[comprehensive] superior skills

In the early morning, Daoming Si, who had been tortured by acupuncture all night, rubbed his sore arms and walked down the steps, "Is there any mistake, to fix me like this for a trivial matter, is it a woman after all?"

He had just done a few stretches when he saw the thief who was sneaking up in the middle of the night, "Hey, you guy, you still have the guts to appear in front of me?"

Jiang Zhishu, who was standing in front of the fence feeding the lambs, looked back coldly, "Before accusing others for no reason, shouldn't you give your name first?"

"You still dare to pretend to be stupid?"

Daoming Si pinched his waist and stood still, "My young master is Daoming Si, and I was the one who beat you to the ground last night!"

"Daoming Temple? Is it necessary for me to know you?"

Jiang Zhishu didn't even bother to raise his head, "May I ask what your IQ is? I usually remember that people don't look at their faces, they only recognize their brains."

"You arrogant brat!"

Daoming Si opened his mouth, "Are you laughing at my young master's brainlessness?"

He still wanted to continue his argument with Jiang Zhishu, but the phone rang like a death reminder.

"Hey, who are you, stop talking, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now!"

Just as Daoming Temple was about to hang up the phone, Mizuo's voice came out in a hurry, "Si, where are you? Something is wrong, the housekeeper told your aunt about the robbers you met on the plane, and she immediately Came back from New York!"

Daoming Temple didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet, so he said indifferently, "Just come back when you come back, what's the fuss about this kind of thing!"

"No, please listen to me patiently!"

Meizuo continued: "My aunt was very angry after calling the airport surveillance. She already knew about you sneaking around with Hanna! Ah Si, you really have a trick. You took down the white swan without making a sound. You Are you serious? I was going to bless you, but Sister Zhuang said that Auntie has decided to personally arrest you..."

"Ah, why didn't you say such important news earlier?!"

Daoming Temple didn't even have time to turn off the phone, so he ran into the house, "Han Anna, come with me!"

"Why are you in a hurry?"

While combing his hair, Song Ci looked at the young master who was breathing unsteadily in the vanity mirror, "I haven't had breakfast yet, where are we going?"

"Stop talking, just come with me!"

Randomly stuffing a few clothes into the backpack, Daoming Si said anxiously: "I don't want anything else, it's too late!"

Just at this time, there was a huge roar in the distant sky. Daoming Temple leaned out of the window and saw a helicopter with the family crest of Daoming gradually appearing in sight.

"Damn it, if you let me know who dares to fly a plane to chase after this young master!"

Daoming Si held the woman who was still dressing up with one hand, and picked up the sleepy Han Baobao with the other, and rushed towards the woodland on the edge of the pasture like the wind.

"Master, don't make unnecessary resistance anymore, surrender quickly!"

On the helicopter that was slowly approaching, an Abel with a very magnetic voice shouted in the air: "Madam is by my side now, she promises that as long as you come back obediently, you and Miss Han will not be embarrassed!"

Recalling the scenes I saw on the surveillance, the young master who was pampered and spoiled since childhood not only had to squeeze the train, but also walked so far barefoot, the housekeeper felt like a knife cut his heart, "Master, Madam misses you very much, and the housekeeper also I miss you very much, if there is anything you can't sit down and discuss, don't be stubborn anymore!"

The branches in the woods scratched his body and it was painful and itchy, and even his hair was torn crooked by accident. Daoming Si, who had never been in such a predicament, turned back angrily and shouted: "The devil believes what the old witch said, and I don't believe it!" I will not surrender!"

"Dao Ming Si, do you know that you have exposed your target?"

Song Ci put his hands together and looked back at the helicopter that was chasing after him, "Your mother misses you, so go back, why do you call her an old witch!"

"Because she was an old witch!"

Daoming Si smiled sadly, "She never gives people a chance to choose, as long as it is something she decides, no one can change it. Neither I nor the old sister are qualified to 'say no', so I can only follow along. The life trajectory she arranged is moving forward."

It was the first time Song Ci saw the energetic young master showing another expression, "But aren't you the heir of the Daoming family? If you can't even make decisions for yourself, then the status of this heir will become worthless." Is it worth it? I always feel that both power and money serve people, how could they turn into heavy shackles, isn't this putting the cart before the horse?"

"Yes, you woman really have a good heart!"

Daoming Temple tore off the headband that covered his eyes, "So I made up my mind a long time ago, I will never obey the old witch's arrangement to marry a man I don't love like my sister!"

"It's not your turn to marry a man, right?"

Song Ci looked around the unfamiliar environment, "The most important thing is, don't you think we ran too far, did you see the warning sign just now?"

"What brand, how can I be in the mood to look at those boring things?"

Daoming Si took a breath while supporting the tree trunk, "Fortunately, the leaves here are thick enough, it will take a long time for the butler to send someone to chase after him."

"Dao Ming Si, don't talk..."

Song Ci pointed to a wild bee that landed on the disheveled sunflower, "'Be careful of bees and poisonous snakes.'"

"What, viper?!"

Daoming Si slapped his hands and feet in a panic, "Where is it, is it on me? Ah, it hurts so much!"

"I told you not to move! Why are you disobedient!"

Catching Han Baobao who had woken up a long time ago, Song Ci stared at the young master's blushing and swollen forehead speechlessly, "A wild bee landed on your hair just now..."

"Of course I know!"

As soon as Daoming Si touched the wound, he hissed in pain, "You woman, do you have any sympathy? You are still laughing when you see someone hurt! Who is it for me to get to this point!"

"In order not to marry a man I don't like!"

Song Ci deliberately embarrassed him, "Okay, don't touch the wound with your fingers, it's easy to get infected. Let me help you see if there is any poisonous needle left in it."

Looking at the gradually enlarged face, Daoming Si suddenly felt his heart beating violently, and he didn't know where to put his hands. In the end, he could only obediently put his back behind his back like a primary school student.

Pretending not to see the blushing young master Chunqing, Song Ci dipped some ointment on his little finger to cover the red envelope between his eyebrows, "Fortunately, the swelling will subside soon after applying the ointment."

"Cough, your ointment is quite effective..."

Daoming Si, who had nothing to say, took a few steps on the spot, "My feet don't hurt after just one night."

"Shancai also said so."

Song Ci put Han Baobao in a backpack, and now she has a young master who was stung by a bee. She doesn't want another puppy bitten by a poisonous snake, "What should I do now? Are you really going to spend the night in the woods?" ?"

"So what, it's not like I haven't camped before!"

Daoming Si used a hair band to cover the wound that was so stupid without looking at it, "No matter what, I should let my mother know my attitude!"

"Then I can only risk my life to accompany the gentleman."

Song Ci squatted down and tightened his trousers, "This kind of mountain forest usually has water sources and wild fruits. We might as well go inside, maybe we can catch fish to eat."

"Are you really willing to accompany me?"

Daoming Si smiled foolishly, "Don't worry, I'm also very good at camping, and I won't let you and Baby Han go hungry or cold!"

Song Ci didn't expose that the young master said that he was good at what he said was reasonably arranged by the servants and bodyguards, "Don't focus on talking, pay attention to your feet."

The stuffy woods were as unbearable as a steamer. The two chose the place with the most birdsong as a guide, and quickly walked through the endless greenery.

The hunting team came slower than expected. Thanks to the little squirrels that were active in the treetops, Song Ci found several fruit trees of different years, and brought the fruits that had been eaten by insects to the thirsty and hungry adults. Master eat.

Daoming Si looked at the fruit in his hand with disgust, "There are wormholes on it, what if you find something sticky in the middle of eating, isn't that disgusting?"

"I hate it, then you should be hungry."

Song Ci ignored him, just looked at the target and shook the pebbles tied to the shoelaces, and with a light throw, the fruit tree hanging from the wild fruit was interrupted, "I guess your bodyguards will definitely carry it with them. A lot of food is given to you, and you will eat it in a few hours at most, so you really don’t have to force yourself.”

"I didn't say no to eating..."

Daoming Temple stared at the wormhole the size of a needle eye for a long time, and after a lot of luck, he shouted, "I ate it, I really ate it!"

I don't know how this young master grew up, but he bit down on the wormhole stupidly, and just included the worm in his mouth.

When that sour and weird taste came to the tip of his tongue, Daoming Si hurriedly ran to the side and poohed repeatedly: "What the hell is this, it is simply a nightmare!"

After living for so many years, even though Song Ci was used to seeing all kinds of beings, he would never have imagined that there would be such a heinously innocent guy in the world, "You have to change the way you bite, how can you eat insects even though you know them! "

"Stop talking about it, it's disgusting, okay?"

Daoming Si was furious, "It's all the fault of those four psychopaths, they hijacked the plane without their troubles, we would have already enjoyed our vacation in Paris at this time, so why worry about such trivial things!"

Song Ci picked up the artificially cleaned fruit and fed it to Baby Han, "Then you let them go?"

"They themselves said that there are still people waiting to eat at home. If I call the police, won't it be equal to indirect harm to others?"

Daoming Si squatted on the ground in frustration, "Besides, they didn't really hurt anyone, so why bother."

Song Ci sat beside him, "But have you ever thought about what if they lied to you?"

"how is this possible!"

Daoming Temple was a little angry when he heard the words, "I am the number one Daoming Temple in the world, who dares to lie to me?! You woman, don't always look down on me, okay?"

Before turning his head, he smelled a faint sweet aroma, "What smells so good, did those people find it?"

"Fool, it's sun cake!"

Song Ci held up the snack that had been torn open, "I just found it in the lower layer of the backpack. Is it lucky?"

Daoming Si glanced suspiciously at the half-full backpack, "Strange, did I put anything to eat?"

"It was in such a hurry at the time, who knew what you grabbed and came in."

Avoiding Han Baobao's small tongue, Song Ci passed the sun cake forward, "Here, Grandpa, I'll eat it for you."

"Why leave me alone, am I that weak?"

Daoming Temple measured the sun cake and broke it crookedly into three portions, "Didn't you say there is still fish to eat? I only need one piece."

After several hours of traveling through the dense forest, Daoming Temple's clean and tidy palms were stained with a lot of turpentine and green moss, and there were many red wear marks intertwined among them, so it was naturally not good to see.

But even such a hand, holding a small piece of pie crust with white fillings, can actually give people the illusion of being precious and precious.

Song Ci stared at the palm of the young master's hand for a long time, until he saw the embarrassment on his face, he took a small piece of sun cake and chewed it slowly in his mouth, savoring the crispy, sweet and greasy taste.

"I didn't expect that even this cheap food would become delicious when I was hungry..."

Daoming Si ate his piece of cake, his eyes flicked here and there, "When I get back to Taipei, I will go to the hypermarket at home to see if there are similar grandpa and grandpa cakes, and buy them for you to eat..."

Song Ci smiled and said nothing, got up to pick up dry firewood.

"What are you doing, don't we still have to continue fleeing?"

Daoming Si asked puzzledly: "Why do you want to dig a hole in the ground?"

Song Ci tapped his acupuncture points, "Sit obediently for a while, it will be over soon."

"Hey, you woman, why are you here to teach me again? I didn't do anything wrong!"

Seeing the bonfire ignited, Daoming Temple was really anxious, "Why do you make up your own mind, did I say you want to go back?"

"Daoming Temple, stop making trouble."

Song Ci comforted Han Baobao, who was retreating again and again, "You know you can't escape far, why do you still do useless work? It's better to face reality earlier."

"What do you mean, are you going to get cold feet?"

Daoming Temple said angrily: "I admit, I look at you a little differently, but we haven't even held hands. You clearly promised me to fight to the end with me, how can you just give up without doing anything?! "

"Please, look at it with admiration!"

Song Ci curled up his fingers and pressed circles on his eye sockets, "How do you look after your eyes are cut off?"

"Stop rambling, why bother about such trivial matters!"

The sudden close contact made Daoming Temple's cheeks blush again, "Actually, you really like me, young master, don't you? Otherwise, why would you take care of me so caringly and still live in the same room with me? Although your I'm a little older, and the family doesn't have much money, but don't underestimate yourself, as long as I love you, you'll have everything... Hey, it hurts, why are you hitting someone again?!"

Song Ci withdrew his finger that was intentionally picking on the lump, "Don't think that you can show off your power by using an idiom once in a while, and you're underestimating yourself." You get married!"

At this time, there was a sound of running rapidly in the woods, and soon a group of bodyguards in black with live ammunition came to the two of them.

"Master."

The leading man in sunglasses bowed to Daoming Temple who had just regained his freedom, "Madam is waiting to see you at the hotel."

"I'm not a child of the Qiao family, why make such a big fight, it's embarrassing!"

Daoming Si pointed to the fire and ordered: "You stay and put out the bonfire, I will go by myself!"

No matter how dawdling Daoming Temple was, the pastures surrounding the homestay still appeared at the edge of the forest.

A helicopter was parked in the open space, and Jiang Wanli and his son were invited to sit in the lobby temporarily by the anti-customer lady.

"Anna..."

Jiang Wanli sighed. He never expected that his neighbor would be so bold that he would abduct the young master of the Daoming Consortium and run away from home after going to the Noble Academy to teach a dance.

He looked at the accompanying bodyguards who were more complicated than tourists, "Be careful yourself."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Jiang, to cause you so much trouble for my private affairs."

Things are unpredictable. Before this trip, Song Ci also never imagined that he would get involved with a young master who was full of jokes and full of energy, "Please don't worry, I think we will leave soon."

No one is more comfortable than her in beating mandarin ducks with sticks, and it doesn't feel bad to try to stand on the other end of the stick now.

The guest room on the second floor is still the same as when the owner left in a hurry, but there is a domineering lady on the sofa in the middle, the real ruler of the Daoming Consortium, Daoming Feng.

"Ah Si, you really let me down."

Daoming Feng got up slowly and said: "You really should take a good look at your current appearance, what else looks like the heir of our Daoming family?!"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me being like this!"

Daoming Temple tugged on the grandfather's cultural shirt, "Could it be that you can't recognize your son after I changed into a cheap one? It's no wonder that a mother who values ​​fame and fortune more than family affection will care about herself Is it your child? Maybe you only saw me when I was born? Because you finally gave birth to a dream heir for the Daoming family!"

"Si, do you want to rebel!"

Daoming Feng pointed at another participant at the scene and reprimanded in a cold voice: "You are my son, how can you like a woman who has nothing and is notorious? Are you going to tie the Daoming Financial Group to the rack of shame and make yourself Become a laughing stock in the eyes of others?! I will never allow you to do this!!"

"Yes, I like Anna, so what?!"

Daoming Temple suddenly grabbed the woman's hand and raised it up in a demonstration, "Since you were young, you only said this and that. Have you ever asked me what I really want? It doesn't matter if you don't know, I am now I can tell you that Anna is the woman of my dreams! I like her, I like her inexplicably! Every time I see her, I feel happy, even if I don’t do anything, I just look at her quietly. Satisfaction! This feeling cannot be replaced by any money or power! You may say that I am impulsive, but if I can meet someone who makes me willing to give everything to like, so what if I am impulsive and willful?! At least I I won’t regret missing this person in the future!”

"You are dreaming!"

Daoming Feng sneered and said, "As long as I'm still alive, the name Daoming Temple can never be compared with the three words Han Anna, and it will become the talk of those low-class people after dinner!"

"Si, I will let you understand what a woman like Han Anna wants most."

Daoming Feng clapped his hands, and the secretary standing in the corner like an invisible person came over with a black password box, "I've seen a lot of women like you, you pretend to be so self-respecting and self-loving on the surface, but it's just a woman like Ah Si. The young master who is ignorant of the world is nothing more than a ladder to the sky. Regarding how long a man's love can last, you should have learned a lot from Ji Cunxi. There are 1000 million here, just treat it as your reward for going out to play with Ah Si, I think at this price, it shouldn't be treated badly to Ms. Han, right?"

"Mom?! Do you know what you are talking about? How can you insult Anna like this?!"

Daoming Si asked with red eyes: "Where do you put me in this way, I am your son, how can you put me with those dirty and dirty people!"

"It's because you are my son, Daoming Feng, that I am willing to waste precious time to take care of you!"

Daoming Feng picked up a stack of banknotes and shook them, "Miss Han, I advise you to accept them as soon as you see them, so as not to make trouble too ugly in the end."

Song Ci, who had been silent all along, smiled lightly and said, "Dao Ming Si, I only know now that your time is really precious."

She didn't care how uneasy the young master felt, she shook off the warm palms that were holding her tightly and walked to the messy table.

"You woman, are you mad?"

Regardless of his mother's darkening complexion, the flustered Daoming Si hastily knelt down beside the woman who was tidying up the sundries slowly, "Anna, if you feel uncomfortable, you can vent your anger on me, I can handle whatever you do, Don't take my mother's words to heart! Even if you want to break up with me, I will keep pestering you until death!"

"Dao Mingsi, have you misunderstood something?"

Song Ci looked at the young master who was even more panic-stricken than Han Baobao with amused expression, "I'm just calculating how much I need to spend to buy you."

"Buy me?"

Daoming Temple panicked even more when he heard this nonsensical words, "You said you were mad, aren't you usually very powerful, why can't you even stand a little setback! My old sister and I can live under her pressure After more than 20 years, how come you can't do it once you meet?!"

"Who said I can't do it anymore, please don't make trouble here!"

Song Ci pushed away the sunflowers that kept approaching, and poured nine shiny hair accessories on the table, "Mrs. Daoming, what is the price of Daoming Temple in your heart? One, two, or ten?"

She took off Han Baobao's hairpin and added it, "Here are the ten most beautiful top-level jewelry in the world, I think it should meet your expectations? If you don't mind, starting today, I will take over Daoming Temple."

Daoming Feng narrowed his eyes, as if he was considering whether he should really invite a psychiatrist over so that his son could give up as soon as possible.

"lady."

The secretary who was ordered to inspect the gemstones bowed and said: "Although the exact value of the hair accessories cannot be determined for the time being, they are all extremely precious natural diamonds without exception..."

Although in order to take care of his wife's emotions, Xi Tian did not say that the price of each diamond far exceeded the cash in the box, but Daoming Feng still deeply felt the shame of being disgraced.

"very good!"

Daoming Feng held back his anger and walked towards the door, "It seems that I have underestimated Miss Han too much, let's wait and see!"

"The old witch just left?"

Daoming Si, who thought he would be forcibly taken away, stared at the door in disbelief, "Anna, am I dreaming?"

"What do you think? Stupid Daoming Si!"

Song Ci stood at the window with his arms around his chest, watching Dao Mingfeng and his secretary sprint into the helicopter, "Aren't you usually very majestic, why didn't you dare to call her an 'old witch' in front of your mother just now?"

"No matter how bad it is, she is still my mother, how can I call it..."

Daoming Temple hugged Han Baobao and squeezed over, "It's you, you are really hiding something! No wonder I always think that Han Baobao's hair accessories are very beautiful, they are all genuine! Those newspapers also said that you are a gold digger trying to marry into a wealthy family , since you are not short of money, why don't you justify yourself?"

"How can I be so free!"

Song Ci turned around and took a pink hairpin and fixed it on Daoming Si's hair, "I seem to have heard someone say they like me just now, I wonder if it's true?"

"How can this kind of thing be used as a joke!"

Daoming Temple raised Han Baobao's paw and said expectantly, "So, do you want to hold my hand?"

The air waves created by the helicopter's propellers gradually dissipated, Song Ci smiled slightly, and clasped his hands together to cover two palms of different sizes.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The scumbag author feels that Daoming Temple's mother is not as unkind as she shows, otherwise, with a family background like Shancai, she can be crushed to death if she does anything casually, instead of making small troubles like in the play.

In comparison, Shancai's mother and daughter's actions are a bit like that. They pour salt on their heads and curse the old woman to death. How will they get along when they get married in the future?If Daoming Feng was really that fierce, he would have thrown them into the sea long ago.

In addition, both Shi Anna and Daoming Temple grew up under the control of the old witch, the latter is much happier, maybe this is the difference between the real mother and the adoptive mother~~

Sleeping Beauty, okay~~