Chapter 33: Uncle Wheelchair (3)

"You just entered the company, and if you don't understand anything, ask the elders, they all watched you grow up, don't forget the honorary title."
Xie Mu was well placed on the bed. He looked at the young man who was half-knelt on the bed and covered himself with a quilt, and instructed lightly.
Xie Shi gave a hand, raised his face, his handsome face frowned slightly, as if he was a little unconvinced and said, "None of them respect my chairman."
"Ahem ..."
The man leaned against the wall, heard a few coughs, and said in a weak voice, "You are young, and they look down on you and you are normal. Wait a few days, if you find an opportunity, you just pick someone out and kill the chickens and monkeys."
Although this method is simple, it has always been the most effective. Even if Xie Mu doesn't say it, Xie will also use it.
But he was confused, with a touch of greenness in his eyes. "Uncle, I do this, wouldn't those people hate me more?"
Xie Shi observes people's hearts from a young age. He is good at observing people and is also good at disguising as different people. From the experiment of such a long time, it seems that at this age, it is easiest to make people believe in their innocence .
And he hid behind this uncontrollable leather bag, watching everyone's words and deeds.
He whispered that he loved his mother, but it was because of his identity as Xie's sister-in-law. She loved more than the two children born to his stepfather.
On the surface, the moon guarded his grandfather with all his heart, and his ambitions could not be hidden. He carried a clear look every day, and there was no lack of food in his back.
Even the less common father has only indifference and a scrutiny of his heirs.
Perhaps because of this talent, Xie Shi never got love.
At least he didn't.
Of course, Xie Shi doesn't need such things, what he wants is always right.
It is clear that Xie Mu has no use value at this moment, and everything has returned to his own hands. At this moment, he should be allowed to survive on his own, but when he is thankful, he wants to get closer to the man.
He wanted to see clearly, the only person he could not understand.
"The weaker you are, the more they will insult you."
The man said so, he coughed lightly, and his eyes were complicatedly sad and empty.
"Only if you are strong enough to scare them can you stand in the company."
These were clearly known by Xie Shi, but these words were spoken by Xie Mu as if they had other meanings.
He asked suddenly, "Is that the same for Uncle?"
The man looked up, "Huh?"
"At the beginning, did the uncle do the same, just stopped at Xie's?"
Xie Shi saw him smile.
Xie Mu shook his head, and his pale face seemed to ridicule a little, "I'm different."
"You are the righteous heir of Xie's family. As long as you suppress it once, those people know that you are not good at bullying, they will not shoot again, but they are obedient assistants."
"I'm different ..."
"Kekekeke ..." Xie Shi was still listening, but the man's coughing hurried, and the young man quickly got up to help him pat his back.
Under his thick clothes, he seemed to feel how thin the man was.
The mountain that I thought was originally just a chicken without a hand, uncle.
The man bowed his head and coughed. Naturally, he couldn't see the smile standing on the side of his youth, looking up at the corner of his youth's mouth.
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[Well. 】
Xie Mu leaned down and panted slightly, his eyes bent slightly at an angle that the young man could not see.
[As long as he is not in his eyes, he will have you in his eyes. 】
[It ’s better than I expected. 】

Xie Mu is still living in Xie's house. Xie Shi is in the company during the day and will return at night. Sometimes he also asks him for advice.
Because Xie Mu didn't leave, Xie Shi almost turned over the entire company, and most people thought that Xie Mu was teaching him behind.
They almost hated their teeth. Xie's behemoth, who didn't want to bite.
Especially in the past three years, the Xie family was controlled by Xie Mu, who is not related to blood. The true heir is still a hairy kid. No one believes that they will not face each other, but it happened.
The uncle and nephew, who had no blood relationship, handed over without any blood.
Gradually, some words began to emerge.
In fact, Xie Mu did not want to give up power, but was controlled by Xie Mu, and had to delegate power.
Xie Mu's legs would have been painful in the winter. He is not a go-to-go character, and now he has to run around without the burden of the company. He has never left the house since he left it to his nephew.
Every day, Cheng Chuan was pushed to the studio, or he was sitting under the porch reading a book, and he knew nothing about the disturbance from outside.
I returned when I was thankful that day, and I saw the man in the corridor again from afar.
He seemed to have a soft spot for the snowy days. He couldn't stand the wind and cold, and stubbornly came out every day to watch the snow.
The young man came forward and called out, "Uncle."
Xie Mu closed the book, slightly forehead, "coming back."
"Go and rest. I'll sit for a while."
Xie Shiding looked at the man who had said the word and lowered his head, and answered lowly, "Yes."
He maintained the blush on his face and returned to his room.
On the wheelchair, the cold-looking look of the man who looked so different, replayed in his mind from time to time.
Xie Shi always dislikes those who don't put himself in his eyes. The person who looks at him with all his eyes only makes Xie Shi want to dig out that person's eyes.
Xie Mu's eyes did not include him.
To be precise, this man who is sitting in a wheelchair all day, either painting or reading, has no one in his eyes.
He didn't love his rights, his name, and no woman. He seemed to be a proud bamboo in the cold and snowy sky. He stood so alone and had nothing and wanted nothing.
When I was thankful, I did not like this attitude.
He could feel that Xie Mu had no feelings for him, and even if he pretended to be green in front of this man, he was still light and light.
Xie Shi once deliberately disclosed the news that he had shot in the company to Xie Mu, but the man seemed to have just heard a dull news without any reaction at all.
He went back when he thanked him that night, and his attitude was still the same, not tepid, let alone closeness.
Xie Shi hated this attitude.
From his teens, he had learned skills like delighting men, women, old people, and even children. Those people would like him if he wanted to, and if he wanted to.
But on Xie Mu, no matter what he did or speculated about the design, this man seemed to be invisible to him.
He said that he didn't like himself, but he learned everything, and taught him nothing about it. If he didn't look at the cold attitude, he might really look like a gentle elder.
Xie Shi often chooses to destroy what he cannot get.
But Xie Mu is different.
He wanted to leave that shadow in the eyes of the man.
It's like challenging a difficult game.
The young man lay in bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xie Mu has a studio.
His studio is a secret at Xie's. The secret lies in that men do not allow anyone to enter.
Once Xie Nanen was alive, he petted Xie Mu and ordered no one to approach the studio. Later, Xie Mu became the master himself, and no one dared to pass.
Often it was Cheng Chuan who pushed himself to the door. He turned the wheelchair and went in alone.
At this time, Cheng Chuan was like a leopard guarding his master, waiting quietly outside the door.
On this day, Cheng Chuan told the news outside Xie Mu.
The man nodded, and his face still looked completely blank. He asked his loyal subordinates to push himself to the door of the studio.
When he came out again, he held a small box in his hand with the most difficult lock to open.
There was a burning smell in the studio, but the flat-headed man didn't smell it at all, but lowered his head slightly, and pushed Xie Mu to the living room.
When Xie Shi returned, he saw the man in a wheelchair.
The look on his face was still faint, but the young man caught a gleam of joy under Xie Mu's eyes.
A man near the age of thirty, with a handsome face, said, "I should go."
Xie Shi's fists clenched suddenly behind him.
His voice is still so bland, but the young people who have observed so many days can feel that Xie Mu is somewhat happy.
Why are you happy because you can leave him and leave Xie's?
Xie Shi lost a feeling of disgust in his heart.
He abhors all those who leave, even if he can't do it and never leave.
Xie Mu was still in a wheelchair. He was holding his small suitcase, and smiled at the young man in front of him.
Xie Shi looked at his smile, very faint, but compared with any smile he had ever seen, it was attractive.
It's very nice and also in line with the aesthetics of Thanksgiving.
But as soon as he thought that the smile came from getting rid of himself, his heart seemed to be rolled over with a touch of hot water by Sisi.
This made him very uncomfortable, always pretending to be a suppressed tyrannical, gradually rising in his heart.
"Why did uncle go? Is there something I didn't do well enough?"
Xie Shi asked.
Xie Mu had a bigger smile. He shook his head slightly, and there was a hint of appreciation on his pale face. "You are doing well."
"Thanks, you don't need me anymore."
"I should go north."
The young man looked down slightly, for no apparent reason, but he didn't want to let Xie Mu go. He looked at the legs covered by the man's blanket and suddenly said, "Uncle, can your leg be cured?"
Xie Mu's smile faded and faded away.
The handsome man shook his head and said softly, "It can't be cured."
"Have you ever found a famous doctor?"
The young man suddenly looked up and showed a green and sunny smile. "When I was abroad, I happened to meet Dr. Joseph. Although he is now retired, if I say, he will still give me this face. "
His smile was sincere and pure, as if it was just a nephew who usually worries his loved ones, "With Dr. Joseph in, maybe my uncle's legs will be better."
The man held the pale finger of the small box and tightened it a little, with some light in his eyes. "Doctor Joseph, can you really come out?"
"I had asked him when I first had an accident, but he refused, saying that he would never see him again ..."
Xie Shi remembered that four years ago, Joseph said the same to him.
Of course, people are fickle.
At least when the six-year-old granddaughter was pointed at his head by the gun, did the stubborn old man with a bruised face still pick up the medicine chest?
"Will do."
The young man squatted down, stared at Xie Mu, and looked at this light-hearted man with an excited look in his eyes, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Uncle, don't worry, I'll let him come over right away."
His eyes fell on Xie Mu's eyes that were renewed hope.
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