"If you can't win, treat me to breakfast tomorrow morning," Xi Lanting said.
Yun Qiao gritted his teeth: "If you win, it's your invitation."
Two people make a bet.
Unknowingly, Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting were playing chess until late at night; she was not sleepy, Xi Lanting was not tired, and both of them were in high spirits.
Until the clock on the wall struck six times, it was already six o'clock in the morning, and Yun Qiao still hadn't won a game.
"Uncle Qi, are you really not going to let me go?" She was a little weak, as if she was saying that Xi Lanting did not have the demeanor of a gentleman.
"Rang, don't you look down on you?" Xi Lanting didn't take it seriously and didn't feel that he had bullied the little girl at all. "Let's go and have breakfast."
Yun Qiao: "..."
In fact, around four o'clock in the evening, she was a little tired. She didn't feel sleepy, but her mind was very heavy and she couldn't move.
Xi Lanting also closed his eyes and took a nap, while still killing Yun Qiao to pieces.
On a winter morning, the sun has not yet risen at six o'clock. The sky in the distance is blue-grey, slowly turning white, and then tinged with red clouds. Finally, the sun rises in the east.
Yun Qiao yawned, tightened her windbreaker, and got into Xi Lanting's car.
She invited Xi Lanting to have breakfast.
After eating, Yun Qiao seemed to be alive again. However, her energy did not last long and she fell asleep on the way back.
She didn't sleep well. She tilted her head and almost hit the car window.
Xi Lanting turned her head over and let her lie down half-ly, with her pillow on his lap. Yun Qiao might have woken up midway, but found this position very comfortable, so she continued to shamelessly pretend to be asleep.
There was plenty of sunshine, and the soft curtains of the car were not closed, so a few rays of golden light shone on Yun Qiao's face. The collar of her green coat was exposed from the collar of her windbreaker, like a fresh green bud.
Vigorous vitality flows through her body, she is lively and enthusiastic, and she is a little girl with strong vitality.
Xi Lanting looked down at her, unable to express how he felt.
After a long while, he sighed softly.
At this moment, his expression was particularly tangled. He couldn't make up his mind, and his heart had been wavering for many years, and it was still wandering to this day.
After arriving home, Yun Qiao didn't wake up enough. Xi Lanting asked her to sleep on his bed, but she undressed and fell down without even thinking about it. Later, Xi Lanting tried to take off her windbreaker, but she didn't want to and moaned twice.
Xi Lanting walked out of the room and closed the door.
When leaving the yard, Xi Zun was guarding her. He said to Xi Zun, "When she wakes up, ask someone to bring food over."
The Xi family has a large kitchen and small kitchens in various courtyards. Just like the fourth house, they take their daily meals home and the cook cooks them themselves.
This saves time and effort.
Xi Lanting also has his own kitchen, but it's not in his courtyard. Outsiders can't easily enter his courtyard.
"Are you going out?" Xi Zun asked.
Xi Rong stood up and planned to drive for him.
Xi Lanting waved his hand: "I will drive by myself, you don't have to follow me."
The two followers said yes.
Xi Lanting drove out of the city, but was stopped by people from the Governor's Mansion at the gate of Xi's family.
Sitting in the car waiting for him was actually the warlord himself.
Xi Lanting got out of the car, looked at the governor in iron gray military uniform, and nodded to him.
"Get in the car, brother." Xi Lanting said.
Governor Xi: "You drive it yourself?"
"Yes." Xi Lanting said.
Governor Xi: "..."
He hesitated, but got into the car. His adjutants followed, a total of four cars.
Xi Lanting glanced back with a faint expression: "You are traveling with so many people?"
Governor Xi: "I never took so many people with me when I went to other places before. But after the last assassination, I am really scared now."
He chatted with Xi Lanting about his livelihood.
He is almost fifty years old and has no children, no matter whether they are direct children or concubine children. His refusal to adopt a nephew is a sign of disobedience to old age.
He always felt that that time had not yet come.
But now he is beginning to be afraid, and is also considering adopting someone from the clan after the New Year, and asking Wenjie to recruit a son-in-law.