashlight on his mouth, and pushed the syringe.

"Stay!"

Liquid spurted out from the needle, and Bo Lao widened his eyes.

"Cruff!"

At this moment, the door was pushed open and a slight shone into the room.

When Bo Lao heard the sound, he turned his head and saw A Mingzai behind the crack in the door at a glance.

Aminzai's body was hidden in the light, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were squinting and murmured softly, "Old Mr.... I've been by your side for more than ten years. Don't you really think I've learned to wash my feet, right?"
Chapter completed!