After the male protagonist has a villain child

For the first meal of the host's arrival, several chefs prepared for the whole day, from morning to night, in order to leave a good impression on the host who came from Beijing.

The servants were busy in the restaurant, and some of them were trimming flower branches with the gardener in the garden.

"Did you see the young master who was following Mr. just now? He looks really good-looking and matches Mr. very well."

"I saw it. The young master will go wherever the master goes. His face is red. He looks like a good boy."

Assistant Wang, who was standing by the French window looking at the garden, coughed twice, and then heard the silence in the corner over there, as if there was no one there.

Talking about the master behind his back is not a good thing.

Dinner was ready quickly, because there was no housekeeper here, only a temporary head maid, so Assistant Wang had no choice but to take on the heavy responsibility of going upstairs to call the proprietress for dinner.

This was not the first time Assistant Wang and Secretary Lin had dinner at the same table with the boss, but it was the most embarrassing one.

What do you do if you always feel like you are redundant?Is there any way to escape on the spot?

"Dinglingling——" is the sound of the phone ringing.

Assistant Wang said shyly, "Boss, I'm going out to answer the phone."

He left the restaurant as if fleeing, and went to a secluded corner of the garden to answer the phone: "Mr. Qin, good evening."

what's the situation?Qin Qiong actually called him personally?

"Zhixing went to Western Province?" Qin Qiong's voice over there sounded very casual, but Assistant Wang knew that this young master was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

"Yes, the West Provincial Villa that just arrived three hours ago."

"Did he mention anything?"

"No," Assistant Wang replied calmly, "Mr. Qin, you know the character of the boss. I don't think he has any impression of what happened back then."

In fact, he suspected that the boss didn't care about his high school classmates at all. Those youthful teenagers were no different from the annoying cicadas on the tree to the boss.

"I know, so don't tell your boss about this, it has nothing to do with him."

Assistant Wang hung up the phone, but his thoughts returned to what Qin Qiong told him a few days ago: Lu Yuebai is back.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, Lu Yuebai, the boss's high school and college classmates.

Western Province is a province of great tourism, and there are scenic spots and historical sites everywhere. Shen Zhixing accompanied Tang Qiao for a stroll, and seeing Tang Qiao whose eyes were bright and no longer worried, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Tang Qiao has a quiet personality. This kind of personality is not suitable for the workplace, nor is it suitable for the art world like Vanity Fair. What Tang Qiao is suitable for and needs is a small studio filled with his own paintings. It is enough for two friends to come to see him.

Before, he always hoped that Tang Qiao could go out more often, not to be bored in the manor, and not to think about him all day long. Such a life is unhealthy. A person should have his own life, not revolve around one person. Make this person the center of your life.

But Tang Qiao was not happy. The more Shen Zhixing wanted Tang Qiao to go out with his friends, the more depressed Tang Qiao became. Slowly, Shen Zhixing understood that this was Tang Qiao's way of life.

In the ancient town, on the long alley, Tang Qiao bought a pair of red ropes and threw them into Shen Zhixing's arms: "Look, sir."

Shen Zhixing hugged him and frowned: "Be careful, you're rash." He loves me so much, but I can't respond to him, it's so pitiful.

"Can you put it on for me?" Tang Qiao said in a low voice.

Shen Zhixing took one and tied it on him. The man with a calm face lowered his head and looked focused, while Tang Qiao's heart was pounding, as if he was about to jump out.

"I'll put it on for my husband too." Tang Qiao's face was hot, his eyes dodged.

Shen Zhixing said "um", and stretched out his hand. With his aesthetics, he really couldn't see anything special about these two red strings, and it was true that they were extremely expensive.

"Where else do you want to go?" Seeing that he had finished wearing it, Shen Zhixing asked.

Tang Qiao looked at her red string, then at her husband's, and shook her head: "Let's go home."

Shen Zhixing took out his mobile phone and called the driver. Just as he hung up the phone, another call came in.

It's the company's phone number.

Shen Zhixing asked Tang Qiao to wait for the driver here, then went to answer the phone by himself, and walked towards a place where there were fewer people.

Tang Qiao stood under the eaves, looking at the back of her husband answering the phone from a distance.

"Don Joe."

Someone called him from behind, Tang Qiao froze for a moment, he turned around and saw a man who was about the same age as his husband.

This man was very thin. He lowered his head slightly, and his long hair covered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly, but it gave people an inexplicably dangerous feeling.

Tang Qiao was a little embarrassed. In this kind of situation, others still remember you, but you have already forgotten him.

"...Hello," he said hesitantly, "May I ask who you are?"

Don't be his former classmates. It would be too embarrassing for him to tell his classmates but not recognize them.

"You don't know me?" The man's voice seemed a little surprised, he thought of something, and said in a gloomy voice, "Did Shen Zhixing mention me to you?"

Tang Qiao took a step back. This person's mood was wrong, like mania: "I don't know you, please leave."

"You don't need to know me, as long as I know you," the man sneered, "Shen Zhixing's boyfriend, how long can you stay by his side?"

"You don't need to worry about it." When Shen Zhixing came back from answering the phone, he saw Tang Qiao talking to a manic patient. He stepped forward, hugged Tang Qiao and was about to leave.

The man seemed to have just realized it, his pupils constricted and his voice trembled: "Shen Zhixing!"

It's been so many years, Shen Zhixing, I never thought that we would meet again one day.

Tang Qiao was about to stop subconsciously, but Shen Zhixing said coldly, "What are you doing? Talk to a manic patient, and you won't be afraid that he will suddenly go crazy and beat you."

"Sir, he seems to know you." Tang Qiao didn't know why, but felt a little uneasy.

"There are so many people who know me, do I have to know everyone?" Shen Zhixing stuffed Tang Qiao into the car, and also got in: "Drive."

The driver started the engine, and the scenery outside the window changed. Tang Qiao looked at the place just now, and the man was no longer there.

"Is it fun to chat with manic patients?" Shen Zhixing asked suddenly when he saw him looking back frequently.

Tang Qiao bit her lip: "...Sir, I think he really knows you."

It's not a good thing to be known by a manic patient, Shen Zhixing frowned.

Back at the villa, just as the car stopped, a man ran out of the villa: "Cousin!"

Shen Zhixing pulled Tang Qiao behind him, ignored Qin Qiong who was rushing over to open the car door, and led Tang Qiao to the villa.

"Cousin, cousin Zhixing, won't you introduce me?" Qin Qiong was cheeky and didn't mind his cousin ignoring him at all.

"What does your uncle want to do when he lets you out?"

"Don't make it seem like I don't have personal freedom. This time I came out by myself."