Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Yan's mansion is located on Xiangfenli Road in the outskirts of the Western District. It consists of two scattered English-style buildings.The courtyard is deep and vast, and slowly spreads up according to the mountain.The gray and white stone walls that have been eroded by the years are covered with lush green vines.

The small old taste permeated in this tranquility shows that the prosperity and affluence enjoyed by the owner here is by no means achieved overnight, but comes from the inheritance and accumulation of several generations.

The bedrooms of Yan's father and son are all on the third floor of the main building.Yan Yaoqin, Yuxing and Yusi lived on the east side, followed by three huge study rooms and a living room, and Zhuo Yang's room was located on the westernmost side of the corridor.

That eerie, empty room was originally a new house for Yan Yaoqin.Even the hand-carved dragon and phoenix bed made of big-leaf red sandalwood in the room was custom-made by Mrs. Yan for his son's wedding.The bed was too big, and it was impossible to lift it in after knocking on the wall board, and then tried to move it out.

Going back more than ten years, Zhuo Yun once lived there briefly for three months as the future young mistress, and has been idle since then.Although Kang Yurou was the only woman Yan Yaoqin had ever recognized in his life, because of his humble background, he could not get the approval of the old man, and he did not earn the title of Mrs. Yan until his death.No matter how gentle and submissive she was, she was afraid of the breath left by another woman, so she never walked into that gloomy room.

Zhuo Yang recognized this son in a hurry, and he didn't have time to clean up a decent bedroom, so it was perfect for him to live in the house his mother used to live in.

It's just that when the head housekeeper Ling Caiyi led Zhuo Yang in, his heart skipped a beat. This unattractive-looking young man, once he entered Yan's house, lived in a bridal room and slept on a dragon and phoenix bed, as if he wanted to replace him. My mother regained the half of her life that she accidentally lost back then.

The second year Zhuo Yang came to the Yan family was an eventful year.

When the government changed, several forces were fighting openly and secretly, and the situation was turbulent and unpredictable.The faction supported by the Yan family was defeated in the general election. The opponent attacked dissidents and made a big fuss by clinging to Yan's black history, which caused several current investment projects to suffer setbacks one after another.At the same time, some people in the family took advantage of the opportunity to stir up trouble and loot, intending to uproot Yan Yaoqin, the head of the family, and replace him.

To fight against the outside world, we must first settle down inside.In order to shake the mountain and shake the tiger, and to imitate others, Yan Yaoqin set out to deal with a group of sycophants and thieves who harbored evil intentions, but because of this, he also offended several family members far and near, until they turned against each other.What's more, there are rumors in the world that someone secretly threw a lot of money to buy his life.

Yan Yaoqin, who was on the cusp of the storm, didn't put himself on guard because of this, and still walked in and out calmly, walking, sitting and lying down.

If you want the enemy to show the knife, you have to take the initiative to expose the weakest link, so that when the attack is approaching, you can use a move of "bring the horse back to the trough", grab the hand holding the knife, and then follow the vine to find out The person behind it.

Yan Yuxing took Yan Yusi to hide in Hawaii early under the guise of recuperation.As for Zhuo Yang, Yan Yaoqin originally wanted to send him back to Zhuo's house, but he was afraid that the three children would not be by his side, which would inevitably scare the snake away.After thinking about it, he made up his mind, since the original purpose of bringing him into the house was to act as an "archery target", he might as well let the villain do it to the end.

A son who has no affection at all is not as important as the career he has devoted half his life to.What's more, at this point, success or failure, honor or disgrace is no longer the responsibility of one person, but also involves many life and death brothers who have devoted themselves to assisting him in conquering the world.

It was an ordinary weekend, and Yan Yaoqin took his second son to Jiyu Island, a [-]-hour speedboat ride east of Lidao, for a two-day, one-night short holiday.Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, blow the sea breeze, go fishing, and have a good time.The schedule is strictly confidential, so it is light and light, with only a few people accompanying it.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the setting sun slanted across the colorful courtyard, the air was fresh and humid, and there was a faint smell of seaweed floating in it.

The uninvited guest who had been waiting for a long time finally came to the door. Yan Yaoqin ordered that no one should act rashly, and wait for the other party to enter the encirclement, then close the door and beat the dog, and try to leave a living.

The purpose of doing this is, firstly, to track down the mastermind behind the scenes; secondly, to lie about being attacked and injured, thank guests behind closed doors, and keep a low profile; thirdly, to observe the reactions of all parties and identify friends and foes.

Outside the courtyard is a stretch of tens of kilometers of pure sandy beaches, and the rocky cliffs are dotted with silver light.Inside the courtyard are clumps of verdant tropical plants with luxuriant branches and leaves layered on top of each other, among which there are many guards that the Yan family has already arranged.

Yan Yaoqin stood in the shadow of the curtain, looking through the double bulletproof glass to the murderous backyard.The seemingly peaceful and peaceful picture, but people suddenly startled.

Zhuo Yang, who was planning to go fishing on the seaside reef, sat on the white wooden swing frame at some point, bowing his head and neck and concentrating on reading.

The autumn wind was cool, and he wore a beige cardigan sweater over a white T-shirt, with a loose collar hanging over his shoulders, wrapping him in softness and warmth.The books are on the knees, and the ears are covered with a pair of thick and huge headsets, without any awareness of the approaching danger.

In an emergency, Yan Yaoqin had the urge to remind his son to be careful, so he moved two inches away and stopped again.Judging from experience, in such a situation, as long as Zhuo Yang made a move, he would immediately become the target of being attacked and killed.Besides...leaving him there can better lure the enemy into deep...

Ten meters away, just separated by a small bush, the killers were sneaking in, their guns shining with black metallic luster.

Finally, the fire from the barrel pierced the tranquility of the afternoon, the encirclement was closed, and ambushes were everywhere...

During the fierce battle, a fish that slipped through the net sneaked towards the swing frame, intending to hijack the second young master of the Yan family in order to save his life.He bent down, and with the cover of the thick branches and leaves, he quickly ran towards the faint figure.Because the bullets were exhausted, he pulled out a shiny dagger during the rush. The blade reflected a frighteningly cold light in the sun. It was sharp and piercing. It passed Yan Yaoqin who was hiding behind the bulletproof window, causing his heart to contract violently. The illusion of cutting and burning with the blade soaked in murderous intent.

Fortunately, soon a bullet shot obliquely from the dark, cutting off half of the neck, and blood spurted out from the cut, staining the grass on one side red.The body of the knife-wielding man twitched wildly for a while, and fell to the ground.

Yan Yaoqin followed the bullet trails, and the personal bodyguard Zhang Chongjiu disappeared into the shade of a tree.

From the beginning to the end, Zhuo Yang was in his own peaceful world. The headset was tight enough to block out all external sounds, so that he had no chance to witness the brutal and cruel scene behind him.

Suddenly, as if in a heartbeat, the young man raised his head without warning, met Yan Yaoqin's non-stop gaze, stared over, hesitated for a moment, then smiled lightly, the smile was bright and white, silent, just like the sunshine in the autumn afternoon .

People's emotions are full of mystery - like, dislike, often just a momentary mood change.Maybe a look, maybe an action, maybe a word, inexplicably, it is imprinted in the depths of the memory like this, it can't be wiped clean, it can't be washed off, it can't be cut off, it will last forever.

At that moment, the two groups of men and horses fought desperately. In one place of the fight, the sound of wailing, impact, and the muffled sound of bullets piercing through the body could be heard endlessly. Fog sprayed everywhere, covering the sky...

At that moment, Zhuo Yang was leaning against the light golden sky at dusk, sitting firmly in the cruel background intertwined with stray bullets and blood.The sea breeze rolled up the broken hair in front of his forehead, the hair fluttered, and the floating light flowed. Looking at it from a distance, his eyes were deep and clear, like a pool of water, hidden in the depths of the dense forest, the mist curled up to the bottom, and the tentacles were shiny and moist. Bitter cold...

At that moment, Yan Yaoqin couldn't help but drown in Zhuo Yang's calm pool.He has seen thousands of smiles, pure, charming, simple, and elegant... but never a single smile, as thrilling as this, yet calm and serene, mixed with the fresh fragrance of wormwood after the rain , making people feel slightly drunk, like a spring breeze, suddenly here and where, tonight and what night...

Everyone in the Yan family was very skilled. In just over ten minutes, the intruders were controlled one by one and captured alive.

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, Yan Yaoqin walked out of the heavily guarded room, waved away the bodyguards who surrounded him closely, and walked towards Zhuo Yang alone.

The shadow opened the way for the master, and jumped into the young man's eyes first, covering the densely packed writing on the book.Zhuo Yang raised his head, saw that it was his father, and tried to take off the headset with a smile on his face.Unexpectedly, Yan Yaoqin squatted down, gently stopped his movements, and instead straightened the headset and tightened it tightly.With one hand across his son's shoulders, he took off a small dead leaf hanging on it, hugged him tightly, and walked towards the villa.

Sending Zhuo Yang back to the room all the way, through the door, Yan Yaoqin didn't leave immediately, pondered for a moment, and spoke the three words "I'm sorry" with difficulty, the voice was so soft that it was barely audible.Zhuo Yang didn't know why, so he blinked his eyes full of doubts.Yan Yaoqin shook his head reassuringly, turned and left.The wool carpet is solid and thick, and the journey is silent.

Some things, never know, but happier.

When the door was locked, the smile on Zhuo Yang's face faded instantly, his body limply leaned against the wall, and he slid down as if his muscles had been pulled, and he fell to the ground.He buried his head deeply between his knees, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath. After a long, long time, he raised his head again, pulled off the headset as if relieved from a heavy burden, and wound up the wire inch by inch. The plug at the end was hanging, not connected to any On the electronic equipment, swinging around in mid-air, helpless.

It's not that he didn't want to hide. When he sensed the danger, he had already missed the best time to escape.It is very likely that a small move will lead to a fatal disaster.At that moment, sweat drenched his back, like bugs covered with countless tentacles, crawling across the surface of the skin.

Worse than fear is the pain of being abandoned.

When you are within the killer's range, but no one comes to rescue you, the effect of the bait is self-evident.

Zhuo Yang suddenly calmed down until he found Yan Yaoqin's gaze, his long-term gaze through the barrier, and the slight concern that existed in that gaze.With a sense of absolute resignation, he tried to take a gamble.

Fortunately, it succeeded, did not die, and did not suffer any damage.But my heart felt uncomfortable.

I just want love, I don't care how I use it, I don't care what price I pay, I just want...to get love...

After finishing the aftermath work that night, Yan Yaoqin did not return to the Xiangfenli Road Mansion with everyone, but lived alone in a high-rise apartment by the lake.He bought it here privately for his own use of avoiding troubles and concentrating on it. Not many people know about it, and he seldom disturbs it.

Lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, all kinds of things during the day passed before my eyes like a slide show.In the light of the sword and the shadow of blood, he smiled leisurely, killing people without seeing blood.

The flame of desire ignited ragingly, scorching the whole body dry, as if the viscera and lungs inside the skin had been ripped out, and the emptiness was unbearable.

In the night Zanwu sent a delicate boy to serve.Yan Yaoqin looked at the beautiful young man lying between his knees, his skin was fat and his lips were red, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his pair of phoenix eyes smiled cleverly from time to time. He was supposed to be full of lively temptations, but looking left and right was boring.After smoking for half a night, and chatting for less than three sentences, he was sent away.

Yan Yaoqin knew that this desire did not come from the guy in the lower body who was full of energy and had an occasional erection.It is in the deepest and loneliest place in my heart. Even if it itches, I can't scratch it. If I'm impetuous, I can't calm down. If it's burning, I can't extinguish it...

There, there is a thin string, which is lightly plucked, and the lingering sound lingers for a long time.

After living for nearly 40 years, I have read all the world and people, and tasted the love of men and women, but I was inexplicably touched by a simple and humble smile. It's really... so ridiculous...

When Zhuo Yang was 17 years old, Yan Yaoqin had a friend whose business failed and was eager to transfer real estate and stocks to cash out.In order to save the rivers and lakes, Yan Yaoqin paid for a gallery in his hand at No. [-] Toronto Road.

Yan Yaoqin has always felt guilty since the battle of offering sacrifices to Yudao.Considering that Zhuo Yang likes painting and has a certain appreciation ability, this gallery can be transferred to his name as a gift.Therefore, when the gallery was renamed, Yan Yaoqin took a part of Zhuo Yang's name after careful consideration, and named it "Ten Days".

I am busy with official duties, and the decoration and opening of the gallery are all handled by my sister-in-law Kang Yuzhu.Yan Yaoqin is ready to announce that his second son will be the new owner of "Ten Days" at the opening reception where guests gather.

The reception was scheduled for a certain Sunday afternoon, and Yan Yaoqin marked it down in the notebook with great care.However, the meeting that morning was complicated and lengthy, and it was endless.When he walked out of the meeting room, the celebration on Toronto Road had already begun.The secretary conveyed that the second young master had been waiting in his office for a long time, seeing that there was no time, he left a note and left in a hurry.

Later, Yan Yaoqin saw the sticky note his son had pasted on the desk, read it carefully, and smiled imperceptibly on his face.He knew Zhuo Yang, that kid would always see everything around him unknowingly.Judging from how much he attached importance to the opening reception, I am afraid that his plans for the gallery and the little thought he spent on naming the gallery have not escaped his eyes.

Yan Yaoqin himself did not realize that these so-called guilt, compensation, and love are no longer as simple as acting.

The smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't dissipated yet, and there was a sudden rush of footsteps at the door. After a burst of noise, it quickly returned to an uneasy silence.Accompanied by a hasty knock on the door, the assistant Zan Wu ran in panting: "Mr. Yan, something happened to the gallery..."