Rarely affectionate

Lang Bai slept until the next afternoon.

That's because Mo puts Valium in his tea, otherwise his body clock would force him to wake up at 07:30 in the morning.As soon as Lang Bai wakes up, he will get up immediately, because there are countless things piled up on him, whether to sign a contract worth tens of millions of dollars, or whether the company's drainage pipes need to be repaired, all of which need to be done by him. .

Lang Bai's life habits are like the Macedonians, once he wakes up, he can enter the fighting state in just a few minutes, which is the way of life he advocates.

At first Ross Thorn thought he was exiled by Yuan Cheng and had no subordinates to help him, so no matter what he had to do, he had to do it himself.But after paying attention for a few days, I found that there is actually no shortage of elite teams around Lang Bai.This freshly baked little prince of the Yuan family has a kind smile and a gentle smile, he is very kind to everyone, and he is never harsh on employees, so he has won the unanimous love of the whole company within half a month after joining the company.Many newly promoted young middle-level managers are loyal to him, and the whole company is in high enthusiasm for work, and many employees even work overtime spontaneously.

This is really unusual. You must know that the American branch was once under the direct leadership of Yuan Xiao, so it should be regarded as his direct lineage.But not long after the little prince fell from the sky, almost everyone forgot about Yuan Xiao. The employees only saw Yuan Xiaogong in their eyes, and even the logistics aunts moved the gossip center to the new young boss.

It should be said that the young master Yuan Zou failed too much in life?Or is Lang Bai too good at bewitching?This is unknown.

Lang Bai spent an unprecedented day resting at home without going to the company.The employees all asked why the young boss didn't come to work. Lang Bai instructed Mo Fang to answer that he was on a business trip and would not return to the office until tomorrow afternoon.

As for his physical condition, he didn't mention a word.

In the morning of the third day, Rose Thorne figured that he was about to wake up, so he went to the apartment to see him with a gift.Unexpectedly, when his car came downstairs, he saw three extended bulletproof Lincolns parked at the door, and several men in suits and leather shoes guarded there, and no one was allowed to enter.

Ross Thorn showed his driver's license: "I'm a friend of your young master."

"Our young master is not seeing any visitors right now, please go back." A Chinese man with an elite look on his face smiled, "But we will pass on your visit to the young master, and we will go to the house someday Return visit."

Rose Thorne frowned: "What's going on?"

The man just smiled and shook his hands again and again.

Ross Thorne looked at the formation of the bulletproof car and the equipment of the bodyguards, and asked him directly, "...Your Yuan is here?"

"There is no way around this..." The man smiled very slickly. Although he didn't say yes directly, he seemed to be tacitly acquiescing, "I must ask the young master to pay a return visit to the mansion some other day. It is really inconvenient to say today, or else You just...?"

Roththorn raised the window, turned the car around and walked back.

Lang Bai fell ill the night before, and Yuan Cheng arrived this morning. According to the time, the news should have reached Hong Kong just after Lang Bai was sent back, and then his father left immediately.Is it so fast?Is it someone who has a father by Lang Bai's side, or is Yuan Cheng secretly arranging eyeliner in the United States?

No matter what it was, Yuan Cheng arrived a little too fast.

Rose Thorne is the eldest son in power in the family.He asked himself if he was sick, would his parents and elders come from New York in the first place?After thinking about it for a long time, the conclusion is that it is impossible anyway.

In a family like theirs, the opportunities for parents and children to meet are much less than in ordinary families, and the relationship is not so strong.When a child in a foreign country is sick, if the parents want to express their concern, they should first send their own personal doctor there, and then make a phone call to find out the situation.Parents and elders have their own important official duties, and it is impossible to put down all work immediately and immediately board the plane to go to see the children from thousands of miles away.

To personally rush to the side of the child within 48 hours of the onset of the disease, in such a soprano family, this kind of paternal love is simply a luxury!

Ross Thorn drove away with a blank expression, and the apartment gradually went away behind him.He recalled Lang Bai's sleep talking the night before, calling for his father in his dream, but it was obviously a nightmare.He called his father with a very painful expression, struggling and begging.

Earlier in the racetrack, the ambiguous atmosphere between the father and son was also strange.The father side is strong and doting, while the child side avoids the father's love like a snake.After that, Rose Thorne asked Lang Bai about Yuan Cheng many times, but they were all perfunctory.

What happened between the father and son?

It's so abnormal.

"Ah Bai,...Ah Bai?"

Lang Bai opened his eyes, and closed them gently after a few seconds, without saying a word.

"Abai?" Yuan Cheng gently pulled his hand outside the quilt, and said with a low laugh, "Are you angry?"

Lang Bai remained indifferent.

"Hey, don't be awkward, Dad didn't ask anyone to stare at you." Yuan Cheng paused, as if he was planning a better wording, "—Actually, I happened to pass by New Haven, and I heard that you didn't go to the company yesterday ,so……"

"Liar." Lang Bai turned over.

Yuan Cheng smiled and hugged his youngest son, including the quilt, and kissed his cold forehead fiercely: "You know it's a lie, but you still force Dad to think of nonsense, aren't you deliberately embarrassing Dad? How unfilial!"

Lang Bai pulled the corner of the quilt vigorously, trying to cover his head, but Yuan Cheng held his hand tightly, and even grabbed his fingers to his mouth to kiss.

The entanglement of lips and tongue that cannot be refused and is very gentle, sweet and tender, without any fearful lust mixed in it.Lang Bai's tense body slowly relaxed, and even tentatively relaxed his struggle. Yuan Cheng immediately sensed this acutely, and correspondingly eased his grip on his hand.

This subtle difference gave Lang Bai a feeling that as long as he didn't struggle so resolutely, he wouldn't be forced.

Although Yuan Cheng's actions are intimate, they are not overly lustful. A conservative and tender novice like Lang Bai is the easiest to accept.

He slowly relaxed his body, curled up on the big soft bed, Yuan Cheng pressed his head on his chest, and stroked his soft black hair.

A stroke, neither light nor heavy, just makes people feel comfortable.

Lang Bai moved a little: "...I haven't washed my hair for two days."

"Oh, it's okay. Go take a shower right away, and I'll take you to the concert."

It sounded like an invitation for a date between ordinary lovers. Lang Bai suddenly recalled the clip in the movie theater last time, and immediately his hairs stood on end: "I... I am scheduled to go to the office in the afternoon!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll take you back to the company after listening, be good." Yuan Cheng held his youngest son soothingly, "The concert is in downtown New Haven, very close by. Besides, Li Mingyu will also go, we can Say hello to him together."

Whether it was his father personally sending him back to the company or the concert being very close to home, there was no reason to impress Lang Bai. Only the last point made Lang Bai's ears perk up: "Li Mingyu?"

"Yes, you haven't met him formally, have you? Neither has Yuan Xiao. He's a weird person. He never attends receptions or ceremonies except for business meetings. This is the first time I've heard that he's going to a concert. "

North Korea's military chief, Lee Myung-woo, has been a prominent figure in Southeast Asia's political landscape in recent years. His tough tactics have made many European and American countries fear him.In the early years, the Yuan family had many business contacts with him, but apart from Yuan Cheng, almost no other Yuan family had personal contacts with him.

Even the righteous eldest prince Yuan Zou handed him invitations, but he ignored them.

This person is extremely principled in his work. He does business with the Yuan family, so he only has contacts with the head of the Yuan family, and only on official business.He never made a relationship, even if the other party was Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Cheng never said before that he would bring his youngest son to a formal occasion, let alone introduce important people to him.Today was the first time he took the initiative to take his youngest son to meet outsiders, and it was the long-famous Li Mingyu.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Yuan Cheng smiled and touched Lang Bai's face, the child was looking at him with a scrutiny, "Don't be so vigilant, Dad has no other intentions. You are my son, of course you can go see Dad My friend, isn't this normal? It's not like you can't meet people. "

Lang Bai lowered his eyes and didn't speak, as if he was struggling fiercely in his heart.The long eyelashes covered the flowing pupils, and the pale and transparent cheeks that were thin due to illness, this angle is really beautiful, Yuan Cheng can't help wishing that time will stop at this moment, so that he will always be so close read on...

"...Then I'll take a shower."

Lang Bai finally made a difficult decision, and seemed to be reluctant to trust his father once.

Yuan Cheng nodded and said, "Okay."

Lang Bai pushed him away and stood up from the bed.He was wearing a white V-neck short-sleeved top and gray cotton shorts. When he turned over like this, he showed a thin and soft waist, as if he could wrap it around with one hand.Yuan Cheng was still sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him, and suddenly he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and hugged his youngest son from behind: "Ah Bai..."

Lang Bai tensed all of a sudden, and stopped breathing for an instant, looking extremely defensive.

"Don't be afraid, Ah Bai, be good, what if Dad doesn't treat you..." Yuan Cheng took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he said in a low voice: "I just want to tell you, the next time I'm sick, I'll call and tell you Dad, don't make people worry. I know you are afraid that I will use this excuse to take away your company, and you are afraid that I will go back on my word and forcefully bring you back to Hong Kong..."

With his back facing his father, Lang Bai seemed to be extremely nervous, his muscles were tense, and even his shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Dad won't. Dad knows that you like to give yourself a lot of work and own your own company, and it makes you happy. These dads know that."

Yuan Cheng stood up, lowered his head and kissed Lang Bai's ear, but was very gentle and even cautious.

"As long as you feel happy, you can do whatever you want. But next time if you are sick, at least call home, okay? I promise not to interfere with your work, I just want to know how you are."

Lang Bai opened his eyes slightly, and then he seemed to be tickled by a kiss that seemed to tickle him. He closed his eyes slightly to dodge, and said, "...I see."

Yuan Cheng laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Good boy. ——Go take a bath."

Lang Bai's ears were a little red, he didn't look back at Yuan Cheng, but hurriedly grabbed his bathrobe and ran out of the bedroom.

"...It's really grown up, and I'm thinking..." After he went out for a long time, Yuan Cheng sat down again, sighing in a low voice.

Such a big child is no longer as clear as it was a few years ago. Joy, sadness or anger are all on his face, which can be seen clearly at a glance.It is easy to provoke him, easy to please him, and even easier to make him obey.

It's not working anymore now.

"This kid..." Yuan Cheng smiled, took out the cigarette case from his suit pocket, and lit it with a snap.