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On this panic-stricken night, a silver-haired boy who thought he was a fork became the cake on the plate.

Early the next morning.

Wenxiu Lord, who was the first to wake up, felt extremely uncomfortable.

After sleeping all night in Tom Riddle's arms, he lost all feeling in his arms and legs.

Wenxiu Lord listened to the even breathing sound coming from above his head and struggled twice in discomfort.

With the silver-haired boy around, Tom Riddle slept longer and longer.

Now there was no sign of waking up, and he subconsciously tightened his arms around Wenxiu Lord even tighter.

Xue Hua Ping's arms were pressed like this, and Wen Xiu Lord couldn't help but screamed out on the spot.

"what!"

The unique alarm clock woke up the sleeping Tom Riddle. He opened his eyes and saw the silver-haired boy in front of him. He wanted to bury his head in his neck.

"No, no, no! Don't move!" Wenxiu Lord tried to endure the numbness and soreness coming from all parts of his body, and even his cerebellum felt numb.

But now he could only move his mouth, "Good Fudi, my limbs are numb, please stop moving."

Tom Riddle, who was about to withdraw his arm from the boy's waist, froze, his muscles tense and remained motionless.

After a long time, Wenxiu Lord, who dared not even breathe, felt that his limbs were finally connected to his cerebellum.

A heavy breath brushed across his chest, and Tom Riddle subconsciously retracted his arms.

Fortunately, Wenxiu Lord has recovered a little now and no longer makes screams that are comparable to those of a mandrake seedling.

"Are you feeling better?" Tom Riddle asked.

Vinciu Lord's hands still hadn't recovered their strength, and he pressed them on Tom Riddle's chest in a weak motion, trying to push him away.

"Vodi, let me go first. I should be fine after I take it easy."

This force is so weak that it's like a kitten kneading milk.

With a strange feeling rising in his heart, Tom Riddle grabbed the boy's hand and began to press the palm of his hand.

"I'll rub it for you."

"Thank you, Fudi." Wenxiu Lord did not refuse and stretched out his other hand with difficulty.

Every blow on his legs made Wenxiu Lord close his eyes and take a deep breath. He complained to the culprit in a rather resentful tone.

"It's all your fault, otherwise I could have slept for another two hours. I will never let you sleep with me in my arms again. From now on, I'll divide the bed into two, and I'll sleep on this half and you on the other half."

He really wanted to sleep alone.

Although he was not as fearful as when they first slept together, Tom Riddle always liked to hug Vincent Lord at night to reduce the pain of his soul being torn apart.

Sometimes I hugged him too tightly, and Tom Riddle never turned over in his sleep, so the situation today was inevitable.

Wenxiu Lord was really fed up.

In order to get a good night's sleep, he did not continue spraying soul stabilizing potion on his body.

However, Tom Riddle didn't notice anything unusual, and he became more and more adept at physical contact with him.

"No." Tom Riddle refused without any hesitation.

Knowing that he would get such an answer, Wenxiu Lord, who had not had a good rest, lost his temper.

He shook off Tom Riddle's hand with a snort, then turned over and got out of bed.

His arms suddenly felt empty, Tom Riddle frowned slightly, and lifted the quilt without any reluctance.

The original plan of the two was to return to Malfoy Manor to handle work today, but who knew that such an accident would happen last night.

Now both of them were forced to take a day off.

After breakfast, Sebastian quickly cleaned up the leftovers on the table, served Wenxiu Lord his favorite floral tea, and then respectfully stepped back.

"Master, the guests have already had breakfast. I have already explained to the uninformed guests that their emotions are still under control."

"Have all the clues been cleared?"

"Yes, it's all cleaned up."

Tom Riddle was still there. Sebastian replied according to what Wenxiu Lord had lied about last night, "The Aurors will never find out about that servant."

"Well, you follow the Aurors when they inspect the scene. Not all Aurors have professional ethics. Keep their hands and feet. There can be no less stuff in this manor, and definitely no more."

The silver-haired boy crossed his legs, unfolded today's Daily Prophet and said, "Tell the servants to keep an eye on the guests and note down anyone who wants to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble."

"Yes."

Leaving the room, Sebastian closed the door and raised his hand, and a dozen servants appeared silently in front of him.

Seeing that everyone had a conspicuous pendant around their necks, Sebastian nodded with a not-so-good-looking expression on his face, and distributed Wenxiu Lord's order.

The servants obeyed the order, and Sebastian spoke in a low and serious voice, "I won't allow you to make any mistakes. If anyone makes a mistake, I think you should know the consequences of returning to the factory for re-production."

The butler who was always respectful and gentle in front of the master of the house now revealed a low-pressure aura, which scared the AI ​​servants present so much that they all trembled.

Sebastian, who was classified as a family member and therefore did not get the pendant, glanced at the necks of these people and disappeared on the spot.

The AI ​​servants looked at each other, not understanding why their boss was in such a bad mood today.

In the evening, the guests appeared in the restaurant and the noise gradually became louder and louder.

Wenxiu Lord, who had already received the list of troublemakers, folded his hands and supported his chin, watching this absurd farce like an outsider.

A man in the crowd who was deliberately trying to stir up trouble noticed his playful expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he changed the subject and directed his criticism at him.

"The murderer hasn't been caught yet, but Lord Lord is acting like he's enjoying the show. Could it be that he thinks everyone here is just a tool for your amusement? Could it be that Lord Lord planned this murder?"

His idea is ideal.

He can use the identities of the guests present to suppress Wenxiu Lord and achieve his own goals.

But the reality is cruel.

Wenxiu Lord did not respond to him. He raised his hands and spread them back. Sebastian took a few steps forward and respectfully handed an envelope to Wenxiu Lord.

The man's face changed and he was about to speak up to stop it.

"Stop!" As soon as he said these two words, Sebastian appeared behind him and pressed him back into the chair with both hands.

In full view of everyone, Wenxiu Lord tore open the envelope and read aloud the contents of the letter.

With every word spoken, the face of the person who initiated the trouble would become uglier.

More colorful than a palette.

After reading the contents of the letter, there was no sound in the restaurant, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Wenxiu Lord raised his eyebrows and smiled to show his approval of his plan.

"This is a good plan. You can use the power of everyone here to put pressure on me and get a larger share of the profits in the next cooperation."

His deep and sharp eyes were cold and with a turn of his wrist, he threw the letter just in front of the man.

"I can see that you must be living a happy life."

The man's face turned red from being mocked. "How can you intercept my letters? This is illegal! I will sue you!"

Wen Xiu Lord helplessly spread his hands, "I don't want to do that either. This case was framed on me by others, so of course I have to be careful."

He glanced at the reporters who were ready to make a move, "Of course you can go to the International Confederation of Wizards to sue me. With so many reporters present, they can publish the full picture of the matter and let everyone help judge the case."

The eyes of several reporters in the corner lit up, and one of them couldn't resist the temptation of being on the front page, so he spoke in a low voice.

"Mr. Lord, can we really put this in the newspaper?"

The steam rising from the teacup misted up the boy's face, and everyone only heard, "As long as he agrees, I naturally have no objection."