Celebrity House [Anna]

Again.

A little "peeping criminal".

Ana glanced behind the corridor door.

The frightened child like a fawn quickly hid behind the door, but forgot to take back the calfskin boots and chubby fingers on his left foot.

"Madam, your black tea."

The maid Yunina came over with a tray in both hands. The high-quality bone china tea set was dyed beautifully with enamel and silver threads. It seemed that even if you had money, you might not be able to buy it.

Powerful family.

Anna nodded inwardly.

"Clean up, it will snow soon." Anna stood up and said lightly.

The maid was a little surprised, but Anna didn't explain much.

The wind felt a bit cool on the face, and the sky was getting darker. Even though it was getting close to night, it was bright red.

The early winter in Russia is no joke. Anna tightened the fur coat on her body, made of fine wool, and made it look graceful and luxurious.The leaden gray color is smooth to the touch, and it seems to have a bit of animal tenacity, and it has been soaked in the scent of the owner by the incense.

There's a reason Anna walks lightly, not-so-good memories.

In the past, it was to please the family, but now it can't be changed by changing the body. Fortunately, this is not a bad habit.

"Go into the house, Seryozha," Anna said to the boy before he slipped away.

The little boy turned around, raised his head, his chin was still a little round, and he looked a little fleshy, with big blue eyes and thick and long eyelashes.

"But we agreed that we will have a snowball fight together for the first snowfall this year." Sergey bit his lip, his voice still soft and begging.

"It's an agreement," Seryozha added.

Anna raised her eyes and looked at the kid in front of her again.

Well, a small threat, wayward, from a boy not even seven years old.

She refuses to be threatened, and...

"I don't think your father will allow this. I remember it's time for your French lessons, Seryozha."

The woman's words made Seryozha a little hurt. He pursed his lips and prepared to leave without saying a word.

Anna looked at the child. Sure enough, after walking seven or eight steps, he turned around and looked at her aggrieved, as if he was complaining about something.

"You have changed."

"Break the agreement."

"You are like a father."

Anna guessed, but that was it, she was good at it, and, without guilt, she had a heart of stone.

Of course, if she was an overly kind person like her sister An Ning, who could avenge her parents?

"You still have 3 minutes, Seryozha. I suggest you run to avoid being late. As far as I know, your French teacher has a bad temper."

Anna's reminder was very effective. Seryozha stared at his big round eyes, and then ran like a vigilant deer.

It just so happened that the butler saw the young master running around the house from outside, and he wanted to stop it, because it was not in etiquette, and the master didn't like it, but a female voice stopped him.

"Mr. Korch would not like Seryozha's lateness. Karenin arranged Seryozha's timetable. My lord is not one to change arrangements, is he?"

Anna said, smiling, as she approached the stern housekeeper, who greeted her.

"Alex has always liked languages. He always told me that French is a language belonging to the upper class. It is elegant and rigorous. Our Seryozha can't miss a minute of learning it!"

Kerch's tense and serious face softened a lot. He has always regarded etiquette and rules as everything.

"You are right, madam, it is very necessary for a gentleman to learn this language well, and the young master will need them very much in the future."

"I'm so glad you think the same way as I do." Anna nodded gracefully.

At seven o'clock, the gate was opened.

When Anna descended slowly from the escalator, accompanied by falling snow, a man in a thick dark coat walked in from the door. The butler Kerch was patting the snow for him, and then took the master's hand Coat and hat.

The man raised his eyes, a pair of blue eyes that were not so round, under the eagle-like sand-gold eyebrows, looked a little cold and serious, but when he looked at her, his brows and eyes softened a lot.

"Where is Seryozha? Anna."

The man named Alex Karenin looked back and continued to arrange his clothes, keeping them meticulous at all times.

This may be a common problem of government officials, who must also look superior to others, and now this man who is somewhat pretentious is his husband.

Anna smiled softly in her heart.

"Unina has gone to the study to call him." Anna said as she walked.

In a family like this, married couples seem to be like this. Husbands and wives usually start their greetings with their children, otherwise it seems that they can’t find a topic at all. God knows if they have seriously tried to figure out each other’s name on the tip of their tongues.

Anna stood in front of the other party.

She was already familiar with Karenin's arrangement.

From top to bottom, a little conservative and rigorous, if nothing interferes, maybe it will be like this for the rest of my life.

It's boring, boring, like a bureaucratic machine, but there is one thing, this kind of person will never cheat in his life unless there is an accident.

As a husband, Karenin was a delightful anomaly in an age when morals were a joke.

"Is there anything happy today?"

Karenin said that after he finished his tidying tasks, he went to kiss his wife as a rule.

In front of the servants, it seemed to be his insistence not to kiss the lips, so Anna was able to accept the kiss from a strange man without changing his face.

"Oh, it's nothing, if it's snowing." Anna said with a smile, and at the same time she had to admire the man's keen observation.

"You have always liked snow." Karenin said indifferently.

The butler said that dinner was ready, and the question of why he was happy was put aside for the time being.

If it's really Anna, I'm afraid she will feel sad. Those fragile little hearts are like roses in a greenhouse. They use their pretty little faces to beg people for attention, love and warmth all the time, but now Anna will not.

She was just thinking about how to inadvertently get rid of the pickle she hated later.