Rarely affectionate

For a moment Yuan Cheng looked like a silent stone statue carved out of black rock, then he lowered his head and calmly asked Lang Bai: "What do you want to know? I don't know this woman better than you know her a deeper understanding."

He just called his biological mother "this woman" in front of his younger son, without any milder terms.

"I want to ask... My mother should have left some things behind, such as the apartment, and there must be some souvenirs... or something."

When Lang Bai said this, his voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end he was not quite sure.After all, he was too young at the time, so Yuan Cheng could have answered him that the house was rented, and all the things ended up being lost outside. As for his mother's previous clothes and accessories, who could find them after so long?

Yuan Cheng was silent for a moment before he said: "——Why did you suddenly remember to ask this today?"

"I suddenly wanted to take another look. Other people's children...all have mothers. I should too."

"It's not enough for you to have a father."

"...that's different."

The atmosphere in Lang Bai's well-lit and warmly furnished bedroom has completely changed. A minute ago, Yuan Cheng could feel that his youngest son's mood was so good for the first time in this period of time. The good atmosphere in the room disappeared completely immediately.It was the first time Yuan Cheng realized that there was a woman between them, and he had never taken this issue seriously before.

If this was Yuan Xiao, he would have turned around and fled immediately under his father's cold gaze.

"Father..." Lang Bai called softly.

"...I don't know much. The apartment you lived in before you were six years old didn't belong to your mother. It was sold later, but it's still there. Your mother's things are just some clothes. A few years ago, I It's ruined by people, because I don't want people to know that you were born by her. People she used to date—" Yuan Cheng paused, Lang Bai was 15 years old after all, and he knew that his biological mother used to date people Who, "Those people have their own identities and families. No one has troubled them afterwards. Of course, they can't go to mourn your mother."

Lang Bai stood there silently.

"What else do you want to ask?"

"……there is none left."

Yuan Cheng looked at him fixedly, and said, "You are my son, there is no need to think about other people."

Lang Bai blurted out: "I'm not your son!" He realized what he was talking about in a split second, and Yuan Cheng's face quickly darkened: "What did you say?"

"They all know that I am your adopted son!"

Yuan Cheng suddenly reached out and squeezed Lang Bai's chin. His two fingers were so strong that Lang Bai could even hear a muffled cracking sound from his own bones. His jaw bones were crushed alive.

Lang Bai was forced to look directly into his father's eyes, and Yuan Cheng's eyes frightened him for a moment, but Yuan Cheng just looked at him like this without saying a word.After about a minute or more, Yuan Cheng let go of his hand suddenly, and Lang Bai fell to the carpet in some embarrassment, and then tightly covered his painful chin with one hand.

"You're right." Yuan Cheng stared at him condescendingly, his tone was very flat, as if his rage just now was just an illusion, "You are indeed my adopted son."

Lang Bai raised his head, but Yuan Cheng had already walked away.

The NO.13 garden apartment in the lakeside community is in Happy Valley. If it is to be sold, an apartment with such conditions can indeed be sold at a very expensive price.The moment Lang Bai opened the door, he realized that with his mother's identity and property, he should not be able to buy this apartment.

He lived here for the first six years of his life, knowing that today he can still clearly recall the living room furnishings. At that time, in his eyes, the dining table and chairs were so big, and the windows were so high, but he came back here today. , everything was smaller than remembered.That's because he himself has grown up.

Lang Bai stood in the middle of the living room, staring out the window for a long time.He still remembers being hugged by his mother once, looking through the glass window at the pond full of lotus flowers not far away; nine years later, when he looked out of this window again, he no longer needed anyone to hug him.He only needs to turn his head slightly, and he can see the golden light of the pond shining in the sun.

Lang Bai closed his eyes for a moment, then turned around, facing the woman on the sofa.Two bodyguards were pressing her left and right, and aimed their guns at her head.

The woman's well-maintained face is obviously old. The high cheekbones and small, thin, bloodless lips make her face quite mean. Her hair is thin and most of it is tied behind her head. Struggling, so some of them are scattered on the shoulders, and the scattered hair has obvious silver threads.

"Who the hell are you guys!" the woman screamed, "I tell you, my husband is the number one in the police station..."

"Mrs. Hou, my name is Lang." Lang Bai said quietly, "I've lived here before."

That Mrs. Hou's scolding suddenly stopped, she looked at Lang's white face suspiciously, and after a few seconds, she let out a laugh mixed with disgust, anger and sarcasm: "Oh—it's you! You are that Lang A woman's child, isn't it? The one who had an affair with my husband..."

This time there was no need for Lang Bai's order, the bodyguard desperately hit her head with a gun several times, almost knocking her off the sofa.Mrs. Hou scolded sharply. If she could move, she would have poked her fingernails on the tip of Lang Bai's nose, "Your mother, you vixen! You tricked my husband into losing his head and let her live in this house! She is entitled to live in such a good place." I don’t even look at who she is, that kind of dirty and lowly woman dares to dirty the carpet of my house! Hmph, I don’t know how many men have fooled around in this house. After she died, I I changed everything in the house…”

Lang Bai came over suddenly, his steps were so fast and unsteady that the bodyguards didn't even have time to stop her.Before Mrs. Hou could feel the danger, she saw Lang Bai raised his hand, slapped her face loudly, and forced her face to the side.

"You, you dare to hit me!" The woman screamed angrily, "The whore's son dared to hit me! The vixen who seduced my husband, the vile bastard..."

"Next week I will come to buy this house with you, Mrs. Hou." Lang Bai said politely and coldly, his tone made it impossible to imagine that he just slapped this woman severely, " In addition, I am very grateful for my mother's education in etiquette, otherwise you would have died just now."

The woman opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Lang Bai suddenly pulled out the Browning from Song Qiang's pocket beside him, and shot into the sky with a click.The empty gun with the silencer attached did not make an earth-shattering noise, but it managed to make Mrs. Hou turn pale.

Lang Bai slowly lowered the arm holding the gun, aiming the muzzle flat at her face.Mrs. Hou opened her mouth wide, sweat seeping from her face at a speed visible to the naked eye, but after only a few seconds, Lang Bai gave a tired smile, then turned and left, throwing Browning to Song Qiang .

"Don't let go." Lang Bai called out without looking back when he stepped out of the gate.

A young man who had been standing by the door from the beginning to the end gave a hum. He was very tall, with short hair and a healthy black skin after sun bathing. He looked very energetic, but his facial features were too serious and hard .

"Remind me next week to hand over the money to buy this apartment to Mrs. Hou."

"Oh, good." Mo Fang agreed cleanly, and followed Lang Bai out of the door.

While putting away his gun, Song Qiang looked up at the backs of the two of them, with subtle disapproval in his gaze.

(2)

On the way back in the car, Lang Bai kept his face sullen and kept silent.Song Qiang sat opposite him, but he hardly dared to look into the eyes of the famous and beautiful young master of the Yuan family.Mo Fang handed him a bottle of water, and he stared at the water bottle stiffly for a long time, Mo Fang's hand remained motionless; finally Lang Bai shook his body, and then reached out to grab the water bottle.

Mo Fang immediately withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat - his seat was next to Lang Bai's.

Friends are not like friends, and subordinates are not like subordinates. Song Qiang feels crazy about the way these two get along.

A week ago, under Lang Bai's order, the bodyguard brought Mo Fang to him from the fish shop where he worked. At that time, Mo Fang was wearing a thick second-hand jacket, and his face was blue from the temperature of four degrees above zero in the wind room. The whole body is full of disgusting fishy smell.Mo Fang had a quarrel with his family, and the record of being expelled left a stain on his file. More importantly, with two bachelor's degrees and a year and a half of master's student experience, he couldn't find a suitable one. Work.No company is willing to have someone who has deeply offended the Yuan family.

Song Qiang deeply suspected that Lang Bai just wanted to teach Mo Fang a lesson, but he was completely wrong.Lang Bai stared at Mo Fang, and his voice was so calm that it was almost indifferent: "You see, Mo Fang. The cruel evolutionary rules of this society will not be defeated by your stupid justice and blood. I don't even need to say a word, it will naturally Someone voluntarily stepped on you to death for me. It is the instinct of human beings to follow the red top and the white and follow the trend, just like they dare not hire you who offended me, and they called me the son of a whore in order to please Yuan Xiao. Society imposes this cruel and fair rule on human beings. Now tell me, are you willing to make yourself stronger and get rid of the shackles of this set of rules? In other words, are you willing to work for I worked?"

"……why?"

"We are all the 'minority' discriminated against by the 'majority'," Lang Bai said with a sneer on his face, "a poor boy who offended the rich and powerful, and an illegitimate child despised by moralists .right?"

Mo Fang clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands popped up in an instant, "...Okay! I promise you!"

Lang Bai stared at him for a long time, and finally said meaningfully: "I hope you treat me as a friend."

Song Qiang thought about this young man's words for a long time later, because it was really hard for him to understand why he wanted to recruit Mo Fang, a poor boy who had nothing but two bachelor's degrees.Later, he thought that maybe Lang Bai was a little lonely. When he saw Mo Fang, this young man who would not hesitate to beat up the powerful for the sake of his friends gave him a beautiful longing and longing for friendship.

In Lang Bai's 15 years of life, he never had a friend.He wants to be a friend who can be protected by people like Mo Fang.

Song Qiang even guessed that Lang Bai's envy of Mo Fang's friendship might hurt him more than the punch that caused a slight concussion.

This kind of envy may... once made Lang Bai sad to death.

Any boy at the age of 15 has had the experience of saying harsh words to someone, most of which were just words.Lang Bai's ruthless words were to buy the apartment in the prime location, but in fact, the property he could use could only buy half of the property rights.

Langbai's property comes from his family member's account as the young son of the Yuan family, some stocks he invested in before, and the red envelopes that Yuan Cheng bestowed on him during the festivals, mostly consisting of a small amount of equity and precious jewelry, calligraphy and paintings.Among these properties, he can use freely and does not greet his father with only a small part. For some reason, Yuan Cheng has been monitoring the financial situation of his youngest son. He always does not want his youngest son to be too rich.

That night Yuan Cheng went home to have dinner with Lang Bai as usual, Lang Bai seemed to be hesitating what to say, hesitant to say a few times: "Dad..."

Yuan Cheng cut the steak casually, "Did you kill someone?"

"no!"

"Smuggled arms by ship?"

"no!"

"Going to the casino to gamble and lose our old house?"

"No, no!"

"Then what do you want, just say it."

Lang Bai took a breath, stood up, walked to Yuan Cheng's side, looked down at his father, "I cashed a check in your name."

"It's money." Yuan Cheng obviously enjoyed the younger son's gaze, "How much did you mention?"

"...750."

Yuan Cheng's face looked normal, "Then, what do you want more than 700 million for?"

"I want to buy the house I used to live in." Lang Bai said in a low voice, "It's the one I lived in with my mother when I was young, the one in Happy Valley. I don't have enough money of my own."

Yuan Cheng laughed, and patted the back of his youngest son's white hand, "Silly boy, what belongs to father is yours. As long as you are really happy, it doesn't matter if you buy it half a block away."

Lang Bai suddenly looked into his father's eyes, and smiled briefly at Yuan Cheng for a while.This was the first time he smiled at his father during this time, Yuan Cheng stretched out his hand and patted his face: "When will the money be paid?"

"the day after tomorrow."

"I'll go with you, you're not old enough to sign the papers."

Lang Bai hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

So Yuan Cheng canceled all the meetings that day, got up early in the morning, and leisurely went to buy a house with his son.Lang Bai cherished his memories before he was six years old, and he was a little reluctant to let his father set foot in that apartment, but Yuan Cheng dispelled his doubts with a few words: "Abai, Dad wants to know about your life together before, Dad wants to Don't you like being involved with you and your mother?"

...Of course you like it, Yuan Cheng thought.

But I don't like it at all.

He looked at Lang Bai's happy side face with a smile, and felt that he was really a despicable adult.Wearing a mask of a loving father every day, speaking in a loving voice that he finds disgusting, his former mistress of a movie star did not know how to act.

Every moment he felt that he could no longer bear the false mask, and sometimes he could even hear the irrational voice in his mind, tempting him over and over again to grab his defenseless little son and press him down hard. Invasion without hesitation.

Sometimes Yuan Cheng even felt that just thinking about it in this way was enough to make him hard.

Mrs. Hou brought a few of her husband's men here today to strengthen her courage.With those plain clothes with police guns, she felt much better in front of Lang Bai.

Yuan Cheng didn't introduce himself to anyone. He sat leisurely on the sofa, with one arm around his youngest son's shoulder, and the other hand flipping through the thick folder that Zhou Zhengrong handed over.Although he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, everyone could feel the man's powerful aura, and the plainclothes couldn't help staring at him several times.

Lang Bai winked at his subordinates, and immediately someone took three suitcases containing money and put them on the coffee table in front of Mrs. Hou.

It was Mrs. Hou who asked for cash, but when the cash was put in front of her, she didn't believe it. She opened the box and rummaged through it several times, and kept pulling out banknotes to look at them over and over again, muttering: "Impossible...impossible ...Where did you get so much money! How could you afford my house! Did your mother leave you money? Impossible! Her money was given by those dirty men, all disgusting prostitution -"

"Come here." Yuan Cheng called out suddenly.

Zhou Zhengrong waved his hand immediately, at least a dozen personal bodyguards cornered Mrs. Hou and her husband's subordinates at the same time.

"How dare you do this to me! My husband is a police inspector! My father used to be the head of the department!" Mrs. Hou clutched a suitcase containing cash tightly, her face flushed, "You don't even ask about the identity of my family. The child of a bitch is still a bitch, and his vixen's mother gave birth to a vixen, is this money really yours? Or that man's? You are also a rich man's lover like your mother, right? Or at the same time? How many people have come near?..."

She couldn't continue because Lang Bai stood up suddenly.But before the young master could do it himself, Zhou Zhengrong quickly removed her chin.

The woman's curses and screams resounded through the living room, and Zhou Zhengrong bowed his body in cold sweat: "I'm sorry Mr. Yuan, please calm down, young master, please calm down."

Yuan Cheng didn't seem to be unhappy at all. He didn't even express any displeasure when he heard Mrs. Hou slander his youngest son as his lover.Lang Bai didn't know whether it was agitation or anger, even his hands were trembling slightly, Yuan Cheng grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms, and hugged him semi-forcedly: "We'll leave after signing the documents, right now One apartment is yours, sweet boy, be happy."

Lang Bai suddenly got up and left the room without saying a word.

"...What a spoiled temper." Yuan Cheng shook his head with a smile, and picked up the transfer of property rights documents in a leisurely manner.

Zhou Zhengrong immediately handed the opened pen to him: "Mr. Yuan, what should Mrs. Hou do with it?"

"Oh, her." Yuan Cheng signed his name on the last page of the document, "Call her husband and tell him to take care of his wife and don't let her go out. I suspect our young master wants to her life."

Zhou Zhengrong looked at Yuan Cheng's nonchalant expression, and then broke out in cold sweat: "...Yes, yes, I, I will do it right away."