crush again

Huo Yang was awakened by being crushed alive.

Half asleep and half awake, he glanced down and saw a small furry head on his chest.Huo Yang first gently moved one foot resting on his stomach, then pulled the child off his body, rolled it into his arms around the crook of his arm.

He lay on his side, brushing the clothes on Ye Lang's back with his palms one after another, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

There is a breeze blowing outside the window, I wake up naturally after sleeping, and when I wake up, I see the beauty in my arms.What the hell are you asking for?

Ye Lang's neck rests on his arm, this position is not comfortable, and it doesn't fit his head anywhere, making him panic.Like a mouse that couldn't find its nest, he arched and drilled, closed his eyes, moved around for a long time, and finally couldn't sleep.

He opened his eyes angrily, and saw a weird smirk on the face in front of him, and he woke up with a jolt, with goose bumps all over his head and toes.

Huo Yang was immersed in happiness, suddenly the little beauty in his arms "chucked" down, rolled over and got out of bed.He grabbed it subconsciously, and Ye Lang ruthlessly pulled the cup into a ball and stuffed it roughly on his chest.

When Huo Yang opened his eyes, he only saw Ye Lang open the door without looking back, leaving him with a back that was similar to the person in his dream.

He looked down at the quilt in his arms, "..."

Asked how worried you are, just like a group of eunuchs going up to the brothel.

After Huo Yang inquired, he found out that Mr. Ye was in a bad mood because he got up half an hour late.

The Ye family has three servants, a housekeeper, a cook and a driver.The butler is a 25-year-old girl named Tang Zhi, a top student at the Dutch Butler Academy. She was originally a lecturer at one of the top high-end private training institutions in China. She dug in to take care of the kids.After Li Yanxing moved into Ye's house, she often entertained guests in the villa, held banquets, and had to renovate the courtyard... Tang Zhi took care of everything well, and with the appreciation of the hostess, he raised his salary again and again. Bought a suite in the second ring.

Tang Zhi pulled her light khaki-colored curly hair loosely behind her head, and wore a long, loose beige shirt, shorts and a white vest.She is not pretty, but she has an indescribably casual nature and a boyish personality. She has a fair face with only two thin eyebrows.

"Lang Lang is like this." Tang Zhi brought out a glass of iced lemonade from the kitchen, put it in front of Huo Yang, sat cross-legged on the futon, and carefully cut off the excess stems, leaves and thorns on the flower branches, "Uncle Ye taught him Very strict, what time to wake up in the morning, what time to go to bed at night, when to practice calligraphy and piano, which day to go horseback riding, and take him to a foreign country every month, skiing, listening to concerts, and camping in the wild. Lang Lang School There are also many courses, in addition to the main courses, there are also swimming, football, rowing, painting, vocalization, performance training... There are six final exams, and Uncle Ye only allows him to get two Bs at most, and the others must get A. "

"You think he is very sensible and polite, right?" Tang Zhi looked up at Huo Yang, smiled and shook her head, "He is not like that. But with his parents, he must be like this. With his grandma , and maybe act coquettishly and make trouble.”

At this time, Ye Lang came over with a "clack clack", grabbed the handrail of the stairs, poked his head down and shouted: "Auntie! I want to eat toast!"

A cry came back from the kitchen, "Hey! Listen! Chocolate or strawberries with mint leaves?"

"Add it," he thought for a while, "this time I want to eat caramel cinnamon."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you later."

"Thank you, Auntie." Ye Lang ran back into the house again.

Tang Zhi specially added a few words, "That's Aunt Wu. She used to work as the head chef in a Chinese restaurant in a five-star hotel. No matter how picky she was, she always said it was delicious. There was also a foreigner who invited her to Hong Kong to work in a Michelin restaurant. Chef. After Sister Li moved to Beijing, she liked her place very much. Aunt Wu originally planned to live in Shanghai, and Sister Li wrote a letter of recommendation for her son and sent it to Harvard, so she agreed to work here.”

Huo Yang nodded thoughtfully, and took a sip of lemonade.

He suddenly asked, "Does he have any friends?"

Tang Zhi was stunned for a moment, the dew on the flowers in her hand rolled into the porcelain vase, with a crisp ticking sound.She didn't know who "he" was referring to at first, but she quickly realized it.

"No... not many." She still put the flower branch into the vase, playing with the fresh petals, "He is learning all kinds of things all day long, and he lives like a little adult. How can he know a few friends? At most, he knows his family. The brothers and sisters in the school are not very friendly... only Chu Zhongxiao is more familiar."

At this moment, Tang Zhi remembered something, and smiled wryly, "That kid, he's about to mature—by the way, you probably don't know him."

Huo Yang thought to himself that the two of us really can't be summed up by the word "familiarity", he just said: "I met you yesterday when I handed in homework with Lang Lang."

After he stopped, he added a sincere sentence: "It's such a disaster at such a young age, what's wrong with growing up? Let Lang Lang spend less time with her and play with me more."

"..." Tang Zhi could only bow her head and arrange the flowers silently, "You have a deep affection for Lang Lang."

"Well, good looks can turn ghosts around. I am..." Before Huo Yang could say the next sentence, he suddenly heard Aunt Wu say in the kitchen: "Xiao Tang, can you please bring the toast? I just made it here!"

Before Tang Zhi could respond, the man raised his eyebrows at her, got up first, and rushed to the door with a few strides, "I'll come, I'll come!"

When he entered, Aunt Wu was using a small piping gun to squeeze cream on the caramel cinnamon toast, and finely sprinkled crushed dried mint on it.The young man took the plate from her, but did not leave in a hurry. He leaned against the corner table next to him, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Sister Wu, the craftsmanship is really good. You can take a rest later, and I will clean up here." Just do it."

Aunt Wu didn't expect that she was nearly half a hundred years old, and there was a handsome guy rushing to call her "sister", so she couldn't help but waved her hand, "You child! Take it up and eat with Lang Lang, ah. I'm used to tidying up in the kitchen." , I don’t need you.”

"That won't work," Huo Yang said, "I'm here to serve the young master, and I have to work too. You bully me casually, and I'm proficient in everything from cleaning slops to sewers."

This kid has already cultivated to be good at pleasing women, and he quickly made Aunt Wu smile, as if he had regained his youth, he only missed whipping him with a towel.Huo Yang saw that the show off was successful, so he ran upstairs in a hurry, and harassed the last living creature in the room who kept him in Cao Ying's heart.

When Huo Yang stepped into Ye Lang's small study excitedly, he was in vain. After looking around, he didn't find anyone.He took the plate and went to the bedroom and game room, but he didn't find anyone.

He ran up to the third floor, and the glass door of the sky garden opened automatically, the hardwood floor was wet, and green and orange flowers were everywhere on the terrace.Stretch your head and look around, the swimming pool is blue and bright, with dense flower branches protruding from the wrought iron fence, nodding with the wind.

Huo Yang was full of lawsuits. He clearly saw Ye Lang on the second floor just now, but he didn't see him coming downstairs.But what about people?

At this time, he suddenly remembered the structure of the study last night.The dome inside is very high, the west wall is a bookshelf, and the stairs have several floors.Huo Yang looked around, and found a door next to the glass door that looked the same as the study on the first floor.

It's quite emotional. When you're tired from reading, you can go up to the third floor to inhale the smog.Huo Yang quietly opened the door a crack and tiptoed in.

When he looked down, he realized that he had underestimated the amount of books here.The horizontal columns and vertical columns of the compartments in the bookshelf are in the shape of diamond cuts, and the vertical cabinets with the same shape as the compartments of the bookshelves are vertically arranged on both sides, which has a layer upon layer and endless meaning.

At the end is a nearly two-meter-long carved root desk, with a gloomy tone, and the sides can be moved and folded. The back of the large swivel chair with a high back rests on a large ink-accumulated landscape painting covered in clouds and mist.

It's like an elegant cage, the ground is a prison, and it wants to lock you up with countless trivial troubles.

All the drawers of the big desk near the east wall in the inner room were opened, and there were piles of documents, and a small figure was messing with something inside.

Ye Lang was concentrating on packing his things, when he raised his head inadvertently, he suddenly saw a person on the top of the stairs, trembling with fright, the things in his arms scattered on the ground.

"I look so scary?" Huo Yang pretended that he didn't want to help at all, and put the plate on the round table beside him, "Baby, the ice cream is almost melting, you eat first."

"Oh... okay." Ye Lang collected himself, bent down to pick up the documents and the open notebooks, put them neatly into the cardboard box, and dragged the full box to the wall with great effort.Huo Yang looked at it like this for a while, sighed in his heart, rolled up his sleeves and walked over, gathered the papers on the ground together, and packed them up with him.

Ye Lang wiped the dust off his cheeks with his sleeve, but didn't say anything, just took things, picked them up, and put them into boxes in silence.He heard the young man lower his head and ask him casually, "Are these your father's?"

"I don't know." Ye Lang shook his head, hesitated for a long time, and said, "There are not so many things in the drawer, but Dad... told me before, let me study in his study in the future. Then Mom...is Aunt Li, she suddenly told me that I should put away all the things in the drawer and not let others know."

This sentence made Huo Yang raise his head and laughed, "Then how did you let me know?"

The boy looked at him with clear eyes, like two toads bathed in water, his shadow clearly condensed in his pupils, "You said you are different from them."

"Silly boy, what do you believe in what I say?"

Ye Lang hugged the notebook and asked very directly: "Then will you lie to me?"

Huo Yang squatted on the ground, raised his head and stared at him.He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head carelessly as if hiding some emotion, "Don't ask people this kind of question in the future, you can't tell if it's true or false. You have to see with your eyes and think with your brain...forget it." Gently tapped Ye Lang's chest, "Don't use your brain, you don't have many good muscles. Use here."

"..." The boy lowered his head blankly, looked at his breast pocket, freed his hand and took out a red roll of Grandpa Mao, and spread it in front of him, "Use this?"

Huo Yang grabbed the roll of money and gritted his teeth, "... use your conscience!"

He wanted to put this pile of money back into Ye Lang's pocket, but he searched his clothes for a long time, but he couldn't find another pocket.He thought about it for a while, and said, "I'll keep it for you first, what kind of money does the child take?", and naturally stuffed it into his trouser pocket.Ye Lang looked at him and asked innocently: "Then do you have a conscience?"

Huo Yang was blocked tightly, a mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat, and he really wanted to say that Lao Tzu quit.Ye Lang had an unadulterated thirst for knowledge, as if he really didn't know the difference between an abstract thing like "conscience" and a wolf-hearted dog.

He could only comfort himself that his children were all debts. He lowered his head and thought for a while, but from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the grimace that the child hadn't had time to put away, and immediately ignored it, throwing the things in his hand into the box, "You son of a bitch, I can't scratch you to death! "

Ye Lang made a decisive decision, turned around and ran away.

The two jumped up and down in this gorgeous study room, hiding in places, Ye Lang took advantage of his familiarity with the terrain, and actually played Huo Yang around, forgetting about inheriting the family business and studying.If Ye Qiru had any knowledge, he would be so angry that he would set fire to all the books in the house.

It's okay for this naughty son to play hide-and-seek, but he even trampled the documents to pieces into mud and dust. It was Huo Yang, an outsider who moved his sympathy and sorted out these unremarkable documents.

When Huo Yang was half kneeling on the ground, suddenly, a human-shaped mortar///mortar /// shell was fired from behind him, and he was unprepared, and fell to the carpet all at once.

He hugged Ye Lang with his backhand, dumbfounded, "Are you crazy? Get up and get down to business!"

Ye Lang snorted a few times in his arms, and murmured softly: "...I want a toast, bring it to me."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. You are handsome and listen to you." Huo Yang sighed, got up resignedly, looked up, and the plate of toast poured with sugar syrup and cream rolled down to the ground at some point. It's a graceful posture of Yushan tilting and inserting green onions ... it is buckled upside down on a stack of documents.

He rushed over quickly, and found that the ice cream had completely melted, and the big book was soaked in various colors.Huo Yang picked it up and shook it, pinched the corners with two fingers, sucked it up with toilet paper, and made out a few blurred characters on the cover:

"The Power of Inheritance."

Huo Yang, "..."