Wear it in the past

He Yige was sitting in Lin Yue's car, the cool air in the car made him feel very comfortable after just exercising.

Lin Yue leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the relaxed He Yige.

"Someone was following you just now."

"I know." He Yige frowned unconsciously when he thought of He Dalong.

Lin Yue looked at him, waiting for the next sentence.

He Yige didn't look sideways, looked out of the car, and said, "It's me... my father"

Regarding He Yige's indifferent answer, Lin Yue just raised his hand and pretended to rub his forehead, and smiled silently with lowered eyes: "Oh~, the father who sold you?"

If someone else listened to these words, they might feel like stepping on a sore foot, giving rise to some emotions such as sadness and anger. After all, how can ordinary people bear the fact that their biological father sold their son? Just a word.

He Yige nodded, didn't speak, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Seeing He Yige's indifferent expression, Lin Yue seemed a little happy, and said slowly: "Since your father sold you to that person, and that person gave you to me..." He paused and then said: " Then, you are mine."

He Yige turned to look at him, his eyes were still calm and calm.

Lin Yue looked at him and himself, and suddenly a sinister smile appeared on his gentle expression: "Since you belong to me, you should follow me. What's the matter with asking me to find you like this? Are you right?"

After hearing what he said, He Yige looked as if he was thinking about these words very seriously, and after a long time, he nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Looking at He Yige's pensive expression, he actually heard the other party's straightforward answer, which can be said to be stupid. Lin Yue, whose true emotions have never been on the surface, couldn't hold back this time. He laughed out loud, and his handsome eyebrows followed. raised slightly.

Sure enough, he is a very convincing child.

"It's very late today, so I won't go to your place anymore. Tomorrow, I will ask Qingsong to send someone to accompany you to pick up things from your place." Lin Yue gave the order in a few words.

Don't look at He Yige's answer so light and meaningless, in fact, he also thought very seriously, but why did he agree with Lin Yue's words?

That's because, in his cognition, biological parents have the right to sell their children. Since he was sold and then given to this person, then he should be a slave. Friendly and not annoying.

In the future, if he earns money, he will redeem his contract of prostitution. I'm afraid he won't even be able to work as a training partner in the future.

"Wait" He Yige listened for a long time, and saw that he said everything, but he didn't say anything about it.

Lin Yue showed a meaningful expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Yige scratched the wrinkles on the upholstered chair with a little hesitation, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Do you care about food and housing?"

Sitting in the co-pilot, Qingsong, who has never had a sense of presence, lowered her head, covered her lips and coughed lightly when she heard the words.

After Lin Yue glanced at Qingsong who was pretending to cough, he pinched his forehead helplessly, wondering what was wrong.

Lin Yue nodded and said, "Yes."

Seeing He Yige's smile, no matter how Lin Yue looked at that smile, he felt that it was a kind of infinite satisfaction for the quality of life.

Lin Yue leaned on the back of the chair with folded arms and looked at the young man's fair neck, slowly falling into thought.

Uh, the reason why I think about everything so complicated must be because I have been in contact with those old guys for too long.

Well, it must be so.

After thinking of a good reason, Lin Yue touched his chin in satisfaction.

He Yige didn't care about Lin Yue's gaze, and after getting the affirmative answer from the other party, he felt at ease.

Originally, Qingsong thought that the boy would be placed in the residence of the clubhouse, but unexpectedly...

Unexpectedly, Lin Yue led people directly to the main house.

"Aren't you going to take a shower?"

"Where's the stove? I'll boil water for you, and you can wash it." Standing aside, doing his duty, he looked like a typical loyal servant.

It's a good thing he didn't cry out, master.

Otherwise, Lin Yue must have thought that he had just brought this person back from the mental hospital.

Lin Yue stopped unbuttoning.

Funny: "Are you kidding me?"

Seeing the other party's reaction, He Yige thought, maybe he said something wrong.

Lin Yue thought about the poverty of He Yige's family and followed his words. Maybe this young man didn't know that there was such a thing as a water heater?Thinking of the father who lost his conscience, he couldn't help but click tut.

How could that kind of person have such an interesting, enigmatic son?Shouldn't it be stolen?

Lin Yue didn't think about it anymore, and had time to explore in the future.

"Go and wash first, the door opens to the bathroom." Lin Yue pointed to the door in the bedroom.

He Yige looked along his fingers.

Lin Yue was unmoved when he saw the young man, so he didn't know how to use it?

He stepped up to the bathroom, opened the door, and pointed out one by one: "The one on the left is hot water, and the one on the right is cold water. You can soak it after mixing it."

Lin Yue took care of He Yige's "self-esteem", and his tone sounded extraordinarily upright.

The bright and clean bathroom looked more than twice the size of He Dalong's rented house. He Yige saw the big vat inside, which looked very much like the cauldron he used to help cook in the kitchen.

Oh, this is a vat bigger than a cauldron.

When He Yige came back to his senses, Lin Yue had already turned on the water flow for him, and it was done.

"Let's wash it." With He Yige's appearance, Lin Yue gradually developed the habit of pinching his forehead, with one hand on his hip, walked out helplessly, and closed the door behind him.

Standing outside, Lin Yue thought to himself, is it possible to actually go out...then walked to the master bedroom.

He Yige sat on the bathtub, carefully poked the water tank which looked like a white porcelain bowl, it was hard and slippery to the touch, smooth to the touch.

That's great, my brother will love to take a bath with something so clean and beautiful.

While thinking about it, he stripped himself naked, slipped in like a fish, and leaned comfortably on the bathtub with steam, completely submerged in the clear water, only his head sticking out.

After He Yige finished washing, he saw silk pajamas on the bed in the bedroom, the lights were bright, the windows were wide open, the curtains swayed in the night wind, the fragrance of green grass came with the wind, and Lin Yue was no longer there.

He Yige changed into pajamas, lay down on the soft bed, and closed his eyes.

Go to bed early and get up early, I have to go to school tomorrow.

Eyes closed, suddenly opened again.

Uh, I forgot to tell him that I have to go to school, I must.

"Brother didn't have the money to send you to a private school at the beginning. Now that you have it, you are grown up. If we vote for a good family next time, I will definitely ask you to go to the best private school and ask the best teacher to teach you. Literati, who can read and write, and then tell me stories every day, what do you think? Huh?" The man in red leaned on the imperial concubine's bed and said, looking at the young man beside him: "Do you want to learn?" Laughing He hugged the boy's shoulder meaningfully and asked.

"think"

"Really good." The man stroked the boy's hair, sighed in a low voice after a long time, and brushed off the back of the boy's clenched fist: "Yige, don't look at me like that, I'm just a skin, I don't feel sorry for you, what do you feel bad about?" ?

The young man lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I will go to Caiyuan Building tomorrow to learn storytelling, and then I will tell you about it."

"Hahaha..., you little idiot!"

"Hey, this time I picked up a ready-made gentleman for you. It's just right, let him stay here to recuperate and be a master of civil and martial arts for you. What do you think?"

"it is good"

"Huh? Is this blood going to drain?"

In my memory, the speaker likes to wear red clothes. It seems that red can make the pale face look like rouge, and the clean face is not like the other men in the building. There is a twisted femininity, and his brows have an indescribable clarity. When he smiles, he reveals the slightest charm, soul-stirring, and a natural evildoer. Compared with the boy in coarse gray clothes beside him, he is stunned. Compared with the young man, he looked even more dull and stiff, and the tall and straight vigor like a green bamboo stood beside the man, and then faded away without a trace, and he looked forever disgraced.