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Except for the members of the Xiang family, not many people knew the news that Mr. Xiang had returned home.

The eldest son of the Xiang family who left Hong Kong disappeared for so many years, and there was no big disturbance after returning to the Xiang family. It was as if he had just traveled home from a long trip, and he didn't even have any expression when he first stepped in the door , the whole Xiang family did not welcome the return of the eldest son too deliberately, everything was natural.

However, Xiang Shaochen was a little younger back then, and it was always a bit unnatural when he faced this uncle again, but Xiang Rong's indifferent and unrevealed appearance really made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Xiang Yan didn't seem to care about this elder brother again, the two of them couldn't even speak a few words when they met, just like sometimes Xiang Rong sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, Xiang Yan went downstairs after breakfast and went to the company. Xiang Rong never took his eyes off the newspaper, and even his voice was indifferent.

His delicate and indifferent face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, Xiang Shaochen sometimes doubted whether there was anyone in this world who could make this man smile even a little bit.

Soon Xiang Shaochen's idea came true.

On that day, he was ordered by his father to wake up Ye Xiaolou - you must know that except for Xiang Yan, there are very few people in the whole family who can successfully wake up Ye Xiaolou who is in a deep sleep state (anytime, anywhere) Come here, there was even a time when Ye An suddenly wanted to hold the milk to him to let him lick Ye Xiaolou's face, or scratch him with the cat's paw, but within 2 minutes Ye Xiaolou accurately hugged the milk in his arms Then, one big and one small, the two fell asleep without anyone else watching.

Xiang Shaochen tried the old-fashioned way of waking him up with an alarm clock, but was thrown out of the window by Xiang Yan with a cold face.

——Don’t bother him and wake him up again, this task is a bit too difficult, father, you are not the only young son like him!

Ye Xiaolou was dazedly patted on the face by Xiang Shaochen, in fact, he recognized the bed a little bit, ever since he was carried to that big bed by Xiang Yan every night, he was not used to sleeping in his own small bed , but the spirit is really a little bad these days, I fell asleep after reading a book by the fireplace for a while.

"Good boy, go to bed after eating." Xiang Shaochen felt helpless, finally looked at the little lion and milk lying on Ye Xiaolou's lap, and picked up the purring kitten.

"If you don't wake up, I'll throw your milk out."

Ye Xiaolou said vaguely: "...by the way, throw me out too."

——In that case he would be thrown into the pond outside by his father.

Xiang Shaochen squeezed Milk's ears, and carried it away, and Ye Xiaolou rubbed his eyes and followed after a while.

There is a white bodyguard next to Xiang Rong, whose name is "A Zhong" with Chinese characteristics. When Xiang Shaochen heard Xiang Rong called this name once, he felt a little familiar in a trance. Then he thought, oh, his little At that time, he seemed to have met a confidant named Ah Zhong at his grandfather Mr. Xiang, but he was a Hong Kong native who spoke pure Cantonese. Later, I heard that he was sent to the side of the eldest son Xiang Rong. How come after a few years? He turned out to be a foreigner, could it be because of plastic surgery?

Now when they went downstairs, they saw the white bodyguard named Ah Zhong standing beside Xiang Rong with a blank expression on his face. When the magazine appeared in his hand, he was stunned and almost fell down the steps), Xiang Shaochen greeted him politely with milk in his arms, and Xiang Rong responded without raising his head, indicating that he knew.

Ye Xiaolou was obviously not in the mood, Xiang Shaochen bumped him with his arm, and whispered: "Call someone!"

Ye Xiaolou raised his head in a daze, Xiang Shaochen guessed that he didn't even know that Xiang Rong was sitting on the sofa, and then Ye Xiaolou tilted his head (in fact, Xiang Shaochen later guessed that he had slept too much and his brain was twitching. ), and then opened his mouth the same way as when milk barks at people: "...meow?"

Milk raised his head in Xiang Shaochen's arms, and said innocently, "Meow?"

Xiang Shaochen's lips twitched non-stop, and he pushed Milk's little head back again. The servants who passed by and saw all stopped, and looked towards this side quietly (with strange eyes), and then Xiang Shaochen saw His uncle slowly raised his head, and slowly shifted his gaze from the newspaper to Ye Xiaolou's face.

His long and narrow eyes are deep and deep, and no emotion can be seen.

"Uncle... Uncle!" Ye Xiaolou suddenly came back to his senses, collected himself, and said with a stiff smile, "Good morning Uncle, you woke up really early."

Xiang Shaochen really wanted to remind him that it was already past noon, and strictly speaking it was a bit late for noon, but seeing Ye Xiaolou pretending to be calm, he decided not to hit him.

Xiang Rong turned his eyes back to the newspaper, Ye Xiaolou and Xiang Shaochen both breathed a sigh of relief, but after a while, they heard Mr. Xiang's cold voice say: "Ah Zhong."

Mr. Ah Zhong, the white bodyguard, stepped forward immediately, "Yes, sir."

"Go get a pack of the biscuits you bought last time."

Then he paused, and said in a tone without ups and downs: "By the way, take one of the things you picked together."

Xiang Shaochen and Ye Xiaolou were both at a loss, feeling that it had nothing to do with him, but what happened next made Xiang Shaochen recall countless times one after another, every time he wanted to slap the table and laugh wildly, according to his description it was : At that time, my younger brother’s expression was like seeing my father dancing in the yard wearing beach shorts. I stood by and wanted to cover his face and carry him back. Oh, of course my father would not do such a thing, I just describe...

In retrospect, maybe it's because Ye Xiaolou doesn't seem to be used to having an extra person in the family, and this person is still his uncle in name.

After the bodyguard named Ah Zhong obeyed the order and went out for a minute, he respectfully held two things to Xiang Rong, and then Xiang Rong didn't even look at it, and said, "Give it to Mr. Lou as his reward just now." .”

It took Ye Xiaolou a minute to see clearly what the tall white bodyguard gave him.

Xiang Shaochen took a curious look at a pack of small biscuits and furry toys of foreign brands, thinking that this is not a brand of imported cat food (Xiang Rou used to feed this to cats when he was raising cats), and there were funny cats beside him. Kitty gadgets?How could you give my brother such...things...

Xiang Shaochen: "..."

"Thank you, Uncle." Ye Xiaolou said blankly, "I will pass it on to Milk for you."

The white bodyguard didn't know whether he was too loyal to Xiang Rong or too rigid, so he said dumbly, "This is a reward for you, young master."

Ye Xiaolou's face at that time can be said to be quite wonderful.

Then after he numbly walked away holding his 'reward', Xiang Shaochen turned his head stiffly, and suddenly he stopped turning his head suddenly.

...Wait, what did he just see?

His uncle, this man in Xiang's family is even more indifferent than Xiang Yan, the underworld godfather, the smile that flashes across his face is like the aurora flashing across the cold night, which disappears before you have time to appreciate it. It disappeared without a trace, and even in retrospect, it was just a beautiful illusion.

Almost instantly, a picture appeared in Xiang Shaochen's mind.

It was when he was about six or seven years old, his aunt Xiang Rou was sitting on the sofa holding a beloved purebred Persian aristocratic cat she had raised, with her long beautiful wavy hair before it was cut short. , and Xiang Rong was standing behind the sofa, holding a thick French book in his hand, his cold inorganic eyes were half-downcast, and there seemed to be an imperceptible smile on his face.

Xiang Shaochen felt that he had read it wrong, or remembered it wrong at all, but it was undeniable that he knew it.

——His aunt, Xiang Rou, may have liked her eldest brother more than her second brother Xiang Yan, whom she had been silently supporting since then, although she never got close to him after that.

But what happened?Xiang Shaochen is sure that he is not very clear about what happened back then, but everyone in this family regards it as an unspeakable secret that has been sealed in time, and it will continue like this, even if it is him Xiang Yan's only son is hard to figure out.

Ye Xiaolou shut himself in the room by himself, sobbing with his mobile phone, "Daddy...I shamed you today, but I really didn't mean it...you have to trust me..."

"What's the matter, baby." Xiang Yan asked very patiently (and very gently): "Someone came from the family, did you say anything in front of them?"

"……no."

"Did you accidentally spill the soup while eating? Did you drop an antique at home?"

"...Neither."

Ye Xiaolou did all these things before, even if he did it again, it wouldn't make him sad like this, would it?

"That's nothing to worry about." Xiang Yan said: "You can do whatever you want at home. If you break something and lose something, just ask the housekeeper to make it up. Dad will be there for everything. Don't be afraid, good boy."

Ye Xiaolou sobbed even more sadly.