Rarely affectionate

The old butler didn't know if he had been prepared, but after just one cigarette, Qiao Qiao quietly appeared in Yuan's house wrapped in a black cheongsam with high slits.

As one of Yuan Cheng's mistresses, Qiao Qiao is obviously very dedicated to his duties.In the early years, she graduated from a prestigious school, and later worked in a company affiliated to the Yuan family. Over the years, she has a beautiful work resume. She pretended not to know anything about the internal affairs of the Yuan family, and never said a word.There are quite a few people who know her identity, but all the disputes have been settled by the Yuan family, and there has been no mistake for so many years.

In fact, she is not young, no matter how delicate and elegant her makeup is, she can't match the subtle years in the corners of her eyes.She was also pregnant before, but before the prince could speak, she took the initiative and went to the hospital by herself.

In fact, it is fair, she thinks so.Some people choose to live against the clock in this city where land is extremely expensive. They spend their whole lives working for mortgages, car loans, and schooling for their children. Spent in busyness and numbness.There are also people who choose to live a sophisticated and expensive life like her, living in a big house in a prime location, driving a bright yellow mini BMW when they go out, and the credit card limit is always a little higher than what she needs.

What's more, Yuan Cheng is not such a difficult person to serve.He hasn't reached forty yet, and his body has been exercised very well. He has both the temperament and demeanor of a man.The most important thing is that he is not bad-tempered and has no unbearable hobbies.

She never said a word about the Yuan family to others, and the Yuan family never treated her badly.Mutual benefit and reciprocity, very fair, never buy and sell by force.

Qiao Qiao felt very at ease.

I don't know why Yuan Cheng was a little impatient tonight, and his actions were even rude, but he was absent-minded.

His attitude was so obvious that Qiao Qiao immediately realized that he seemed to have encountered something, and that going to bed was purely to vent pressure.

How strange, she thought.What could make a godfather of arms feel stressed?What kind of stress is it that needs to be relieved by going to bed?

The lingering gasps in the dark night gradually became more rapid, and Qiao Qiao could feel that this man was about to climax.When the critical moment came, she moaned softly, but suddenly she heard Yuan Cheng repeating two words over and over again in a low voice.At the moment of the eruption, she finally heard the man yell out in a daze: "Ah Bai...!"

These two words were so clear that both of them froze at the same time.

For a moment, Qiao Qiao felt as if struck by lightning.She knew who this Ah Bai was, it was Lang Bai, the 15-year-old son of the Yuan family, and Yuan Cheng's own youngest son!

The bedside lamp turned on with a snap, and then Yuan Cheng grabbed Qiao Qiao's neck.

His face was extremely ugly, Qiao Qiao had never seen such killing intent in his eyes.That's not to mention, Yuan Cheng's hand that was pinching her neck was almost exerting all his strength, not to mention strangling her to death, it was possible to sever her neck.

Qiao Qiao opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

The godfather Yuan Cheng, who is in charge of the arms channels of half of the continent and whose name is well-known in the underworld in Southeast Asia, actually has such shameful thoughts about his own young son.

The look in her eyes at this moment was terrifyingly stern, and her despair was so frightening.She knew that Yuan Cheng didn't care about killing someone, even if she had been with Yuan Cheng for a few years, once she knew this shady secret, even if she had been with Yuan Cheng for a lifetime, she would still be able to kill him.

There were bursts of blackness in front of my eyes, and my consciousness soon became drowsy.

At this moment, suddenly the hand on the neck was loosened, and large gusts of fresh air rushed into the lungs.The survival instinct stimulated Qiao Qiao to cough violently, and then vomited after coughing, her neck hurt as if it was about to break, she panted heavily and quickly hid aside.

Yuan Cheng looked at her indifferently, as if he had said something.

Qiao Qiao was full of tears, coughing softly while still in shock.She didn't dare to cough loudly, no one knew whether Yuan Cheng would suddenly go crazy again.But it seemed that her worry was unnecessary. Yuan Cheng watched her hide in the corner of the bed indifferently, and then repeated what he said just now—this time Qiao Qiao heard clearly, what he said was: "You said Tell me, what does it mean to have 'spiritual enjoyment' for women?"

The topic changed too quickly, Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then his usual caution and vigilance saved her again: "...This, it depends on who said it... Maybe the little boy has never touched a woman So I was a little scared, and I said it to be brave...or maybe I have met women but found that I don't like them, maybe... like men?"

"Look who said it." Yuan Cheng repeated lightly, paused, and asked her back: "Who do you think said it?"

Qiao Qiao broke out in a cold sweat: "...Little Master?"

Yuan Cheng remained silent.

Can the young master of the Yuan family interpret what he said at will?Can you explain it casually in front of Yuan Cheng?Yuan Cheng is such a king of Hades, who knows whether he hopes that his youngest son will never touch women for the rest of his life or that he simply becomes gay?

It's really hard to guess Yuan Cheng's thoughts, Qiao Qiao hesitated for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Perhaps the young master is not yet old enough, and he still doesn't understand this."

Yuan Cheng didn't know what he was thinking, his face was unpredictable, and he smiled coldly after a while: "I hope so."

When Qiao Qiao got dressed and was about to leave, his hands were shaking all the time, and he felt as if his trachea was injured, and his breathing was excruciatingly painful.But in fact, she had nothing to worry about. Since Yuan Cheng didn't kill her, he would naturally compensate her and cover up the incident so that no trace was left.Otherwise, what would people think when they saw it?

——Yuan Cheng almost strangled his mistress to death on the bed, why?what's going on?

This man will not allow others to have the slightest guess on this matter.

Before leaving, Yuan Cheng was sitting in an armchair by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking a cigarette, while Qiao Qiao was standing at the door, when he suddenly heard him ask casually, "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

Qiao Qiao whispered, "No, I don't know."

Only an idiot would think that Yuan Cheng has any feelings for his mistress, this man's feelings are so little that they are almost extinct.

"I've been hiding this secret for a long time, so long that I feel like I'm going crazy." Yuan Cheng seemed to smile slightly, "It's always good to have one more person to share."

Qiao Qiao immediately stepped forward and swore in a trembling voice, "I will never tell anyone! I won't say a single word! Please rest assured!..."

Yuan Cheng didn't look at her.He looked out of the dark window, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflected his side face, on the hard face as sharp as a knife, the eyes were so cold that one could shudder.

"You don't have to swear." He said, "If Lang Bai finds out, you will be the first to die."

(2)

The next morning, an unexpected news came out of Yuan Cheng's study, even the old housekeeper was surprised that he had heard it wrong: "Mr. Yuan, you mean to let Young Master Bai move out?"

"He's old enough to go to school outside. Besides, the university is in the urban area, so it's not like he's thousands of miles away from his family, so he won't see each other from then on."

The old butler considered his words carefully, and said cautiously: "But Mr. Yuan, the young master's learning is biased, and he may not be able to follow the university courses."

"Who expects him to finish his studies? Just find something for him to do." Yuan Cheng looked at the document without raising his head: "Our accounting building in the urban area happened to need help, so I told him to go and read it after class. Look, you don’t have to go home to sleep at night. The building in the New Central Residential District is close to his school, tell him to live there, and don’t forget to find two reliable servants to take care of him.”

The old housekeeper wanted to say that no matter how well furnished the house in the urban area was, the Yuan family, where the young master lived for nine years, might not be comfortable.Besides, just like what Yuan Cheng said, the university is not far away from home, wouldn't it be enough to have a driver to pick up and drop off the young master to and from school every day?

But he thought about it, but he still didn't say it.

What he can think of, Yuan Cheng must be able to think of, but because of some hard-to-explain reasons, this practice is deliberately ignored.

According to Yuan Cheng's arrangement, Lang Bai may not be able to go home for ten days and half a month.Even if they returned home, Yuan Cheng might not be there at all, and the two of them would not be able to meet each other at all.

It's so weird.Everyone knew how much Yuan Cheng spoiled his little son, wishing he could put it in his pocket and take it with him.Lang Bai is 15 years old this year, and he rarely goes out alone, and almost no one has seen him outside.The old butler always thought it was because Yuan Cheng was reluctant.

Yuan Cheng had eaten early that night, and went directly upstairs to shut himself in the study.When Lang Bai returned home, it was already dark. He stood outside the study with a cup of tea, and knocked on the door over and over again. Yuan Cheng was clearly inside, but he just kept silent.

Lang Bai was a little dazed.He didn't know what he did wrong.

"...Dad!" Lang Bai couldn't help calling out, "Dad!"

The voice was so low, and the thick camphor wood door of the study was tightly closed, but Yuan Cheng in the room seemed to be struck by a slight electric current suddenly, and his heart ached and numb.

Lang Bai raised his hand again, wanting to knock down, but he hesitated.The thin figure of the young man stood alone in the corridor, facing a closed door, this scene was a bit sad to see.

The old housekeeper stepped forward lightly, and said in a low voice, "Young master, go to bed earlier, you have to pack your things in the morning."

Yuan Cheng asked Lang Bai to move out as soon as possible, saying that he had already completed the admission procedures for him, and he would get up and go to class immediately tomorrow morning.

Lang Bai held the cup of tea and stood motionless for a long time before sighing: "I have a few words to say to my father, leave me alone."

The old butler still wanted to persuade him, but when he looked up, he saw Lang Bai silently looking at the door, his face seemed to be covered with a hard and indifferent mask, like the luster of jadeite.He knew that this little son was a little different from the prince. The prince might still be a little jealous of this inexperienced old housekeeper, but the little master didn't care about his servants at all—he was plain and polite to everyone, no matter you Whether it's a housekeeper or a maid, you are his ordinary servant.What room does a servant have to question the decision he made?

He is obviously the son of a prostitute, but he is condescending by nature, showing dignity in his bones.

The old housekeeper bowed: "Then... I'll go down first. If you want to order something, young master, just ring the bell and call me."

Yuan Cheng sat in the study for a long time, smoking cigarettes one by one.Unknowingly, time passed, almost two hours passed, he put out the last cigarette in the cigarette case, picked up the internal phone: "Hey, is Master Bai asleep yet?"

The old butler said respectfully: "Mr. Yuan, Young Master Bai is still standing at the door of your study."

Yuan Cheng slipped his hand, and the phone fell onto the table with a snap.He picked up the phone abruptly and hung it up vigorously, then got up abruptly, and opened the door of the study all at once.

The door panel was slammed open with a whoosh, brushing the young man's fine hair from his sideburns.However, Lang Bai's face was still very calm, as if he didn't wait at the door for two hours at all, but just knocked on the door twice and then the door opened by itself.

"..." Yuan Cheng looked down at him, and after a while he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lang Bai lowered his head, the tea in his hand was already freezing, "...I'll make you another cup first."

"Stop!" Yuan Cheng stopped him, and when Lang Bai turned his head, Yuan Cheng suddenly snatched the tea tray from his hand, took a sip of the cold cup of tea, and then threw the expensive porcelain cup on the table.This series of actions was a bit rough, Lang Bai opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just lowered his eyelashes: "Then, Dad, I'm going to sleep."

Yuan Cheng watched him turn around, he seemed to be standing in a hesitant posture, and his profile was thin and lonely.Lang Bai's eyes gave him a feeling of affection and reluctance, as if this child was very reluctant to leave his father.

At that moment, Yuan Cheng almost wanted to reach out his hand to stop him, pick him up by the waist and carry him back, lock him up, and imprison him by his side.

"Oh, and, Dad." Lang Bai suddenly turned his head and looked into Yuan Cheng's eyes, "When I'm not at home, you should smoke less, the last few sips especially... Forget it, even if I'm not here, you should Someone will remind you."

He bowed his head to Yuan Cheng, turned around and walked away slowly.

Yuan Cheng stood at the door of the study all the time, watching his youngest son walk away step by step until he disappeared at the end of the long, richly carpeted and ornately decorated corridor.

This man, who has spent half his life in the shadow of swords and swords, unexpectedly had an extremely subtle illusion in a trance.It was as if he was being loved, but that kind of love was not purely a father-son relationship, it seemed to include something else.

This illusion made him sink into it, knowing that it was a pool of deep water, but he still couldn't help but indulge himself to sink.

Yuan Cheng took a long breath, and let it out slowly and thoroughly.He has stood at the pinnacle of power and struggle for so many years, Lang Bai is just a child, and he can always see the child's mind at a glance.In fact, how could Lang Bai be reluctant to leave home? For him, home is a cage made of gold. Although it is rich and magnificent, the wealth and magnificence do not belong to him, but belong to his father Yuan Cheng.The kid wanted something that was truly his own.He couldn't get these things from the small world of Yuan's main house, he could only look for them outside, where his father couldn't see, and slowly build and weave his own network of influence.

Are you kidding me, the young master of the Yuan family.There should be only a few people rushing to make friends with him.

Maybe he is actually very happy to be able to leave this home...

Yuan Cheng stared at the end of the corridor, and suddenly the old butler whispered from the side: "Mr. Yuan..."

Yuan Cheng was slightly startled, only to realize that his hands were gripping the door tightly, with such force that his nails had sunk deeply into the solid wood door frame, leaving a few clear marks.

"It's okay." He let go of his hand with a cold face, without even looking at it: "This little pain...is nothing!"