After the collapse of the character set, the villain ran away overnight [Quick Transmigration]

"Huh? Won't you leave?"

After dinner, the living room is different from the usual bustling. Soap operas are playing on the TV, and the soft warm orange light shines on the coffee table with the fruit plate.

"Yes," said the housekeeper, "Missy is going on a business trip for a month. Don't worry, young master, you will stay alone at the banquet house. The room has been prepared for you. Tell me if you need anything else, and I will prepare it."

"it is good."

Shi Yu picked up a blueberry and nodded dispensably.

It's just a change of place to live, and it doesn't have any effect on him.

Heibei, who was resting by his legs, heard his voice, lazily raised his eyelids, flicked his tail and gently rubbed against his calf.

Shiyu threw down the blueberry with his careless gesture, hugged its head and smiled sweetly.

"William, you are so handsome."

The black-backed man who had just been given a new name glanced at him indifferently, and flicked the tail hanging behind him slightly more frequently, but his face still had a calm expression.

The atmosphere of one person and one dog is warm and harmonious.

The black-haired and snow-skinned young man simply sat on the carpet, his slender fingers gently stroking the shiny black fur on his black back, the light shone on his body, and the hanging neck was white and delicate, slender and soft .

A comfortable grunt came out of his throat.

Heibei closed his eyes comfortably, and his leisurely appearance made the housekeeper look sideways.

This wolfhound is quite good at enjoying himself, but he didn't even want to enter the living room before.

There are different fruit plates on the coffee table.

The fruits in the fruit plate are all neatly cut, and there are toothpicks inserted for easy tasting.

Shi Yu patted the dog for a while, pinched another blueberry, tasted it, and thought it tasted good, so he gave Heibei another one.

The black back is very face-rolling and tongue-twisting.

Then it was as if some switch was triggered, the fruit in the fruit plate was tasted sweetly by one person, one dog, you and I.

Occasionally accompanied by a few soft chuckles.

The butler quietly watched this harmonious scene, and unconsciously put on a smile on his face.

Goodbye this time, Master Yan seems to be a little different.

——It's a lot more likable.

The living room downstairs has a warm atmosphere, while the man with a cold face in the study upstairs is calmly handling business.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a light knock on the door of the study.

Sheng Xuan raised his eyes, "Go in."

The door opened, and the butler came in from the outside.

In his hand was a tray with a glass of hot honey water and a plate of fruit on it.

"Sir, have something to eat."

Carelessly lowering his eyes, Sheng Xuan let out a hum, and the bright light shone on his eyebrows, casting a faint shadow.

After answering this sound, the study fell into silence again.

The butler put down his things and prepared to leave lightly.

Just as he walked to the door, a man's cold and indifferent voice suddenly came from behind him: "Is he asleep?"

After being stunned for two seconds, he realized who this "he" was referring to. The housekeeper couldn't help but look back at Sheng Xuan: "The young master just slept, and he took William to sleep together."

The man behind the mahogany desk was cold and elegant, with a dull expression.

He was looking down at the file, as if just asking casually.

He didn't raise his head until he heard the butler's reply, his long and narrow phoenix eyes showed no emotion, and he just repeated it lightly: "William?"

"Oh," the butler quickly explained: "It's the name the young master gave to the wolf dog, and it's convenient to call—"

Before he could finish speaking, Sheng Xuan lowered his head again without interest, his brows and eyes were calm and unmoved.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses was placed on the man's cold and pale face, his already handsome features became more and more cool, and his voice was as cold as water, which seemed extraordinarily clear and indifferent in the silent night.

"It's ugly, stop barking."

The housekeeper paused, took a step back, and said in a low voice, "...Yes."