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Lang Juntian visited the door several times in a row, but Bai Maomao didn't give him a good face. Lang Junxian occasionally saw him, and the restlessness and hesitation on his face did not seem to be fake.But he has been reluctant to admit back to the Lang family.

Lang Juntian came to the door as usual.

Bai Maomao never concealed his dislike. After seeing Lang Juntian, he snorted coldly and stared at him unkindly as he entered the door.Lang Juntian had a loving father's face, so he couldn't lose his temper with his son's friend at this moment, so he could only smile kindly, holding back his internal injuries.

After closing the door with a bang, Bai Maomao, who was in a very unhappy mood, still followed.

Lang Junxian was making tea, and the curling mist was transpiring, blurring his face.

Lang Juntian sat down opposite him, with a tea table between them. It didn't look like a warm scene where father and son recognized each other, but more like a game of hearts.

Lang Junxian put the brewed tea in front of him, and said in a calm tone, "I said, I won't go back, and you don't have to come again."

"You don't want to see your mother?" Lang Juntian was determined to win this time, and he had no interest in the Lang family. He didn't believe that he would have no interest in his biological mother, this son.

Lang Junxian paused, and pierced him with sharp eyes, his eyes were cold, "Mr. Lang be careful, my mother is long gone."

Lang Juntian took a sip of tea lightly and praised, "Good tea."

"Your mother's grave, you haven't paid homage yet, have you?"

Lang Junxian pursed his lips and clenched his fingers unconsciously. The heat from the teapot burned his hands completely red.

Bai Maomao gently attached his hand, and took the teapot from his hand.

"What do you want to say?"

"Your mother is buried in Lang's cemetery. As long as you go back to Lang's house, you can see her."

"What if I don't agree?"

Lang Juntian smiled, "You are a child of my Lang family, and you will come back one day."

Lang Junxian looked at him coldly, but finally looked away in frustration.

The room was silent for a long time before Lang Junxian's voice sounded, "Okay."

Lang Juntian showed a satisfied smile, got up and patted him on the shoulder, "Clean up well, someone will pick you up tomorrow."

Lang Juntian achieved his goal and left contentedly.

As soon as the person left, Bai Maomao leaned against Lang Junxian as if he had no bones, "Xiao Hei, you said that your mother's bones were really buried in Lang's cemetery?"

Lang Junxian sneered, with no emotion in his tone, "Impossible."

"Oh." Bai Maomao replied dryly, but he didn't know how to comfort him. According to the practice of Lang's family, maybe Xiao Hei's mother's body was not left behind.

But this cannot be said.

Lang Junxian was thinking about something, and there was something in his hand for Bai Maomao. After a moment of silence, he said: "Tomorrow you will go to Lang's house with me."

"Huh?" Bai Maomao was surprised, "Shall I go too?"

"Yeah." Lang Junxian's face did not have the gloom just now, and the corners of his mouth turned up very tenderly, "I don't want you to be outside alone."

"Oh, really." Bai Maomao's eyes widened, and he replied foolishly, feeling his heart beating fast again disobediently.

The next day, people from the Lang family really came.

The leader is said to be the big housekeeper of the Lang family, and he waited respectfully at the door. When Lang Junxian packed up and came out, he was not surprised when he saw the white hair beside him, but his eyes turned around on his face. , The look of contempt flashed past.

Lang Juntian didn't come this time.

It was expected that Lang Juntian didn't come. Since Lang Junxian had agreed to return to Lang's house, his patriarch's arrogance would naturally rise. Although he wouldn't give a blow to his boss, he wouldn't be as humble as before to beg.

Lang Junxian glanced around, without asking any further questions, signed Bai Maomao and sat in the back seat.

The car started, and the low humming sounded far away in the early morning.

The Lang family's ancestral house is in the center of Shangjing, surrounded by mountains and rivers, occupying the best piece of land.

The car entered the gate of Lang's house and drove a long way before stopping.Bai Maomao squinted his eyes at the huge gold-plated "Lang" character on the door plaque, and praised him from the bottom of his heart.

It is worthy of being one of the three great families in Shangjing.

Step into the threshold, walk through the winding corridor, and arrive at the living room at the back.

There were quite a few people present, and Lang Juntian sat on the main seat with a dignified face.

Sitting on the lower left side of him were two men with similar looks, and sitting on the lower right side was a middle-aged woman, dressed gracefully and luxuriously, she looked like the mistress of a wealthy family.

The others sat in their respective positions according to their identities, and looked curiously at the two people who appeared suddenly.

Lang Junxian stood in the middle holding Bai Maomao calmly.

The mistress of the rich family picked up the teacup, sipped the tea froth, and said with a smile, "This is Junxian, right? Your father found you back with great difficulty, so you treat this as your own home, don't be polite."

Lang Juntian on the main seat also nodded, "Sit down, go back to your own home, don't be restrained."

The two of them found a place to sit down.

Lang Junxian didn't talk much, during the whole process he was either someone was asking questions and he was answering, or he just pursed his lips and kept silent, playing a dumb-mouthed gourd to life.Bai Maomao watched these people get together to show off their acting skills, and felt very bored, and soon dozed off little by little.

The face of the mistress who was still talking about showing her tolerance and generosity turned dark, and she quickly returned to normal, "Look at what I said, you came here early in the morning, you haven't eaten yet, I'll call the housekeeper... ..."

"No need, I'm a little tired." Lang Junxian looked straight at Lang Juntian above him.

Lang Juntian ignored his wife's dissatisfied gaze, and coughed, "Go and rest first if you're tired."

After speaking, ask the housekeeper to take them to the tidy yard to rest.

Lang Junxian wakes up Bai Maomao who is still dozing off.Glancing at the two brothers with unsatisfactory faces, the corners of their mouths twitched secretly.

Lang Juntian put in a lot of effort to win over this cheap and powerful son, so naturally he wouldn't treat them badly in the place where he lived.

The yard where they lived was separated from the main house, and there seemed to be some distance from the main house. Except for a secluded road, the rest was lush trees.

The butler sent the person to the place, and then asked someone to make breakfast and send it over.Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to inquire about the news, but when he saw the guarded looks of the two, he simply gave up his mind and retreated respectfully, leaving space for the two of them.

Bai Maomao yawned a lot, and even a teardrop hung from the corner of his eye. With his gorgeous face, it made people even more appetizing.

The three inches below the navel of Lang Junxian was a little tight, he wanted to cover it up with a chopstick for Bai Maomao, and another chopstick for himself, lowered his head to eat the food, and diverted his attention.

Bai Maomao was still ignorant, with a soft and cute expression of sleepiness, and his long eyelashes blinked and blinked, making Lang Junxian's lower abdomen about to explode.

Lang Junxian gritted his teeth, picked up the wine beside him and poured himself a glass viciously.

The pungent taste scalded from the throat all the way to the stomach, but the gorgeous atmosphere became even more sensational.

Lang Junxian stared blankly at Bai Maomao, his eyes had turned green.Bai Maomao was stared at inexplicably, and stupidly approached him and asked, "What do you see me doing? There's something on my face" as he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips unconsciously.

The scarlet tongue flashed between the white teeth, and the pink lips were full of water, like a plump fruit waiting to be picked.

Lang Junxian's breathing became heavy.A wave of enthusiasm rose from his abdomen, and two thin red spots appeared on his face. Lang Junxian was a little annoyed, this wine was stronger than he imagined, and after drinking a glass, the desire in his heart became even stronger.

Bai Maomao waved his hand in front of his eyes, and asked strangely, "Xiao Hei? Are you drunk?"

Lang Jun stared at him enviously with green eyes.

"Why do you get drunk after just one drink?" Bai Maomao muttered, and couldn't help picking up the wine glass to take a sip. The spicy feeling exploded between his lips and teeth, followed by a strong aroma of wine.

It smelled so good, Bai Maomao squinted his eyes and smacked his lips, and couldn't help but take another sip.

Lang Junxian still sat on his seat and stared at him blankly.

Bai Maomao tasted the wine, couldn't help taking another sip, and soon finished drinking a glass, he picked up the flagon with still not enough content, ready to pour another glass.

"Go to sleep." Lang Junxian grabbed his hand, his eyes were still fixed, his white scalp was numb and his skin was getting goosebumps.

Lang Jun envied him and pulled him into the room.Bai Maomao curled his lips, and reluctantly put down his wine glass.

Lang Junxian was obviously drunk, first he took Bai Maomao's hand, and then said that he couldn't walk anymore, and lay on Bai Maomao's back, his whole body was like an oversized koala, hugging Bai Maomao in his arms into his arms.

The big bear put on the little bear, and walked towards the bedroom step by step, his warm breath hit the side of his face.Bai Maomao suddenly panicked for no reason.