Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter 46

Another weekend, it was the day when Ruan Wei cleaned the whole house.

Shen Tingmo didn't seem to get up yet, Ruan Wei yawned and went to the bathroom to wash up, and prepared the rag and mop by the way.

After brushing his teeth and washing his hair with warm water, he felt full of energy instantly. Ruan Wei carried all kinds of tools and put them in the living room, looked at the simple and clear decoration style of Shen Tingmo's house, and bent down to work confidently.

A young master like Ruan Wei really has no experience in doing housework. He has had a nanny and a helper since he was a child. Just moving goods.

Fortunately, Ruan Wei has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. He holds the mop in a decent posture, hums an out-of-key tune, and walks forward slowly, carefully dragging away the floating ash that is visible to the naked eye on the black floor .

Half an hour later, except for Shen Tingmo's master bedroom, the floors of the other rooms were as clean as new.

Ruan Wei wiped off the fine sweat from his forehead, went to drink a bottle of ice water to cool down, and after his physical strength recovered, he began to use a rag to clean the dust on the furniture and door frames.

There is an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in cleaning this matter. Seeing the fruits of my labor, I will work harder and harder.

Sure enough, Ruan Wei came to the top, humming non-stop, and quickly entered the study from the living room.

Shen Tingmo's study room is in line with his elite personality design. The cabinet is full of professional books, which are arranged harmoniously according to color. Obsessive-compulsive disorder will worship after reading it. On the spine of the books are written English that Ruan Wei can't understand. Basically no dust.

There was a large square covered with a gray cloth in the corner. Ruan Wei wasn't sure if it was furniture that needed to be cleaned, so he lifted the cloth and took a look, with surprise in his eyes.

Isn't this the insured express that he personally delivered a while ago?Why hasn't Shen Tingmo opened it yet?

There were footsteps coming from behind. Shen Tingmo had a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He had the habit of reading a book in the morning to wake up his mind. As soon as he opened the cover, he heard Ruan Wei outside, so he put down the book and followed.

"Morning," Shen Tingmo didn't seem to be fully awake yet, with a relaxed expression, a hint of laziness in his deep eyebrows and eyes, and the rosy glow on his lips and cheeks that had just woken up, like cold jade being smothered in heat. A sense of ascetic beauty.

Ruan Wei was nympho for less than a second, then came back to his senses, pointed to the cardboard box and asked, "Is this still open?"

Shen Tingmo was stunned for a moment, then asked in turn: "Do you want to see it?"

Ruan Wei pointed at the tip of her nose and asked in surprise, "Does this have anything to do with whether I want to see it or not?"

"Well," Shen Tingmo thought for a moment, then found a paper cutter in the pen holder on the desk and handed it to Ruan Wei: "Would you like to dismantle it?"

Now Ruan Wei was really curious. He lifted off the covering, squatted beside the carton and skillfully cut off the tape, and took out a tightly sealed foam box from the inside. The packaging made of this material can effectively absorb shocks. Member Xiaoruan is quite familiar with this business.

Ruan Wei said shyly, "It's well protected, as expected of our company's courier."

Shen Tingmo smiled slightly: "The professionalism of the courier?"

This person made fun of what he said again, Ruan Wei gave him a white look, and continued to unpack the foam box.

When opening the last layer of packaging, Ruan Wei was completely stunned.

"This is……"

Shen Tingmo blinked his eyelashes, and let out a sigh of relief: "This is for you."

Between the white foam box and bubble paper, there is a black wooden piano case with delicate texture and shiny paint.

Ruan Wei's fingertips trembled and pulled open the metal bolt, and a violin with brown background and yellow stripes wrapped in crimson velvet was almost exactly the same as his previous one.

He was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and after a long time he asked, "Where did this come from?"

Shen Tingmo wrote lightly: "It took a little effort to buy it from a collector."

Did you work hard?Ruan Wei would not believe such nonsense.

The violin he used back then was a master work that Qi Yuntuo managed to find abroad. Because the high-quality wood is hard to come by, a whole tree was carefully cut, and a total of ten pieces were made, most of which were taken away. National musicians or collectors bought them.

Not to mention how difficult it is to find a needle in a haystack, such collectible musical instruments will only become more and more expensive as time goes by. Ruan Wei was only six years old when he first learned the violin, and the price of first-hand goods was ridiculously high, and he didn’t know where to go What kind of sky-high price will be sold after many hands.

"Why did you buy this for me?" Ruan Wei asked sullenly.

Shen Tingmo was still clumsy and said bluntly, "I want to give it back to you."

"You are really..." Ruan Wei was full of emotions and couldn't find a point of strength, Shen Tingmo was like a black hole, he could easily end any topic, making it impossible for people to find words to continue his dialogue.

Shen Tingmo blinked, and asked expectantly: "Do you like it?"

Ruan Wei was stunned for a while, and his face gradually sank: "Why should I like it? You spent so much money and worked so hard just to buy a violin that I won't need in the future. What's the point?"

Shen Tingmo was silent for a moment, as if he had finally come to his senses, and said in a gentle voice: "It is very meaningful to me, this is something that I can only do now, I am very happy and fortunate to be able to return it to you with my own hands. "

In the group fight back then, in order to help him block the sneak attack, Ruan Wei used his precious violin to abruptly catch the chair that the sports student threw at him with all his strength.

Ruan Wei didn't mention it afterwards, but Shen Tingmo, who was thoughtful, could guess it.

On the day Qi Yun came, Shen Tingmo took advantage of Ruan Wei to open the door and secretly opened the piano bag. Seeing the almost shattered backboard and all the broken strings, Shen Tingmo secretly wrote down the craftsman's signature engraved on the board, and will soon send The zipper is closed again.

Shen Tingmo, who runs the band, knows very well that a precision wooden instrument can't withstand such an impact, and the strings can still be replaced and adjusted. Once the body of the piano cracks, the delicate sound quality produced by vibration and reverberation will be completely lost, and it will be difficult to restore it to its original state. look.

After he went back, he browsed a lot of professional websites before he found out the source of this violin. Seeing the starting price estimated by experts, Shen Tingmo was only at a loss and at a loss.

Powerless.

It was his feelings towards this completely damaged little violin, and it was also his irreparable guilt towards Ruan Wei at that time.

Now Shen Tingmo is finally able to make up for this guilt, so he explained seriously: "I want to give you back what you lost."

Ruan Wei couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, whether it was moving or sad. For him, this violin represented a childhood memory, and it was just one of the many gifts his mother gave him.

Even he himself has long forgotten.

Shen Tingmo, who works hard to make ends meet and save money to finish his studies, has remembered it for so many years.

No wonder Shen Tingmo said: Wait until you really need it, and then take it apart.

This one-sided saw-mouth gourd returned him the little golden pig, brother Tingting, and the broken violin. Unwillingness and resentment were wiped out.

It is really in accordance with first come, first served, no one is left behind.

Ruan Wei's eyes were slightly red, and she sniffed and muttered: "Boss Shen, are you rich now?"

Shen Tingmo was stunned for a moment, leaned over and picked up Ruan Wei from the ground, put him on the boss chair behind the desk, and said solemnly:

"Maybe it's not too much now. For you and your family, it's just an insignificant amount, but this is temporary. I will try my best to make more money in the future."

Ruan Wei laughed lightly, and then burst out crying with a smile. Tears dripped down her cheeks and into her mouth, bitter and salty: "Why do you earn so much money? Did you get into the eyes of money?"

As soon as Ruan Wei cried, Shen Tingmo became at a loss, and hurriedly wiped his tears with a tissue:

"No, money to a certain amount is just a string of numbers. I'm not keen on it, but money can solve many problems."

Money can easily pay for Ruan Wei's damaged goods, find violins that have been out of print for many years to make up for the debts of the year, and buy a spacious and bright house as a shelter for the two of them, sheltering the homeless Ruan Wei.

This is a scene that Shen Tingmo didn't even dare to imagine in the past.

Shen Tingmo doesn't love money, but he loves the peace of mind that money brings him.

Distressed and worried, Ruan Wei cried even louder: "Who made you earn so much money? You worked so hard to die, and ended up paying a high price to buy a piano. Are you crazy? What can you do with the money? "

Shen Tingmo had no choice but to hug Ruan Wei's head and kissed his forehead over and over again: "If you don't buy it in the future, you will keep all the money and leave the investment income to you, okay?"

"I don't want your money," Ruan Wei shook his head involuntarily as his metal frame rubbed the skin on his forehead, which was cold.

"Why are you so capable? You bought a house, a car, and a piano. You are so good at making money. Why don't you become the God of Wealth?"

I don't know whether Ruan Wei is praising him or blaming him, Shen Tingmo couldn't laugh or cry, suddenly thought of something, and softly comforted him: "I will be the God of Wealth, and you will be my little golden boy, okay?"

Ruan Wei seemed to know nothing about his college nickname, but was distracted, stopped crying, and asked curiously: "What is Little Golden Boy?"

Shen Tingmo had a smile on his lips: "Maybe it's the baby of the God of Wealth."

As soon as Shen Tingmo uttered the word "baby", Ruan Wei became honest instantly like a kitten being grabbed by the nape of its neck.

"What a mess, the God of Wealth doesn't even have a wife, where did the baby come from?" Ruan Wei grumbled and turned her head, revealing her hot pink ears.

"Maybe it was given to him by God," Shen Tingmo said with a pun.

"You just made it up and don't respect the Taoist classical mythology system at all. What little golden boy and silver boy, I'm still a little golden pig."

Ruan Wei was really ashamed now, pushed Shen Tingmo away, picked up the rag to wipe the desk again, packed up all the packaging of the violin, and prepared to throw it downstairs in a while.

Shen Tingmo looked at Ruan Wei's skin that was exposed outside his sleeves. Because of the exhaustion of cleaning, it turned pink after blood circulation, not like a little golden pig, but like a purebred domestic pig.

I don't eat much, but I can still work.

It is very suitable for being kept in the house.

"The house is not dirty, just mess with it casually."

"Cleaning is my job. Please trust the professionalism of Xiao Ruan, a domestic worker," Ruan Wei said, raising a rag.

"Well, I believe," Shen Tingmo, who was in a good mood, took off his glasses, turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them.

Ruan Wei went into the master bedroom to clean while he was not in the room. Just as he was about to wipe the bedside table, the screen of Shen Tingmo's phone suddenly lit up, and the bell rang two seconds later.

The name of the caller is displayed on the screen: Mr. Ruan (Weitong Group)

Ruan Wei stared at these words and gradually opened his mouth.

Before he could react to what happened, Shen Tingmo heard the sound and rushed to the bedroom in a blink of an eye, glanced at the phone, quickly covered the caller ID on the screen with his palm, grabbed the phone and walked quickly to the balcony to answer the call.

Ruan Wei still froze in place.

Isn't Weitong Group their company?

How many Ruan bosses are there in their company?

If he remembered correctly, the biggest boss was named Ruan Chengfeng, who was his real father.

Suspicious, really suspicious.

Recalling the first time after the reunion, when Shen Tingmo and Ruan Chengfeng talked cordially, Ruan Wei gasped in disbelief, and slammed the rag on the bedside table.

Damn it, Shen Tingmo actually had a private relationship with his father.

Does this guy have any dark secrets!

Half Candy Tea

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