The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

32.Qing is still young.

When Li Siheng hugged Hou Qi and entered his room, he was almost shot dead by Hou Qi's gaze.Li Siheng could only smile wryly at this.

The child tossed about for most of the afternoon, and it was impossible for Li Siheng to walk back with him no matter what.After dialing the secretary's phone number, the two of them sat on the bench by the side of the road and waited, but after a while, Hou Jia fell asleep leaning on Li Siheng's shoulder.

Not willing to wake up Hou Jia, Li Siheng simply carried him into the car.The driver was Li Siheng's original soldier named Heizi. Because he injured his right leg, it happened that Li Siheng retired at that time, so Heizi also retired with Li Siheng. He was driving in name, but actually But it is actually doing the security of the Li family.

Heizi's car drove very steadily, and Hou Jia didn't wake up all the way.

When they arrived at the hotel, Li Siheng simply hugged him and walked into the elevator, walked through the long corridor, and walked into the room.

Putting the person on the bed, Li Siheng and Hou Qi, who came in later, exchanged simple greetings, and explained the situation when they found Hou Jia, and then Li Siheng retreated out very considerately.He naturally felt that when he put Hou Yan on the bed, Hou Yan was already awake.He has been reluctant to open his eyes, presumably he has some scruples of his own.

After sending Li Si across the door, the man lying on the bed still had his eyes closed.Hou Qi sighed, and dragged the chair beside the bed, and he just sat on the side of the bed, staring at Hou Jia with great interest.As if carefully counting the number of his eyelashes.

"Then, Xiao Jiuer, did Li Siheng show you that thing?" Hou Qi brushed the boy's hair with his hand.Hou Jia's hair is not long, but it still feels much better than the cucumber skin he picked a few days ago.

Hou Yan naturally knew what "that thing" Hou Qi was referring to.He was even a little surprised why Li Siheng would get involved in this matter.He still has a lot of doubts, but he always feels that he is not qualified to ask.

After struggling for a while, Hou Yan finally sat up from the bed and nodded solemnly.

Hou Qi didn't speak either, but hugged his younger brother hard.The body in the arms is thin and thin, but it has youthful vitality.In fact, Hou Qi was not able to completely separate Hou Jia, because he never regarded this young boy as someone else from the beginning to the end.

The blood is connected, the memory is connected.Hou Qi said to himself that this is his younger brother without going into the details, and it is not a difficult thing.At the beginning, Hou Qi comforted himself like this, but in the end, he believed these words.

Rubbing Hou Jia's hair again, Hou Qi looked into his eyes and said softly, "No matter what, you are the young master of the Hou family, and the Hou family is your reliance, and it also depends on you to carry forward. This cannot be changed. , and can’t fake it.”

When Hou Qi said these words, his eyes did not leave Hou Jia, that kind of gentle and expectant eyes enveloped Hou Jia, he opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say.But in the end, he just pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

"Good boy, go to sleep." Hou Qi smiled at Hou Jia, pushed him back on the bed, covered him with the quilt lightly, sat on the edge of Hou Jia's bed for a while, and then slowly fell asleep. walked out.

The twilight is all together, and such a chaotic day is finally over.The night hides many thoughts.These thoughts did not disappear, but were placed in a deeper and softer place.

Not long after Hou Qi left, he walked into the waiting room alone.He didn't knock or make any sound.The white teeth bit between the middle fingers of the white gloves, and the lips and teeth were slightly closed.With the help of his wrists, he easily took off the white gloves on his hands.

The man's fingers were long and slender, and his nails were clean and tidy, leaving only the rice-grain-long nails on the flesh, which were polished into a rounded shell shape.

He stretched out his fingers and gently touched Hou Jia's door, as if he was feeling the grain of the solid wood door with his fingertips.

After nightfall, the corridors in the hotel were sparsely populated. In order not to affect the rest of the guests, the waiters turned off the brilliant crystal lamps and replaced them with dim lights.Such dim lights always give people a warm feeling, rustic and warm.

That person just stood in front of the waiting room door for a while, and touched the door frame of the waiting room door with his hands almost reverently.Then he let out a low laugh, a string of clear but unclear words spilled from his lips, elegant and precise.

In fact, what he was talking about was not a secret that could not be revealed.He was just saying good night to Hou Jia in Old English.

Words change all the time, but old languages ​​don't disappear.Just like ancient Chinese prose, those ancient languages ​​will always be engraved into the long river of history in their own way, endlessly between people's occasional use and recitation.Old Chinese will not disappear, and neither will Old English.

This person also didn't stay for a long time. After saying goodnight quietly, he put on his white gloves and disappeared into the bustling night of Myanmar under the dim lights of the hotel at night.

Unlike the dimness of the corridor, the lobby of the hotel is very spacious and bright, just like daytime.Only then did he see the man's face clearly.His figure is very slender, not that kind of exaggerated robustness.The well-made white shirt and black vest, and the tie that is still meticulously tied even in the hot night of Myanmar, together with the suit trousers that can outline the muscles of his legs with music, make him look like he is from the nineteenth century. The gentleman coming out of London, England.

In a hot country like Myanmar, his attire should have looked weird and inappropriate, but this man seemed to have the ability to properly cover up his temperament and fully integrate himself into the environment when he didn't want to show off.

Many people don't care about such abilities, thinking that as long as they look mediocre, this is a natural thing.In fact, however, the man was quite handsome.

His skin was almost bloodless and fair, but he seemed to have a restrained and ascetic temperament.His facial features are profound, with a straight nose and deep facial features.His eyebrows were neither thick nor thin, which should have been the most dull part of his facial features, but they just caught the eyes of the people around him.His jaw is smooth and clean, giving him a very sharp look.

Such a handsome man, but when he doesn't want to appear, can escape into the surrounding background like air, his ability can be seen.

He didn't look back, and his regular pace quickly disappeared into the night.Disappeared with it, and the man whispered, he said,

Found you at last, mylord.

With his right hand stroking his chest, it is easy to see the ring on his index finger.As a decoration, such a ring seems a little exaggerated, especially on this simple and capable man.However, wearing this ring on his hand didn't look obtrusive. The simple and heavy ring was branded with the family's totem.

If Shen Yi was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this man was the man who appeared at the door of the coffee shop this afternoon.He naturally has someone to serve for life, but unfortunately he is not a priest, nor does he serve God.

He is just, a deacon.And the family crest engraved on that ring is the family of the master he wants to serve for life.His master did not belong to this family before, and he had no connection with this family after that, but it was all he could find.

Regardless of whether the person is in a foreign country or not, and whether the person is dead or alive, he will eventually find him and fulfill his duty as a deacon.

Because, a deacon from another family may serve many masters in a lifetime, but a deacon from the Leonkers family has chosen a master to serve his whole life since he was born.And what they have to do in their life is to find that person, serve that person, and accompany that person through the long and short journey.

This is Leonkers' deacon aesthetics, and, likewise, the man's code of conduct throughout his life.

The deacon of the Leonkers family.Their external address is slightly different from that of ordinary deacons.Ordinary deacons would be named with the surname of the master, however, Leonkers was their own surname.

They do not uniformly serve the master of the family, but they are a family of deacons in the true sense.The earliest records about the Leonkers family can be traced back to the seventeenth century.A family that has stood firm for more than four hundred years, even if it is not an aristocrat, has accumulated enough food and clothing for its children and grandchildren.What's more, at the beginning of the nineteenth century, the Leonkers family began to build factories and do business with China, which pushed their family's wealth to the peak.

However, it is strange that the descendants of such a wealthy family have unanimously chosen to become deacons, serving different men and women.After all, being a deacon is a very humble profession, no matter how calm and elegant it is, it can't change its nature of needing to serve others.But Leonkers' clansmen seem to never get tired of it.

What's also weird is that the Leonkers family has been relying on their daughter's blood lineage since they don't know which generation.They choose a partner and give birth to a child named Leonkers, so that the family can continue.

As for the men of the Leonkers family, most of them are unmarried, and become deacons of a certain family and spend their entire lives.

Such strange behavior once caused a sensation in the upper class of British society.Some people even believe that the Leonkers family practiced a kind of black magic, relying on becoming a deacon to increase their mana.However, such conjectures gradually dissipated due to lack of evidence, and were rarely mentioned.

No one knew that this remark, reprimanded by the patriarch of the Leonkers family at the time as "irresponsible speculation, bad slander, and humiliation to the Leonkers family", was already as close to the truth as possible .

Last night, with the movement of touching his chest with one hand, the man carefully and thoughtfully pressed a kiss on the ring of his index finger, and then walked towards a low-key white car.

The white car pierced through the quiet night of Myanmar, however, like a shooting star, it fell into the twilight.

This night is not long, but it is destined that some people will sleep well, and some will keep their eyes open all night long.

The author has something to say: Please recommend British style* novels, in the middle of the literature shortage.

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