Rarely affectionate

Lang Bai didn't start to grow up until he was twelve or thirteen years old.Before that, he was like a delicate doll that would never grow up, with an innocent expression, a gentle smile, and eyes as clear as a pool of snow.

It has become a habit for Lang Bai to go to sleep on Yuan Cheng's bed at night, anyway, his image has always been soft, weak, young and innocent, no one thinks it's wrong.It's just that one night Yuan Cheng accidentally put his hand on the child, and suddenly felt that the hand felt wrong. In the past, a hand wrapped around the child's entire body, but now it no longer works. The child's skeletal stature faintly reveals the taste of a teenager.

In just one year, his clothes changed several times.Yuan Cheng was a little depressed. He liked to see his children wearing a branded home jacket with a hood, cotton shorts and white sneakers, with a standard formal look.But the largest size of the children's brand is NO.16, and Langbai can't fit it anymore.

Yuan Cheng felt uncomfortable.

What really annoyed him happened late one night.A fire broke out in a warehouse under Yuan's house. When his confidants rushed to his bedroom to report, he hurriedly turned on the light, and Lang Bai was leaning on his father's arms, snoring a little.

The subordinate glanced at it with an ambiguous expression, and couldn't help but sneak a few more glances until Yuan Cheng discovered something was wrong: "...What are you looking at?"

The subordinate quickly looked away: "No, it's nothing!"

Yuan Cheng followed his eyes and saw Lang Bai on his bed, and suddenly said angrily: "What are you thinking! This is my son!"

Yuan Cheng seemed to have suddenly realized that a grown child should not sleep in the same bed as his father, no matter if it is a boy or a girl.Especially this child is still born very well, so good that people can't help but have a charming reverie.

One night when there was a thunderstorm, Lang Bai tremblingly knocked on Yuan Cheng's door again, but Yuan Cheng refused to open the door this time.

Lang Bai called outside the door: "Dad, Dad!"

Yuan Cheng was upset when he heard it.He has a housemaid named Ziwen who has served him for several years. She is thoughtful, mature and kind, and has all the good qualities of a virtuous and virtuous person, and is highly valued.He made an internal call to Ziwen, saying that Young Master Bai was afraid at night and asked her to accompany him.

The meaning of "accompany" is very broad, and it is tacitly understood by everyone.

Lang Bai was already grown up, and Yuan Zou had much more experience than him at his age, and Yuan Cheng never asked his eldest son about this matter.The youngest son has been growing up by his side, and at this age, he is destined to be unable to keep him.

He only cares about whether the youngest son is safe and clean enough for the first time, whether the woman is good enough, and don't seduce the child to the bad.

Yuan Cheng was lying on the bed, and heard the door of the outer room open slightly, after a while Zi Wen's voice sounded softly: "Young Master Bai, don't be afraid, I'll take care of you, okay?"

There was silence.

Yuan Cheng turned over inside, a burst of hotness surged up in his heart, he felt that it might be difficult to fall asleep tonight.

Who knew that after a while, only Lang Bai's voice sounded, it was light and cold, full of noble and indifferent taste of the son of the family: "You belong to my father, get out!"

Yuan Cheng was stunned for a moment, only to hear Ziwen say something with an apologetic smile, then he opened the cabinet, dragged out a blanket and spread it on the carpet, fiddled with it for a while, but there was no sound.

Yuan Cheng got up abruptly, called the old butler, and said, "Go to Young Master Bai's bedroom and see what he is doing."

The old housekeeper went, and after a while he smiled on the phone and said, "Young Master Bai is sleeping on the bed, and Zi Wen is sleeping on the floor. They are not together. Sir, Young Master Bai is still young, how can he understand these things."

Yuan Chengxin said that he must understand, judging from his tone just now, he knows everything.But why did he keep wearing his clothes and didn't understand?Is it embarrassing for the child to be thin-skinned, or is he not greedy for such things at all?

Yuan Cheng thought about it over and over for a long time. At one moment, he worried about whether this child would cast shadows on women, and at another moment, he laughed at himself for caring too much about his youngest son. The child will grow up, maybe it's not the time yet.He didn't fall asleep until the eastern sky was dimly lit, and suddenly a terrible thought struck his mind like lightning in the half-dream and half-awake state.

— Am I thinking too much about this child?

Am I thinking about something... that I shouldn't be thinking about at all?

Yuan Cheng finally stayed up all night.

The next day, he got up early in the morning without doing anything. First, he called the teachers of his eldest son Yuan Zou, and solemnly explained to them: "My family, Mr. Bai, is getting older. I will call him Go to class with Yuan Xiao, and he will learn whatever Yuan Xiao learns. He is not in good health, so don’t use Yuan Xiao’s way to ask him, I don’t expect much from him. Just take good care of him.”

The tutors were very surprised.Everyone in the Yuan family knew that the young master was trained by Yuan Cheng himself, that he dressed, ate, painted and played the piano, all following Yuan Cheng's preferences, and he didn't even invite a tutor.

Yuan Cheng coughed and said, "I'm busy and don't have time."

No one believes this.Yuan Cheng was really busy when he came to the throne, but it has gotten better in the past few years. His ruling iron barrel generally covers the Yuan family tightly. Countless elites and think tanks work hard for him. Is there any big thing that needs this arms dealer? The godfather asked himself - except for his youngest son studying and learning the piano?

There are only a handful of other children in the Yuan family who see their father throughout the year, but Lang Bai has been by Yuan Cheng's side for eight full years.From being brought to Yuan's house at the age of six, until he was 14 years old, he grew into a handsome and handsome boy.

Then suddenly, he was handed over by Yuan Cheng to a large number of tutors and nannies and servants, like a hot potato, which made this famous arms godfather of the underworld in Southeast Asia dare not stay for a day.

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After Lang Bai and Yuan Xiao attended class together, the tutors generally reported that Bai Shao was not as good at studying as the prince.The prince deserves to be educated by the underworld elite. He is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his knowledge level is already equivalent to that of a bachelor of finance. He can speak English and French extremely fluently.It's just that Young Master Bai is a bit ordinary, but the young master of the underworld family hates killing and killing. He reads biographies, landscape albums, paints oil paintings and plays the piano all day long. He doesn't touch his hands in business matters. The words are written quite well.

The governess expressed their concerns, but Yuan Cheng didn't take it seriously: "This child is born to be a young master, so why should he be so promising, his elder brother will take care of him for the rest of his life."

The crown prince Yuan Zou also defended his younger brother: "He is still young, why do he know so much? Even if he paints and plays the piano all his life, the Yuan family can't afford him?"

Yuan Zhui's grandfather's family has a lot of background, the famous shipbuilding royal family, and Yuan Zhui's mother was the only young lady in their family before her death, which is quite important.With the backing of the Wang family and the fact that Yuan Zai himself is promising, the position of the crown prince can be described as extremely secure.

Everyone in the Yuan family knew that let alone one Langbai, even ten Langbai would not be able to shake the crown prince's position.The little son was born to be a rich and idle man, so don't expect too much from him.

On a certain summer afternoon, Yuan Cheng got excited by accident and took his two sons to the shooting range of the arms research and development base to practice guns.The weather was extremely hot that day, and Yuan Xiao couldn't even breathe in his formal attire.The Yuan family has been in the underworld for a hundred years, and the rules are extremely strict. The father is sitting next to him, and the son can't even unbutton a shirt. Otherwise, there are no rules, and Yuan Cheng doesn't like it.

On the other hand, Lang Bai was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. The boy's figure was thin and soft, with a snow-white forearm exposed, which was particularly eye-catching.While sweating from the heat, Yuan Zhen couldn't help but sneak a look at him, thinking wildly why this is a younger brother and not a younger sister. If it was a girl, she was born so beautiful, it would be so embarrassing to take it out.

Yuan Cheng was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, when he happened to catch a glimpse of Yuan Zai from the rear mirror of the car, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and scolded: "What are you looking at!"

Yuan Xiao was startled and turned his head immediately.

Lang Bai was looking out the car window, but when he heard the words, he turned his head and looked at his father with an unhappy face and his elder brother with an uncomfortable face inexplicably.

Yuan Cheng waved his hand at him, "It's none of your business."

Lang Bai lowered his eyelashes and smiled slightly at Yuan Cheng, "Yes, Dad."

The inexplicable emotion in Yuan Cheng's heart didn't gradually subside until he reached the shooting range.

The manager of the shooting range had already brought people to wait for Yuan's father and son for three days. When he saw the car parked at the door, he immediately went up to greet him respectfully. , fruit plate and tea, waited attentively and invited the young master to the seat.

Everyone knows that Young Master Bai of the Yuan family doesn't play with guns, he just needs to sit on the side obediently and watch his father and brother.

Yuan Cheng shot two targets, and seeing that his eldest son had filled sixty sheets of paper, he was probably in a good mood, so he called Lang Bai, "A Bai, come and play for dad." He also called the shooting range manager: " Lao Hu changed him to 77, 64.

Too big, be careful to break his shoulder bones. "

Lao Hu hurriedly picked up a Type 77 himself, and said with a smile on his face: "Young Master Bai, try it. The Type 77 is called a special agent gun in mainland China. It is small, light, and not very powerful. We specially improved the trajectory. Let's try it out."

Lang Bai picked it up casually, aimed at the target casually, and shot with a bang—Eight rings.

The scores reported by Yuan's shooting range are accurate to one decimal place, and the results of the eighth ring are a bit shabby, and several staff members present lowered their heads and pretended not to see it.

Lang Bai didn't care at all, the next shot didn't even reach the eight rings, the staff choked up a bit before reluctantly said: "Seven point nine rings."

Yuan Cheng laughed, and took over the 77-style and handed it to the eldest son, "Let's not force your brother, you can try it."

Yuan Xiao immediately took the gun, without saying a word, there were a few bang bang bang bangs, and all of them hit the target circle, accurately and steadily.

Lang Bai smiled: "Brother is amazing!"

Yuan Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to say a few words of modesty, but before he could say anything, suddenly he saw the face of the bodyguard on the opposite side change, and he rushed over and pressed Langbai.Before Yuan Xiao could react, he was slammed to the ground by his bodyguards, and then two gunshots rang out from behind him, and he could even feel the bullets flying past the back of his head.

There are killers!

Old Hu shouted sharply: "Quick! Block Mr. Yuan!"

Yuan Xiao immediately went to find his father, only to see that Yuan Cheng was already surrounded by his G4 bodyguards. Unless the bullet could penetrate layers of human shield walls, it would never hit Yuan Cheng.Before Yuan Xiao let go of his breath, Lang Bai suddenly stood up, picked up the Type 77, and shot two bursts in the direction of the killer.This series of movements was natural and calm, and in an instant it reminded Yuan Zai that he usually writes calligraphy with a brush in such a smooth and calm manner.

Yuan Xiao almost froze, and only a few seconds later he turned his head sharply to look at the killer.The head-turning motion was so great that he nearly sprained his own cervical spine.

His brother, who is as noble and beautiful as otherworldly fireworks, actually cut off the killer's left and right arms with such a flat expression and two bursts of unwavering precision!

The killer collapsed to his knees on the ground, both arms were crippled, and the gun fell to the side.

It was a shooting range staff member, who might have been bribed by others. Before that, no one saw that he was rebellious, and Lao Hu never thought that his own people would have such a big problem.

His face was pale, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Lang Bai put down the gun in a gentle manner, and ordered the stunned bodyguard: "Go and tie up that killer and take him down, and let a few more people watch him."

The bodyguard woke up suddenly: "Yes!"

Lang Bai added lightly: "Don't let him die."

"……Yes!"

Yuan Xiao looked at his younger brother in shock, as if this was the first time he saw him.

Not only Yuan Xiao, many Yuan family subordinates present looked at Lang Bai with an indescribable gaze, as if they were seeing this young and weak boy for the first time today, who only focused on painting, playing the piano, and raising children all day long. The young son of the Yuan family who plays tricks on birds.

Lang Bai took out a cold towel from a servant who stood there blankly, and wiped his hands slowly.His fingers were very slender and fair, and they were beautifully trimmed. The fingertips were pink like a girl's, as tender as green onions.

"Today is boring, let's not fight," he said flatly, "Father, let's go back."

Yuan Cheng stared at his youngest son for a long time, and was silent for a long time.After a long while, he nodded and patted Lang Bai's shoulder, "...Okay, let's go."