Rarely affectionate

On the way back, Yuan Cheng and Lang Bai took the same car, and Yuan Xiao took the other car, and they followed closely behind.

Yuan Zhui had an assistant named Qi Xiaguo, who was a confidant sent to him by his grandfather's Wang family, and also one of the bridges connecting Yuan Zhui and the Wang family.Qi Xiaguo grew up with Yuan Zhui since he was a child, and they were inseparable almost every step of the way. Many things that others dared not say to Yuan Zhen, he could tell Yuan Zhen in private without any shyness.

As soon as Qi Xiaguo got in the car, he raised the sound insulation baffle of the front seat, and said in a low voice with a dignified expression: "Young Master, what happened to Young Master Bai today is a bit unusual."

Yuan Xiao looked out of the car window silently, and said for a while, "I always thought he was smart, but he was still young...I really didn't expect it. Not only me, but my father didn't see it at all."

"After all, Young Master Bai grew up next to Mr. Yuan, so his relationship must be unusual." Qi Xiaguo lowered his voice even more, "I've already advised you to be careful with Young Master Bai. He's 14 years old. What's so young? Look at him The gun looks like a 14-year-old kid?"

"He usually doesn't seem to have any enthusiasm for guns..." Yuan Xiao leaned on the large leather back seat, his brows were deeply knit together, "he plays the piano every day, draws and writes, and runs to Reading those idle books... His father rationed him a thousand rounds of sniper bullets every month, and it would be good if he could shoot half of them, and his shooting teacher forced him to shoot. I think he is not very active at ordinary times. She looks like a girl, how could she just..."

The carriage fell into silence for a moment, and after a while, I heard Qi Xiaguo say in a flat tone: "Some people are naturally more ruthless than others, young or old, I have reminded you a long time ago that the Yuan family has no brothers who live in harmony."

Yuan Xiao took a breath and stopped talking.

"You should be glad that Young Master Bai's mother is a prostitute. Otherwise, you will have to get rid of his hidden danger sooner or later!"

On the other Bentley, Lang Bai sat beside Yuan Cheng without saying a word, with long eyelashes drooping, and seemed to be staring at his own fingertips very intently.

Yuan Cheng stared at the front, and it took him a while to compliment him completely out of joy or anger, "Ah Bai is good at shooting."

"...I hate when people point guns at me."

Yuan Cheng didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"I hate people pointing guns at me." Lang Bai's voice was slightly louder, but his expression was still calm, "?—I don't like people wanting my life."

"No one likes others wanting their own life." Yuan Cheng gently put his hand on the youngest son's shoulder, and his rough thumb lightly stroked the delicate and tender side of the child's face.

"Abai, tell Dad. Are all your usual performances in front of your elder brother just pretending?"

Lang Bai sat there motionless, with his head down, staring at his hands on his knees.

That gesture was docile and tactful, and seemed to reveal a little alienation and indifference.

"Father, the Yuan family has been running a family business for hundreds of years, and its roots are flourishing and intricate. What do you think the Yuan family is?"

Yuan Cheng didn't expect Lang Bai to ask him back, "...what is it?"

"It's a forest." Lang Bai said calmly, "The Yuan family is like a forest, an arena for the survival of the fittest and fair competition. If you were born as a tiger, if you look up to the sky and bow your head, it's a tiger." The way of survival. Born as a rabbit, it can only cunning and dig three feet. This is the survival wisdom of a rabbit as a weak person. There can only be one tiger in a forest, just like the Yuan family can only have one king. Dare to challenge This rabbit of the law of the jungle will only be regarded as the tiger's lunch."

He took a breath and raised his head, "I don't want to be treated as my big brother's lunch."

With a crisp sound of "Pa!", Yuan Cheng slapped him hard.

Lang Bai fell off the seat, and was immediately pulled up by Yuan Cheng, who threw him on the back seat of the car.The boy's weak resistance was nothing compared to the strength of the adult male when he was furious, Lang Bai fell heavily on the back seat of the car.

"You can do it, you can speak up!" Yuan Cheng pressed him, his face dark and cold, "You are only too old, and you start to calculate these things that are not on the table! The Yuan family has never had a seed like you in several generations. !"

Lang Bai stared at his father coldly: "You know I'm telling the truth."

"Say one more word, and I'll strangle you right here!" Yuan Cheng interrupted him sharply, "Say, who the hell taught you these words?"

"……No one."

"Who is it?"

"I thought of it myself."

Yuan Cheng stared at Lang Bai's delicate and calm face, his gaze made people shudder.If this man who was at the top of the arms industry looked at others with such eyes, maybe that person would be frightened to death.

However, Lang Bai looked at him without fear, the young man's beautiful eyes were like snow water, clear to the bottom, but also cold to the bone.

It has been more than 30 years since Yuan Cheng was born, he has experienced all kinds of storms and waves, and everyone has seen it, except that he has never seen his youngest son, who was pampered at home until he was 14 years old, but he has the maturity and secretiveness, alienation and coldness of a 40-year-old. thoughts.

He didn't know who this child learned from, who taught him this, or whether he was born to like to ponder the dark thoughts in human nature.

Yuan Cheng himself knew how to beware of those uncles and cousins ​​when he was 14 years old, but that was after he experienced several unknown assassinations, which was completely different from the current situation of peace in the world.Yuan Xiao's 14-year-old was well protected. He respected his father very much and loved his younger brother very much. There was nothing special to worry about.

He thought that Lang Bai's 14-year-old was also well-protected and well-protected.He was so kind to this child, he thought of everything for him, and did everything for him, but one day he suddenly saw that the child had quietly grown into a man he didn't know at all before he noticed. people.

Yuan Cheng knew very well in his heart that Lang Bai's personality was completely the template of a prince from a mafia family.At such a young age, he is self-taught without a teacher. He can't hold back his temper and is ruthless. Given time, he must not be underestimated.

But the more Lang Bai behaved like this, the more annoyed he became.

The child's growth has been out of his control.No, it was already completely different from what he had imagined.

Anyone can become the outstanding heir of the Yuan family, but why is this person Lang Bai?

Why is it Lang Bai who is gentle and quiet like a girl in the eyes of the world?

The car stopped at the gate of Yuan's house, and the bodyguard opened the door for Yuan Cheng, but he sat still.

He didn't move, and of course Lang Bai didn't dare to move, he just sat beside him with his head down.

"Abai, you don't need to be so guarded against Yuan Xiao, he won't take you as a threat." Yuan Cheng stroked Lang Bai's red and swollen side face, and stared at him condescendingly, "—do you know why?"

Lang Bai raised his eyes and smiled at his father: "I know."

He took his father's hand away lightly, but he could not refuse, no matter his expression or movement, he was so slow and calm, just like he was shooting at people with the Type 77, as normal as drinking tea .

"I know, Dad. Who would take a whore's child as a threat."

Lang Bai turned to get out of the car, just as Yuan Xiao got out of the car behind and hurried forward to meet him.

Yuan Xiao stared at the obvious palm print on his younger brother's face with a strange expression, but Lang Bai only smiled at him and passed by.

"Father..." Yuan Xiao looked at his father suspiciously.Yuan Cheng never did anything to children. If Yuan Zou made any mistakes, someone would deal with him according to family law.

Yuan Cheng ignored it.He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Lang Bai's thin back, walking further and further under the dazzling afternoon sun.

Yuan Xiao felt a little nervous.

At that moment, his father's expression...was really not like a father.

(2)

The so-called godfather of the arms industry, Yuan Cheng knew what Lang Bai wanted to ask him.The youngest son, who came from a poor background and no name, is asking him for the same reputation, status, and respect from his father as his elder brother.

Lang Bai is actually too young.If he had been a few years older, he might have been more patient until his elder brother showed his fangs to him.

But now, Yuan Xiao is still wearing the mask of a simple and honest brother, and the 14-year-old Lang Bai can't help stretching out his sharp little claws to his father.

Still tender.Yuan Cheng thought.

In fact, honor status or such things as valuing, whether to give or not to give, is just a matter of Yuan Cheng's thought.Lang Bai is so smart and talented, he can definitely announce the identity of his youngest son to the whole Hong Kong and support this child to become one of the powerful heirs of the Yuan family.But Lang Bai is also so beautiful and so interesting that he can keep his young son by his side, just like the snow-white pearl bird in the golden bird cage in his house, or the precious purebred Persian cat.

Yuan Cheng has the right to choose as he likes between these two possibilities.He just wondered, did the Yuan family treat this young master badly?Has his father ever neglected his younger son?Living a good life and being carefree and pampered at home, what exactly stimulated this child's desire for power, status and blood?

Yuan Cheng couldn't understand it.

From that day on, Lang Bai regained his desireless appearance, he was gentle and friendly to people, he usually raised flowers and plants, read books and played the piano when he had nothing to do.Of course, he still goes to the shooting range, but his interest in shooting is far less than that in dismantling guns. The Type 77 that Yuan Cheng allocated to him was dismantled by him within a few days. It seems that he is particularly curious about the design and structure of guns. , Seeing any gun, I can't help but want to study it.

There is a think tank next to Yuan Cheng, and one of them is Wang Yi, who has a master's degree in Political Science from New York University, specializing in disarmament and military sanctions, and a minor in mechanical construction, delving into the physical structure of miniature pistols.Everything strangely coincides with Lang Bai's hobbies.

One day at noon, Yuan Cheng passed by the shooting range, and suddenly found Lang Bai sitting on the grass beside the shooting range, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, bare feet, facing the scorching sun, but he didn't realize it.Wang Yi was sitting next to him, holding a handful of 95 styles that had been dismantled in sevens and eights, and threw his suit jacket on the stone.

Wang Yi is only in his 30s this year, probably due to overuse of his brain, the top of his head has turned into a piece of the Mediterranean Sea, reflecting the bright light like a high-power light bulb under the glare of the sun at noon.

Yuan Cheng's gaze was stabbed by the light bulb: "What is that kid Wang Yi talking to Young Master Bai?"

A bodyguard beside him nodded and left quietly.After 2 minutes, I came back silently, and lowered my head to report: "The 95-style sniper rifle's prone shooting angle, and the August 1991 coup d'etat in [-] during the collapse of the Soviet Union."

"...Is he teaching my son to use Type 95 to carry out an armed coup?" Yuan Cheng's forehead twitched, "Call him over here."

"Yes, Mr. Yuan."

Within 5 minutes, Wang Yi ran over panting with his suit in one hand, sweat dripping down his shiny forehead: "Yuan, Mr. Yuan!"

Yuan Cheng sat in the car and asked leisurely: "What nonsense are you teaching my son?"

Wang Yi took a deep breath, "...report to Mr. Yuan, modern Russian literature!"

"Take the 95 style as a pointer?"

"Ah?" Wang Yi expressed sincere surprise, "Is that the ninety-five form?"

"..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you know that I'm a professional and learn miniature pistols. The sniper rifle is really too big!"

Yuan Cheng stared at him coldly, causing beads of sweat to fall from Wang Yi's forehead.It took several seconds before he heard him warn in a low voice: "If you want to teach, teach me well."

Wang Yi shivered: "Yes, yes."

"If I find out that you're leading him on a wrong path, watch out for your head!"

Wang Yi touched his head and shuddered: "Yes, it must! It must!"

Yuan Cheng raised the car window and ordered without looking back: "Drive."

The car drove a long way, and the confidant driver peeked at Yuan Cheng's expression from the rear mirror.After looking at it for a few times, I couldn't help saying: "Wang Yi specializes in politics. When the old man was around, he used to say that he was a genius. Is it really appropriate for him to teach the young master? Bai Shao is a young man..."

"What's inappropriate?" Yuan Cheng said flatly, "Wang Yi is a spirit who cultivated in the United States by eating beef and drinking milk. Lang Tiantian was born as a spirit. Wang Yi's cultivation base, I still think he is too A few years won't be enough."

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When eating in the evening, Yuan Cheng sat at the end of the dining table, and Lang Bai sat beside him, with an obedient and natural expression as if nothing had happened during the day.

Yuan Cheng caught him a shrimp and asked, "What books have you read these two days?"

"Picture albums, history books, biographies."

"Whose biographies?"

Lang Bai paused and said, "...Gorbachev."

With a ding, the old butler behind him shook his hand and dropped the knife to the marble floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The old butler hurriedly called someone to clean it up, and handed Lang Bai a new knife.

Yuan Cheng laughed and didn't take it seriously.Lang Bai took the knife, but his hands were trembling slightly, which was hard to detect with the naked eye. He failed to cut off the head of the shrimp for a while, but the juice spilled out and covered the plate, almost splashing on his own collar.

Yuan Cheng leaned over very naturally, grabbed Lang Bai's hand with one hand, held the table knife, cut off the head of the shrimp steadily, peeled off the shell, and fed it into Lang Bai's mouth himself.

The father's fingers, which were used to holding guns, had rough calluses. Through the napkin, they lightly touched the corners of Lang Bai's soft lips.

"Dining with Dad, why are you nervous?" Yuan Cheng sat back on the seat and smiled kindly.

Lang Bai lowered his long eyelashes, and seemed to have a docile and shy smile: "Yes, Dad."

The father and son come and go back and forth naturally, just like the most loving father and the most innocent child in the world.

It's as if the family is happy and happy, just like the real thing.