After breakfast, the two of them proposed the idea of leaving. Mother He's mother tried to persuade her to stay but failed, so she could only send them to the outer courtyard of the villa. She watched Xiao Yi'an get into the car first with resentful eyes.
"An'an, remember to come back and see Auntie more often when you have time."
Mother He liked Xiao Yi'an, her future daughter-in-law, very much. The more she looked at it, the more she felt it was a pity that such a good child was harmed by her second son, Bingcube. She couldn't help but tell him: "If Buzhou dares to bully you, don't do it." If you are afraid, just tell your aunt and she will teach you a lesson."
Xiao Yi'an couldn't laugh or cry, and his heart felt warm and soft. It was the first time for him to experience maternal love after his parents died young.
He glanced at He Buzhou who looked quite helpless, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, aunt, he won't bully me."
Even if he said good things for He Buzhou, he was also telling the truth.
He Buzhou looks cold-hearted, but he is actually an extremely gentle and gentle man. It is impossible to bully him. Moreover, when it comes to bullying or not, the relationship between them has not yet been settled, and they don't know when they will take a further step.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yi'an couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
Is the boss’s crush really him? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I accidentally exposed it and found out it wasn't me?
After all, Boss Ba has never personally admitted who his crush is.
Xiao Yi'an just thought about the scene where he tried to express his love but was rejected, and he couldn't help but buy a luxurious sea view villa.
When it comes to confessing, it’s better to be more steady.
Xiao Yi'an was thinking a lot, but in fact it was just a fleeting thought.
He Buzhou didn't know that his wife, who was almost there, had retracted into her shell again. He rubbed the stupid hair on Xiao Yi'an's head, asked him to fasten his seat belt and closed the car door. He turned around and spoke to He's mother. After a few words, he was about to get in the car, but he was waved aside by Father He who had been silent.
He Buzhou frowned slightly, feeling a little confused in his heart, but he still followed Father He and walked over.
Xiao Yi'an, who didn't see He Buzhou getting on the bus after waiting for a while, tilted his head and looked out of the car window. When he didn't see anyone, he raised his head slightly and looked at He's mother: "Auntie, where are the others in He Buzhou?"
That eager look was like a little fox waiting for its parents to come home.
Mother He's motherly love was ignited, and she couldn't help but reach out and rub his soft short hair, "The child's father has something to do with him. Auntie, please stay with you for a while."
Xiao Yian nodded calmly and felt relieved. It turned out that he was called away by Crane's father, not left behind.
On the other side, He Buzhou followed He's father to the side courtyard. He was thinking about Xiao Yian, and his tone was a little anxious unconsciously.
"Dad, what's the matter?"
Father He changed his attitude of being humble in front of his wife and looked serious. He glanced at Xiao Yi'an, who was chatting happily with Mother He not far away, "He is the most favored young master Xiao in the Xiao family, right?"
He Buzhou pursed his lips and did not answer. He's father was not surprised because he had already known what was going on.
He called He Buzhou over, not to prevent the two from getting together, but to analyze the situation for He Buzhou.
"The Xiao family's method of getting rich is very dirty, and every member of the family is more crazy than the other. If you provoke Xiao Yian, I'm afraid the Xiao family won't let you be together so easily."
Father He has handed over his business and power to his two sons in recent years, but that doesn't mean he can't understand the current situation in City A. Although he has never had direct contact with him, he has heard about Xiao Yian for a long time. He seems to be favored by the head of the Xiao family, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is a person who was trained by the Xiao family to marry for profit. Just chess pieces.
Now this chess piece was intercepted halfway by his son. With the Xiao family's unscrupulous style, he didn't know whether he could do something like beating a mandarin duck with a stick. Using this to climb up to their He family was a sure thing.
"It's not that I have any dissatisfaction with An An, but the Xiao family is really difficult to deal with."
The Xiao family is not clean, something will happen sooner or later, and anyone who gets into their house will probably be in trouble.
Naturally, He Buzhou could think of things that He's father could think of. He didn't comment on this, but just hummed indifferently and said, "I know what I know."
If he dared to say that, there would naturally be a way to solve this problem. Father He had no doubts about his ability. Seeing this, he patted his shoulder reassuringly, "As long as you know what you are doing, you can tell dad if you have anything. Your dad and I I’m old, but that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of settling things for you.”
"Whatever you want to do, feel free to do it. If you like that person, go for it boldly. Your mother and I just want you to have a happy life, and we have no other requirements."
Father He's words made He Buzhou feel a little hot in his heart, but he was used to not revealing his inner thoughts, so he just nodded to show his understanding.
Because Xiao Yi'an was still waiting there, the father and son quickly ended their conversation. The two of them walked side by side, and Xiao Yian, who was chatting happily with He Mu, immediately turned his attention to He Buzhou.
He thought that He's father came to He Buzhou because something suddenly happened, thinking that something happened at work or at home, so he thoughtfully said: "If there is something to do, just ask the driver to take me back."
He Buzhou's eyebrows were filled with a smile, "It's just some insignificant things, it doesn't get in the way."
Father He echoed from the side: "It's really just a small matter. It's not serious enough that he needs to take action personally. He has so many employees and he can't keep it in vain. Someone will solve it."
Both of them said this, and Xiao Yian, who was worried that He Buzhou would be in a dilemma because of him, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid of becoming a burden to He Buzhou. He was already being taken care of by him. If anything else was delayed because of him, he would feel uneasy.
He Buzhou noticed his thoughts and raised his hand to rub the top of his hair, comforting him silently and gently.
Mother He felt relieved when she saw the small interaction between the two, and couldn't help but joked: "You two should go back quickly, and we two old guys won't disturb your two-person life."
Xiao Yi'an was so embarrassed that he blushed until the car drove out of Hezhai.
The car was very quiet, the driver drove smoothly, and the two people sitting in the back seat didn't feel any discomfort at all.
Because he had just recovered from a serious illness, Xiao Yi'an didn't want to work hard to maintain an upright sitting posture, so he was a little casual and placed his hands on his thighs.
He Buzhou was looking down at his phone, not knowing what he was looking at, and his expression was very serious.
Xiao Yi'an peeked out of the corner of his eye for a few times, but couldn't figure out what was going on. He turned his head in frustration, and the next second he felt the back of his hand being held by a warm, dry palm.
Apart from him, the only other person sitting in the back row was He Buzhou. There was no need to guess whose hand this hand belonged to.
He was so shocked that he held his breath, his pupils trembled slightly, and his mind was like a mess, instantly tangled up.
what to do? Should he take his hand out? Or just pretend not to know?
After only a second of hesitation, Xiao Yi'an's inner balance completely tilted towards the latter.
In order to cover up the panic in his heart, he held his face and looked out the window, not squinting, pretending to be looking at the scenery. In fact, his brain had already turned to paste, and the earlobe where his fingertips touched was even more shockingly hot.
And He Buzhou, who had been staring at the phone without raising his head, slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
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