MTL - I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses-Chapter 517 Take the move

Chapter 517 Accepting the move

Wei Lan’s slender eyebrows were tightly squeezed together, and she couldn’t hide the distress in her eyes.

He reached out to pull the box off Gu Chao's shoulder, but Gu Chao took a step away to avoid it:

"It's okay, I'll be home soon, don't break it."

Wei Lan refused and reached out to take a box to share, "Is it coal? Did my dad really drag you to carry coal? Guo Gongzhuang?"

"It's a bit far." Gu Chao responded, and Wei Lan stepped back as soon as he stretched out his hand.

With Gu Chao holding his hand, the box was steady on his shoulder, but the briquettes inside were swaying as they moved, and some small black powder leaked down along the gaps.

When Gu Chao avoided it, he coaxed in a low voice: "Don't make trouble, baby, it's dirty."

Not only is it a bit far, Guogongzhuang is 18 kilometers from here to be precise, and the round trip is 36 kilometers.

 They set out early in the morning and arrived home almost at lunch time.

 I still came back with a heavy load...

Wei Lan's eyes suddenly turned red, "I have a car at home, and there is also a man selling briquettes on a small car nearby...won't you refuse?"

A discerning person can tell at a glance that her father did this on purpose.

He is so stupid that he can take any tricks.

"Dad is coming with me. Even at his age, I can do it. I am young and vigorous. If I say no, how can I get by? Well, let's go home first."

 Gu Chao always has inexplicable persistence in certain situations.

 Wei Lan pursed her lips, knowing that she could not convince Gu Chao. She was afraid that it would be more difficult for him if she delayed him, so she had to stop her hand and take a step away to follow Gu Chao.

 The two of them walked back side by side.

When he got to the courtyard, Gu Chao placed two boxes of briquettes under the eaves and steps. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Wei Lan could see the tense muscles in his shoulders.

 Tired muscles and nerves are out of control.

Wei Lan urged, "You go upstairs first, and I'll get water for you to wash up." "Okay." Gu Chao nodded in agreement.

Going upstairs and passing by the living room, Gu Chao said hello to Wei Xueliang and Wei's mother and went upstairs first. Wei Lan hurriedly fetched a basin of water and followed him upstairs.

 Wei Xueliang pursed his lips. He was scolded by Wei’s mother just now. After all, he had a long memory and didn’t talk about it anymore.

On the other hand, Mother Wei glanced at him and asked in shock: "Did you really take him to the coal mine? The main station?"

Wei Xueliang raised his chin, pursed his lips and squinted at Wei's mother without speaking, as if he was making it clear that he could no longer be serious.

“You are really an old man, the longer you live, the more you will go back! Don’t drink this white fungus soup today, go to the kitchen and drink the swill to clear your brain!”

Mother Wei cursed, picked up the bowl of sea food she had just returned to Wei Xueliang, and went to the kitchen again.

Mother Wei knew very well that if this was true, based on how much her little girl valued Gu Chao, she would shed many tears and be heartbroken.

“What do you know? I’m not trying to trouble people! Go to bed early and get up early to exercise. When he gets old, he will be like me and run eight hundred miles in one breath..."

Before she finished speaking, Mother Wei closed the kitchen door with a bang.

Wei Xueliang snorted, rolled his eyes and twisted his neck in a strange way, imitating what Wei Lan and Wei Mu just said:

 “Dad~ Where is Brother Chao~”

 “You are such an old man~”

 …

On the second floor, Gu Chao washed up hastily and soaked his dirty shirt in the basin. He lay lazily on the bed, raising his left arm to cover his eyes.

 Having walked for such a long time, it would be a lie to say that I am not tired.

 He now felt his calves trembling, and his arms felt as if they were not his own.

Just as he was about to take a break and then get up and move around, a pair of slightly cool hands touched his hot and tight arms and squeezed them gently, "Are you tired? Is the strength appropriate?"

 (End of this chapter)