TSBFL Chapter 110.1

TSBFL Chapter 110

Chapter 110.1: 早餐

[Breakfast]

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Chen Xing didn’t know what was wrong with him, once he thought of Gu Lang’s serious look at that time, those serious eyes staring at his own, he had an extraordinarily embarrassing feeling.

 

Chen Xing hugged the quilt on the bed and rolled a few times, and finally lay on his back, spread out his limbs, and stared at the top of the head of the cloth top with keen or sparkling eyes. Looking at it, he doesn’t know whether it is his illusion, or he has already hallucinated? He even felt that the texture on the top of the cloth, linked together, was very much alike to Gu Lang’s appearance.

 

Chen Xing looked at the top of the cloth, giggled, and finally pulled the quilt over his head. Since he was embarrassed, he didn’t want to think about it. Anyway, he was with Gu Lang, so what’s the point of dwelling on it? What he should do is to get used to it as soon as possible.

 

While Chen Xing was hugging his little quilt and sleeping in the midst of his entanglements, Gu Lang was sitting in his study room, listening to the news that Qiu Jiu had brought back to him.

 

“Gongzi, Chen Lao Ye still has a breath left, Mrs Chen has invited all the best doctors in the city, at the moment they are doing their best to cure him.” After Qiu Jiu finished saying it, raising his eyes to look at his Gongzi’s expressionless face while looking out the window, he then said: “Young Master, do you need us to do something about this? Let him thoroughly disappear.”

 

Hearing Qiu Jiu’s words, Gu Lang turned his head around to look at him, his expression faint, as if he had little interest in what he said. His fingertips lightly tapped the desktop a few times, then he shook his head and slowly said:

 

“No, I want him to be alive, I want him to be awake to see how his big family business is falling down little by little. This is what he should see, if he died there is not a lot of fun.”

 

“Yes.” Hearing Gu Lang’s command, Qiu Jiu’s heart lingered and he said no more.

 

After an incense stick of work, Gu Lang seems to think of something, looking at the following Qiu Jiu continued to command: “Tomorrow, Chen Xing would like to invite all the people in the shop to have a meal together, well, at that time, you several, be a little more nimble, remember to help, don’t tire him.”

 

“Yes.” Qiu Jiu answered, then he was afraid that his response would be too perfunctory (go through the motions; do just enough to satisfy sb) so he continued to add, “I will go tell them later.”

 

Only after Qiu Jiu left did Gu Lang’s eyes fall on the piece of paper in front of him, on which were written the names of several people and the network of relationships around them.

 

Gu Lang’s finger lightly rested on the top of one of the names, muttering in a low voice, “Who’s next?”

 

Chen Xing fell asleep in the midst of his entanglement, and when he opened his eyes again, he realized that it was already the next morning. He habitually stretched out a lazy face, and then dawdled out of bed.

 

When he came to the side of the bed, he found that it was actually raining outside, and the sudden cold wind made him shiver, and his brain, which was still a bit sleepy, was now completely awake.

 

Re-looked out the window of the not-too-big neither small rain. Chen Xing, was rather fortunate since yesterday he was worried about Chen Ling’s matter taking such a long time, so today specially told the shopkeeper to rest for a day.

 

When Chen Xing passed by the hall and was about to head towards the kitchen, he found that on the table in the hall there were already a few bowls of fragrant soya bean milk, as well as a few youtiao (deep-fried breadsticks) that appeared to be freshly fried.

 

“Huh, this is…?”

 

Chen Xing was still wondering where all these things came from, only to see Gu Lang carrying a tray over, on top of which there were a few steamed stuffed buns. Seeing Chen Xing standing there dumbfounded, he even smiled at him and said warmly: “Why don’t you sit down?”

 

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