With his mouth flat, he looked at the black-faced Deringal.

He Jiu's tattered uniform was also quite embarrassed.

On the left is Lan Qi, who is still refusing to leave, and on the right is Uncle Gao Leng who is shocked.

How would He Jiubu make an explanation, and he didn't understand why this uncle, who had always hated him, suddenly changed his style of behavior and landed in the arena of the Capital Academy?

"Uh...hehehehe Uncle is a coincidence."

He Jiu really didn't know how to talk to Delingal.

"I came here specifically to see you, the so-called beast-taming genius."

"Uh…"

He Jiu choked.

"Since you are already married, don't mix up with some random people all day long. As the wife of the imperial army general, I don't know what to do. I really don't know what the **** did you do after marrying you back?"

Delingal viper remained the same.

He Jiu listened to the reprimand of the elders and naturally there was no room for retort.

Especially when you have a previous conviction, think about the situation where your uncle asked yourself to eat and smoked his uncle's Qiqiao.

He Jiu, who is now riding a tiger, only hopes that his uncle has a lot of knowledge that is different from that of his grassroots.

"Prince Delin... You said Xiao Dessert, as the wife of an imperial army general, doesn't know what to do?... Hmm... I want to know, is it me that you are talking about?"

Lan Qi didn't see any anger, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Delingal.

That expression is all looking for trouble.

And Lan Qi said that she can't do the best but also can't do a Delingal?

Have the ability to fight! Who is afraid of whom? !

Delingal glanced at Lan Qi coldly, and then ignored the inexplicable woman.

In fact, it's no wonder that Delingar didn't recognize Ranqi's identity immediately.

As the head of the Lan family, Lan Qi only took over only a few years ago.

And the awareness of the underworld and the Lan Family was still at the time when the older generation of Lan Family Patriarchs, it is no wonder that Delingar didn't take Lan Qi who was provoking on one side seriously.

"He Jiu, go to Delin's house with me after today's fight is over. Look at your mess. You know that you will inevitably have an accident when you compete with others. Don't you prepare things in advance?"

After Delingal finished speaking, Luo Er beside He Jiu was extremely ashamed.

"Hahaha...Uncle, it's okay. It's just a little bit. You can hold on until you go home."

He Jiu didn't want to go to that big outrageous mansion with Delingal at all.

At the family banquet, He Jiu had already fully experienced what it means to be an emperor. Without the accompaniment of the most, it was probably all sorts of embarrassment and annoyance to my uncle.

He Jiu was quite self-aware, and he didn't think that after getting along with this superior uncle, he would look at him with admiration.

"Let you go! Where is so much nonsense?!"

Delingar was not happy that He Jiu always disobeyed him so much.

It's not like he would fight back with himself before, but now He Jiu seems to be more tolerant and humble.

I have seen He Jiu who is not afraid of Zhang Ya Wu Chuang Tian, ​​so I can gradually understand why He Jiu is willing to be so restrained.

Delingal remembered these regressions of He Jiu in his heart, so he had more different views on He Jiu.

"Ha ha ha ha... Grand Master Delin? What kind of strange invitation are you? There is no prelude. Suddenly someone asks Dessert to go with you? Didn't you understand the rejection of Dessert?"

A gloomy light flashed through Lan Qi's eyes and stared at Delingal coldly.

Delingal couldn't help but become angry after hearing Lan Qi's yin and yang ridicule.

When she was about to get up and show Lan Qi some color.

He Jiu, who was sandwiched between the two, really wanted to vomit blood.

"Uncle, it's okay to go to the manor with you at night. But I don't know how long it will take, and I don't need to talk to him at night."

Although my uncle didn't want to go anywhere, he compared the two sides.

He Jiu would rather go with Delingal.

"Humph."

Hearing He Jiu's reply, Delingal let go of his thoughts of getting up and teaching Lan Qi.

Lan Qi listened to He Jiu repelling being with herself so much, she couldn't get tangled with her heart and liver.

"Dessert, I promise you will never do anything to you today~ You give me a chance? I haven't had a good meal with you for how long, even if you want to indulge you, give it to me. A chance to breathe?..."

He Jiu shook severely when he listened to the unspeakable Lan Qi who was so gentle and tactful.

I couldn't believe that Lan Qi could do this in order to take advantage of him.

To a certain extent, He Jiu can be regarded as admiring Lan Qi's indomitable strength.

So He Jiu here is not getting better, listening to Lan Qi's ambiguous remarks, Delingal's forehead blue veins began to jump.

"Uh... Um... Lan Qi. Uncle came to see me specially today, can I accompany you for dinner another day?"

In fact, He Jiu still missed the thing that Lan Qi had saved him once.

Originally, he shouldn't give Lan Qi a chance, but once he was hesitant, He Jiu couldn't kill his benefactor no matter how firm he was.

Although Lan Qi is unrequited love to mess with herself, this shouldn't be put into moral considerations at all.

But anyway, Lan Qi and uncle can't really make a fuss like this.

"Um... little dessert..."

Lan Qi looked at He Jiu praying to herself this way for the first time, but she was a little shaken for a while and she didn't know how to react.

In He Jiu's infinite anxiety, fortunately no He Jiu's name appeared in the rest of the battle.

As agreed, he left school with his uncle.

Seeing Lan Qi's unwilling but very helpless appearance, how much wine is very helpless.

"You take this medicine."

It was not until Lan Qi left that Delingal stuffed the medicine he had prepared with a black face into He Jiu's hand.

He Jiu looked at his uncle Gao Leng's back and the small medicine bottle in his hand, blinking...silly.

"what's the situation?!"

He Jiu couldn't help but read aloud, a little bit unable to understand why he suddenly started to care about his uncle.

"Little madam, get in the car."

The old butler looked at He Jiu with a gracious smile, and was not at all harsh on He Jiu like Delingal.

Seeing the closeness of the old butler, He Jiu suddenly let go of his hanging heart.

Entering the back garden of Delin's house, He Jiucai and Delingar Shiran got off the aircraft.

Different from the embarrassing wine, Delingal has always been that elegant and noble appearance.

The gray hair was loosely tied behind his head, and the dark robe was draped over his shoulders.

Every step is noble as an emperor far away in the clouds, this business prodigy is always not a height that can be reached by the real grass.

Even if he was so picky and disgusted by his uncle before, he still admired such a person in his heart.

He Jiu shook his head to disperse those messy thoughts and quickly followed Delingal.

After seeing the exquisitely manicured flowers and trees, until a gorgeous and empty room appeared in front of his eyes, He Jiu really felt that the most mansion was the common people in the mansion, simple and simple.

‘Gumh~’

He Jiu swallowed and watched Delingal walk into the depths of the huge room casually.

With a light wave, the soft curtain opened by itself.

A wardrobe that runs through the room...

"too exaggerated…"

He Jiu tried his best to lower his voice and muttered, looking at the countless styles of these clothes.

In today's era when there is hardly any distinction between the so-called ethnic costumes or not.

All kinds of elements have been integrated into different kinds of clothing.

Delingal's palm flicked his fingers lightly, and the wardrobes moved up or down one by one.

After fiddling with a few uniforms, Delingar picked a simpler one and pointed it to the smart housekeeper who was waiting for the service.

The stick-like machine received the simplest command from the owner, and used its robotic arm to slowly move in front of He Jiu over Delingal's selected clothes.

"Oh, thank you…"

He Jiu always feels hesitating and not knowing what to do.

Then he stupidly said thank you to the robot, then picked up the clothes Deringal had given and went to the curtain for a fitting...

I just took off a polished wine...

"Ah! What are you doing, uncle?!"

He Jiu almost screamed and picked up one side of his clothes to block him.

Unexpectedly, Delingar, who opened the corner of the curtain, turned his face sideways, and didn't even look at the wine.

"Use medicine before dressing. This is the wound medicine of Delin's pharmaceutical institution."

Delingar lowered his voice and explained it unwillingly.

He Jiu exclaimed in surprise and embarrassment.

Delingar heard He Jiu's whisper before he seemed to be very angry and waved away.

He Jiu dullly applied medicine and dressed according to his uncle's wishes...

The moment he came out, He Jiu saw the silhouette of Delingal standing in a backlight.

He walked in front of He Jiu in unhurried footsteps.

At this time, Delingar went to examine the wine carefully, only to realize that the wine was different from the delicate skin of ordinary people.

And the pair of pupils that are so clean that it almost makes people feel refreshed.

Although I don’t want to admit...

But what kind of wine Lenovo is fighting bravely in the arena today...

indeed…

He Jiu is an ordinary but completely different person.

"Thank you, uncle."

He Jiu put on clean and comfortable clothes. He hadn't even thought that Delingar would invite him...Where is it as simple as just wanting to change his clothes.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me, although I don't like you. But you are the best choice for you...that woman, I don't care if you have anything to do with her, or if you are greedy for freshness... Remember your identity for me! If so! Let me know that you are sorry for the veteran, you better be sure that you will not be given up by the veteran in your life, and you will not fall into my hands!"

Delingal turned around, and his harsh tone and sharp warning made He Jiu, who was still confused in his mind, immediately wake up.

"Huh?...oh... I know uncle."

He Jiu didn't talk back. He stood obediently behind Delingal, seldom moving like an obedient quail.

"Come with me."

Delingar also no longer blindly put pressure on He Jiu, and took He Jiu along a long path.

Before entering Delingal's private office, Delingal paused for a while but still opened the door.

"come in."

Delingar said that Lohr and the old butler waited outside the door as a matter of course, leaving only He Jiu and Delingar in that small and cozy room.

It's not like the luxury of the houses you've seen before, but it's completely different from the crowded and small space you imagined.

A big window, but the room is still too small.

"Remember the business district transfer book that Hu and I mentioned the most?"

Dringal suddenly pulled out a document from the complicated bookshelf.

"This is the contract for the commercial circulation of the entire D zone. There are dedicated personnel who will do daily work to deal with. I will send a manager to teach you other important business issues."

Delingal looked at He Jiu in a daze, and continued to talk about some incredible topics.

"Although the business has always been repellent, the army is not a lifelong support. If it weren't for the temperament of the most stubborn, I don't want to be the most imperial general. The lifespan of the superpower. It was originally very long... Ye Zong is now only more than 20 years old, how much better than those who are in their 70s, 80s, or even more than 100 years old?

He wants to marry you, I am an uncle who has no ability and can't say anything. If you are truly the best to you, protect all these assets.

One day, Hu will become the worst general, or he may be really down. These things may be his escape route. "

In the eyes of adults, no matter how strong their children are, how many people rely on them.

Children are always children.

He Jiu didn't know if the general profession would also have the kind of downfall that Deringal said.

But just based on Delingal's willingness to think so much and so far for Hu, He Jiu knows...

This uncle really loved his nephew very much.

When Deringal lost his sister, he didn’t know how much he regretted his incompetence. In the long-lasting pain he felt his love for his sister and guilt, it was all poured into the cold nephew who lost his mother and became autistic. Body.

Haughty, like Delingal, would show fragile and sad eyes if he was confronted in front of Hu Zong's.

He Jiu understands that it is actually a parent who truly loves his child, and cannot get the sad glance of his child's understanding.

"Uncle...I can't accept these documents."

He Jiu's eyes became very firm and refused.

Suddenly clenching what was in his hand, Delingal frowned and looked at He Jiu, who had the same steadfast gaze.

He Jiu pondered in his heart, but he only felt that he was not qualified to make a decision for Zhu Zui.

Uncle's love is pure and warm...

But even more because of this, it's up to my uncle to tell Hu Zui by himself.

He was caught in the middle, it was too embarrassing no matter what.

On the contrary, this feeling and mind will be stained with some misunderstandings and inexplicable shadows.

"You take the most of these things for Hu, and I won't treat you badly!"

Delingar dared to entrust these things with the quality of He Jiu.

"Uncle... I don't want your gift, and I know what you mean."

He Jiu suddenly lowered his head and smiled.

"..."

Delingal didn't understand what He Jiu meant, so he had to stare at He Jiu's face, waiting for He Jiu's next words.

"Uncle, if you just give me something, I can call the shots. But for this level of transfer, you have to talk to Hu in person. Although his person seems to be very repulsive to the business district, it is correct. But if you can hear your uncle in person For the reasons given, I think I will want it the most. At that time, I will take the time to take care of it.

Don’t you feel more at ease this way? "

He Jiu laughed, with two shallow dimples on both sides of his face.

Baby face, but it doesn't seem to meet the thoughtfulness and consideration of this age.

Looking at He Jiu in a daze, Delingal had the illusion that he was talking to a mature adult.

And when he returned to his mind to see what wine, he clearly looked like a kid.

The short man didn't know if he really looked like eighteen. Playful and sometimes very impulsive.

The closer I get to the wine, the more I realize that the wine is different.

Delingar looked at what was in his hand, closed his eyes and sighed, and put the papers aside on the table and stopped talking.