The reception banquet hosted by the Xiao family for Young Master Xiao who returned to China had to end early because of Xiao Xinzhu's farce. After the guests dispersed, the decent smile on Mr. Xiao's face immediately collapsed.
He said to Xiao Jing with a sullen face: "Keep your sister in a nursing home and send a few more bodyguards if you can't bear it. You almost ruined my good deeds today!"
Xiao Jing lowered his eyebrows and said submissively: "I know grandpa, I will tell the nursing home to keep a closer eye on him."
Mr. Xiao's face brightened slightly, and he went upstairs with a cold snort.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared around the corner of the spiral staircase that Xiao Jing raised his head, staring at the corner and squinting slightly.
After a while, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Xiao Xinzhu's attending doctor.
He didn't give the other party a chance to speak, and quickly ordered: "I don't care what method you use, even if you tie her up, I don't want to escape like today. I don't want it to happen again."
It was as if the person he was talking about was not his biological sister, but the enemy who killed his father. There was no family affection at all.
The attending doctor on the other end fearfully promised that this was the first and last time. He curled his lips impatiently and cut off the call.
In the study room upstairs, Mr. Xiao swept away his arrogance when facing his grandson, and looked at the man in front of him with hesitation and extreme respect.
The man was sitting on the sofa in a leisurely posture, with his long legs intertwined and his waist-length hair hanging casually. He was pinching the back of the cat's neck in his arms and tapping his fingers here and there.
Mr. Xiao was sullen for no reason, and his attitude became more and more awed.
"Mr. Wuya."
The man didn't even raise his head, but slowly opened his lips, "Didn't find it again?"
His expression was indifferent, making it impossible to guess his true mood at this time.
Mr. Xiao was so frightened that he took a breath, and even his explanation became hasty and weak: "Mr. Wuya, everything was done according to your instructions. There is indeed no one among the guests this time who can react with the magic core. not me……"
"Ah!"
Wu Ya interrupted Mr. Xiao with a sneer. He raised his chin slightly. He was obviously sitting down, but his scornful eyes made people feel oppressive.
"It's been more than twenty years, and I just asked you to find someone. You can't handle such a small thing. What's the use of me asking you?"
Mr. Xiao was silent, and in just a moment, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.
Wuya didn't want to listen to his explanation, so he tapped the tip of his shoe, "I can make the Xiao family go from poverty to the top of the wealthy families in City A, and I can drag the Xiao family back down at any time. I don't think you have any merit but hard work these years. , I can give you another month. If there is no progress after one month, then..."
There is no need to point out the unfinished meaning of the words, everyone present knows it.
Mr. Xiao quickly said: "Sir, please don't worry, we will definitely get it done this time."
"Then I'll wait for your good news."
He stood up as he spoke, and the cat in his arms began to struggle restlessly. He picked up the skin of the cat's back neck and chuckled at the bottom of his lips: "Xue Xue is acting misbehaved again."
Mr. Xiao watched Wu Ya carrying the cat, and the figure was wrapped in a black mist and disappeared into the air. After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he was surviving a disaster.
He took out a handkerchief with trembling hands and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but sigh in melancholy.
In one month, where would he go to find that person who didn't even exist?
——
Xiao Yi'an woke up from hunger. When he opened his eyes in confusion, his stomach was protesting the empty city plan.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes and covering his hungry stomach, and glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window. The last ray of sunset had sunk into the sky, and boundless darkness was sweeping in.
Dark night was coming, and he felt panic in his heart. As soon as he lifted the quilt and stepped on the ground with bare feet, he heard the door lock turning, and then he saw He Buzhou, wearing loose home clothes, standing at the door against the light.
The last ray of sunset sank into the sea of clouds, replaced by the warm light in the house and the faint aroma of food wafting from downstairs.
He Buzhou turned on the light and realized that Xiao Yi'an was already awake. He was about to ask him to get up and wash up and prepare for dinner, but his eyes were sharply locked on his naked feet on the floor, and he couldn't help but frown.
"You step on the ground with bare feet again. You really don't care about your health at all."
The fear of darkness was wiped away by the carelessness from Hebuzhou at this moment, and Xiao Yian couldn't help but frown.
"I just woke up, and you came before I could put on my shoes and turn on the light."
In order to prove that he didn't wear shoes on purpose, he immediately bent down and put on his shoes and socks, failing to notice the trace of regret flashing in the eyes of the person opposite him.
Because Xiao Yi'an had just recovered from his illness and was not suitable for eating too much meat, his dinner was very light.
Under He Buzhou's silent supervision, Xiao Yi'an ate two bowls of rice and drank two bowls of soup. After the meal, he lay on the sofa and groaned.
After He Buzhou put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher and saw that he was feeling uncomfortable, he washed his hands and walked to him.
Suddenly a shadow was cast in front of his eyes, Xiao Yi'an raised his head, stared at He Buzhou and blinked in confusion. The latter suddenly knelt down half-kneeling, and pressed his warm and powerful palms on his uncomfortably full belly, pressing it gently.
Xiao Yi'an was stunned. When he realized that Boss Ba had rubbed his belly, he was red from head to toe. He was so shy that he struggled to get up and stammered: "I, I can just press it myself. Why do I have the nerve to trouble you?"
"Don't move." He Buzhou put a hand on his shoulder and pressed him firmly on the sofa. He rubbed his belly and said, "If you can't eat anymore, don't eat anymore. I won't force you."
Xiao Yi'an's brain was frozen. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the boss's palm was as hot as a red-hot iron. Even through a sweater, it made his whole body soft.
It took him a long time to hold back a sentence before he realized it.
After pressing for about ten minutes, He Buzhou finally took his hand away from his belly, as if comforting a disobedient cub, and said softly: "It's very late, it's time to take a bath and get ready to rest for a while and go to bed."
Xiao Yi'an breathed a sigh of relief, but he also felt some secret regret in his heart.
It would be nice if the bully was always his boyfriend, so that he could take the opportunity to act coquettishly and even do things that adults should do.
Xiao Yi'an became more and more regretful, but he could only pretend as if nothing had happened. The beeping sound happened to beep after the dishes in the dishwasher were sterilized. He suggested: "Eat, sleep, and do nothing. I feel like I'm tired." You are almost turning me into a first-class waste, so let me collect the bowl while you take a shower first."
He Buzhou looked at him intently, his gaze was deep and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, which made Xiao Yian fall into self-doubt.
Did he just say something outrageous? Why this look?
He Buzhou didn't answer his questions. He gently pushed aside his bangs that partially covered his eyes with his little finger and said, "Okay, I'll wash it first."
After saying that, he stood up and before turning to leave, he suddenly said: "Even if you really become a first-class waste, I will be happy to support you, as long as you are happy."
After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Yi'an to react, he strode towards the stairs and went upstairs.
Xiao Yi'an, who was left behind, had a dull look in his eyes. After he could no longer be seen, he slowly and stiffly raised his hand to cover his pounding heart, which turned red from head to toe again.
Is the boss hinting at him? It must be hinting to him!
Although Xiao Yi'an has never been in love, it doesn't mean that he really doesn't understand anything. He has already said it to this extent, and if he doesn't know what it means, then his more than twenty years of life have been in vain.
Xiao Yi'an stood up calmly, his heart full of strength. He quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher into the cupboard, and then went upstairs and entered the bedroom with great courage. Finally, he listened to the sound of water dripping from the bathroom, and gradually calmed down and became suspicious.
What if it's his own fault? What should I do if the boss doesn’t mean that at all? The boss is so rich, raising a little piece of trash like him is like raising an extra pet.
Xiao Yi'an, who was full of enthusiasm just now, became depressed again.
© 2010-2020 quanben-xiaoshuo.com