Rarely affectionate

The sun shines through the colorful treetops, casting sparkling spots on the grass.The warm breeze in the afternoon blows across the grass, making a sound like rushing water.The endless sky that seems to have been washed by water covers the racecourse, and the air is rare and refreshing.

A parasol was inserted obliquely on the open-air resting ground, and several fashionable and well-dressed young people sat on the armchairs and the grass, enjoying afternoon tea while talking.Two English Thoroughbreds from Kildare were tied together, rubbed and spat lightly.

This racetrack with high fees and a strict membership system ensures that customers will not be disturbed when enjoying life, not to mention that as long as they take a look at these young people from a distance, no one will impulsively come to disturb them.Many of them are very familiar to people who care about gossip. The young masters of several famous groups, the heirs of the underworld, and the sons of high-ranking politicians' families-the students of Yale University may recognize that this is a member of the Skull and Bones Society. Hold a small gathering.

Lang Bai was sitting at the white carved stone table, holding a silver coffee spoon with one hand seemingly casually, and gently resting his other hand on his forehead, smiling.His eyes are so quiet and gentle, it seems that he is looking at his real partners with tenderness - it just looks like it.

"Webbock? Ross Thorne is really screwed up. Our family has already made good greetings with the people on the Mexican border. In the future, no family will dare to lend him mercenaries casually. He made a mess of things. Although Yuan Cheng didn't say anything, But other important people who attended the gang meeting that day have begun to join forces to resist his influence." An Ike in a T-shirt and skinny jeans sat on a stone table, talking and gesticulating, sometimes pausing For a moment, turn to Rose Thorne: "Brother, I'm not targeting you, I'm just talking about your stupid Uncle Webber. In fact, if other members of your family want to borrow Mexican mercenaries, I'm still willing to help — as long as they have your signed permission."

Rossthorne raised his brandy glass to him with style.

"What about me?" Lang Bai asked with a smile.

Ike looked back and laughed: "Are you kidding, my dear brother. Even if I met you for the first time today, I would be persuaded by you in just half an hour, and I am willing to do anything for you. things—not to mention that we have such a deep friendship.”

The so-called "such a deep friendship" is nothing more than experiencing an unpleasant opening ceremony and several gatherings after that.But it was enough for Ike, his will was not firm enough to not be fooled by Lang Bai's language and mind after several long talks.

"You really make me sad," Lang Bai said with a smile, "So I'm such an eloquent person in your heart."

"Oh no, no, no, no, what I'm expressing is a strong compliment. You definitely have the ability to use words to confuse people like Voldemort."

This sentence aroused the unanimous approval of the surrounding companions sitting on the grass.

"You think too highly of me." Lang Bai played with the silver coffee spoon, his expression and tone were very casual, "I just have the greatest kindness to my friends and often give them some useful advice. "

Ike couldn't wait to show a tacit smile in his opinion.In fact, if he was a little distracted, he would find that not only him, but many people present showed the same smile.

Skull and Bones not only pays attention to the origin of the members, but also pays more attention to the ambitions of the members.They don't bother to call a person who comes from the presidential family without the slightest political ambition a partner, and Lang Bai just perfectly meets their requirements for a partner.

This young member has a firm will, a clear eye, a graceful and friendly demeanor, and a cunning but unassuming ambition that hides behind a gentle face.

Lang Bai is best at maintaining the same friendly relationship with everyone, but his ambiguous and intelligent attitude often makes everyone think that only he is the most important and special to him.This special ability makes him more persuasive. His opinions are often highly valued by other members, and the final result is also convincing.

"Having said that, the only thing that dissatisfied me about you is that you rejected the white mercenary bodyguard I provided for you." Ike suddenly turned to Lang Bai and changed the subject: "It is said that you jumped from the third floor and broke a hand?"

"That's my father, and his hand was broken." Lang Bai said, "If there are white mercenaries like Webberk? You're going to cause me trouble now, Classmate Ike."

Ike shrugged: "Then you still need them to help you blow up the car?"

"Need. I'm going to make myself a big coming-of-age birthday present."

Ike showed a very interested expression, and even Rose Thorne couldn't help but poke his head over: "What bad things are you planning to do again?"

"It's just a blood debt." Lang Bai obviously didn't want to say more, he smiled happily at Rossthorne: "The weather is so good, why don't we go for a ride together?"

Yuan Cheng put down the binoculars. Although the expression on his face didn't change, when he spoke, Zhou Zhengrong's tone obviously stiffened.

"Why did Young Master Bai mix with people from the Rosethorn family?"

The vast racecourse was sunny and clear, but Zhou Zhengrong really wanted to take out the handkerchief his wife had prepared for him, and wipe the cold sweat off his face.

Even without binoculars, you can still see the members of the Skull and Bones not far away sitting on the ground, with a white dining table in the middle and three or four armchairs beside it, and your young master is sitting there impressively.The young man sitting next to him belonged to the Rosethorne family, and then several people got up to ride horses, and Rosethorne also followed Lang Bai, showing a deep friendship between the two.

"Mr. Yuan," Zhou Zhengrong said in a trembling voice, "Young master is getting older, it's time to make some friends, the Rosethorne family is also on the right track, it's better than making friends who paint and play the piano, right? "

In Zhou Zhengrong's understanding, the young son of the underworld family should always make some like-minded friends, and he can't sing poems, compose poems, play the piano and draw pictures with others all day long.His son Zhou Haohai went to Paris to learn painting before, and ran to open some kind of gallery, which almost made his father faint from anger.

But Zhou Zhengrong didn't understand Yuan Cheng's thoughts. Yuan Cheng didn't want his youngest son to be involved in underworld affairs at all. He wished that his youngest son would just stay at home all day, read and write, and lean on his father to pass the time when he had nothing to do.friend?Those messy friends might have brought his docile and cowardly little son into trouble!

Yuan Cheng was thinking about bringing back his Ah Bai, when Qiao Qiao reminded weakly at the side: "President Yuan, you can live forever by enduring for a while..."

That's right, Yuan Cheng woke up with a jolt in his heart.Qiao Qiao said that day that when pursuing a lover who is much younger than himself, he must be kind and kind to his lover's friends, and fully demonstrate his broad mind as an adult.In case improper actions arouse the resentment of young people, you should be careful and make petulant temper tantrums with you.

Yuan Cheng took a deep breath: "Qiao Qiao."

Qiao Qiao quickly stood at attention: "Yes!"

"Come with me for a ride."

"what?!"

Yuan Cheng didn't care if she said "ah" or not, he just led the horse and walked to the field.What a joke, the kid from Rossthorne's family looked like a dog and had a wicked mind. What if he deliberately wanted to seduce his own young son while he was away?

Zhou Zhengrong finally took out his handkerchief, and silently wiped away his sweat.Ms. Qiao is indeed a popular person in Mr. Yuan's eyes. This flirtatious sentence has persuaded Mr. Yuan's anger back, and now she is invited to ride a horse. She is indeed the woman who is closest to the position of the Yuan family's mother!

The subordinates around nodded in agreement.

... Poor Zhou Zhengrong, no wonder you have worked beside Yuan Cheng for more than ten years, but in the end you are still a son of heaven and close to others, and you didn't even get a big official in the frontier.

You don't understand Mr. Yuan's little thoughts at all.

Lang Bai didn't really want to ride a horse either, he didn't like sports by nature, and he didn't like to blow the wind outside.Blowing a little breeze is healthy and comfortable for normal people, but to him it is like scraping the skin with an ice knife, making him wish to hide back in the artificially heated room immediately.

After riding around the pasture twice, Rose Thorne saw that his face was really unhappy, so he asked, "Shall we go back and have a cup of coffee?"

Lang Bai nodded, "Go back, I really can't stand the wind."

Ross Thorne looked up at the sunny sky, then at his comfortable companions around him, his forehead twitched: "This... is it windy today?"

Lang Bai immediately looked at Rose Thorne with infinite contempt, that look was like the British who first arrived in the American continent 200 years ago looking at the local aborigines.

He wanted to hit the horse and turn back to go out of the field, but his riding skills were really average. When the horse turned around, he couldn't sit still and slipped on the horse.Rose Thorn was on the side, and he stretched out his hand to pull his rein, then put his hand on his shoulder, and helped him to sit upright.

This gesture seemed to be a bit intimate, but Lang Bai didn't realize that, all his attention was focused on the horse's back.At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far behind: "Ah Bai!"

Lang Bai and Rose Thorne turned their heads at the same time, and saw Yuan Cheng riding on a black Irish draft horse, followed by Qiao Qiao, who was covered in black lines.

Qiao Qiao's equestrian skills are only at the same level as Lang Bai's, and she can walk a few steps. Yuan Cheng galloped over like this, and she almost fell off her own horse and broke her neck—Mr. Yuan, you didn't do it Wrong hello!This is on a horse farm, not in a small porn hotel. Are you afraid that if you go one step too late, your son will be put to bed by someone!

Lang Bai's eyes wandered between his father and Qiao Qiao, his eyes were very deep, he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a few seconds, he called softly: "Father." He turned to Qiao Qiao again, and nodded : "Miss Qiao."

Yuan Cheng rode up to him, but kept staring at Rose Thorne: "Who is he?"

Before Rose Thorne could speak, Lang Bai said calmly: "This is my friend." Then he turned to Rose Thorne: "This is my father, and that lady is my father's girlfriend."

It's hard for him to be calm when he said the words "father's girlfriend", as if he didn't feel ridiculous at all.

Rose Thorne knew that it was normal for them to take a mistress out for a ride on a horse, so he didn't worry about the identity of that woman.He only looked at Yuan Cheng, and stretched out his hand politely: "So it's Mr. Yuan. I'm Rossthorne. I've really admired your name for a long time."

Yuan Cheng stared at him coldly for a while.That gaze was really not friendly, not to mention Rose Thorne himself, even Qiao Qiao who was watching from the side shivered a little.

"...Dad." Lang Bai reminded in a low voice.

Yuan Cheng finally smiled without any smile, and stretched out his hand, shook Rose Thorne's symbolically, and said, "Hello."

This attitude is so cold that anyone can feel it.Ross Thorn's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly—Yuan Cheng was too forceful when shaking hands, almost crushing his hand.This Mr. Yuan failed after eating explosives, so why is he so hostile to him?

Before he could finish thinking, Yuan Cheng let go of his hand, as if a living person as big as Ross Thorn didn't exist, and turned directly to Lang Bai: "Abai, come here with Dad, it happens that Dad has something to discuss with you. "

Lang Bai was caught off guard by his father's name-calling. Before he could react, Yuan Cheng turned to Qiao Qiao again: "Follow from afar."

His tone didn't sound like he met his youngest son who was riding a horse with a friend just a minute ago. On the contrary, it was as if he was shopping with his youngest son and was interrupted by Ross Thorn, who didn't understand.Qiao Qiao roared with tears in his eyes, it's not a mistake, you asked me to follow you on a fucking date, is it because if the little boy gets angry, you're going to take me up as cannon fodder, you scumbag with no EQ!

Miss Qiao scratched the wall frantically in her heart, said yes obediently on her face, and then retreated 20 meters away in an instant.

Yuan Cheng is very satisfied with this distance.If no one followed, the youngest son would get nervous and try to escape; but if a mistress really followed closely by his side, then Yuan Cheng himself would feel awkward.Didn't Qiao Qiao say that the world between two people is the most important thing.When pursuing a lover, if there is a large circle of bodyguards around, you will be disgusted and resisted by your lover, feeling that you have no sense of privacy, not sweet, not warm, etc...

So many considerations, what a fucking hassle.Yuan Cheng sighed, and when he turned around, he glanced at his youngest son's expression.Lang Bai looked a little panicked, but fortunately, he didn't show any intention of running away.

"dad……"

"what?"

"You said you have something to tell me?"

Yuan Cheng choked up.How can he tell Lang Bai to do something?Just an excuse to go on a date.

"……dad?"

"Oh, this," Yuan Cheng coughed. "Actually, it's nothing serious... By the way, I'm going back to Hong Kong soon. I don't know if you still need something. Before I leave, I can ask someone to prepare everything for you."

"..." Lang Bai paused, "No, Dad, I don't need anything."

"Oh... don't you want anything?"

Lang Bai became vigilant: "I don't want anything."

He refused so cleanly that Yuan Cheng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.

The father and son rode horses and strolled on the grass and walked forward purposefully.Yuan Cheng's horse is tall and has a bit of a temper, but he is skilled in equestrianism, so it's not a problem to walk down laps like this; Lang Bai can't do it, he has been riding on the horse for more than half an hour. His waist and legs began to feel sore, the wind made him feel uncomfortable, and his lungs were filled with cool air.

Yuan Cheng didn't intend to stop yet, he seemed to be enjoying this afternoon, but Lang Bai felt that every minute and every second was torture, and breathing was a bit labored.

Reluctantly, Yuan Cheng didn't speak, Lang Bai could only grit his teeth, silently and patiently followed his father.