little master

Chapter 43 Angry

Fifty.

The young master's father came to look for him later, but at that time he went to school, and I was the only one at home.

It has been a long time since the last time we met, and the amiable person in the upper class in the impression has become a typical example of ruthlessness.

The middle-aged man already had many wrinkles on his face, his gestures showed his old age, his eyes were lowered and his hands raised with aura, the young master's facial features were not very similar to his, he was prettier than him, and his eyes were much clearer than his There are many, but after all, they are father and son, and the blood relationship in the bones is the cause, but the way they speak is still similar.When he sat there not talking, he was still very capable of bluffing.

To be honest, I don’t have a good impression of him. It’s not wrong to be flirtatious when you are young, but when you have shouldered the responsibility and have a wife and children, you still want to hug the red flags and float together, so that you kill your wife and make the young master lose his mother. hate father.Such a young child, living in regret for so many years.For this alone, I wish I could beat him up.

My hand was a little itchy, I moved my wrist, sat upright opposite him, and temporarily resisted the urge.

When I faced him again, looking at the calm face opposite, I felt sincere regret for saving him before.

But thinking that if I hadn't saved him, I might not be able to meet the young master in this life, and I felt a little lucky for the rest of my life after the catastrophe.

"Where's Qingyuan?" He asked.

A few people with him had been here before, and I repatriated them "friendly". Now when they saw me, cracks appeared on their paralyzed faces. I could imagine the frightened eyes in their dark glasses, and I couldn't help laughing:

"Qingqing is not here."

He also smiled, with deep lines forming at the corners of his eyes: "You have a very good relationship. It seems that I made the right choice when I hired you."

Even if I don't want to admit it, it's because of him that I can be with the young master.

I nodded: "It is my honor to protect him."

He nodded and turned the beads in his hand: "According to his temper, I thought you would not be able to stay with him for more than three days."

"He's fine." I retorted.

"Since it's good—" He kept moving his hands, raised his head to signal, and a person stood up behind him, put a document in front of me tremblingly, and then retracted it with a swish, as if he was about to be killed by some monster one step later. Eat the same.

Seeing his bodyguard's cowardly look, he raised his eyes unexpectedly.

I didn't expect that I would leave such a heavy psychological shadow on others, but I didn't feel guilty, on the contrary, I felt very happy.Do it again.

But he obviously won't give me this chance.

In a blink of an eye, he didn't seem to have much interest in these matters, and clicked on the document: "This document, let him sign it when Qingyuan comes back."

Speaking in the usual commanding tone, I looked cold: "What kind of document is this?"

He was stared at by me and didn't tell me what I meant: "My son's birthday present."

what is this?To make up for the belated affection?

I almost laughed angrily: "It's been more than a month since his birthday, don't you think this gift came a bit late?"

"Sooner or later is not a big deal," he said in an old-fashioned way, "as long as there is enough weight."

Seeing the irony in my eyes, he paused: "I know he doesn't want to see me, and he doesn't want to admit that I'm his father. What happened back then was indeed my fault. I failed to protect their mother and child. He Hate me, and rightfully so."

"I don't ask for his forgiveness." He continued to turn the beads, "As long as he can live well."

His sharp eyes looked at me from top to bottom, he looked away, his tense shoulders relaxed a little, the ubiquitous coercion slightly subsided, his expression seemed a little disgusted, but he said helplessly: "As long as he likes, you , and barely pass.”

I:"……"

What's the matter with this subtle feeling of parents examining their daughter-in-law?The young master didn't want to recognize you, hey!

Before I could speak, he stood up Shi Shiran: "I can promise not to send anyone to disturb him, as long as he signs these few documents."

I also stood up, relying on my height to suppress, without giving in at all: "I have to know what that is."

He looked up at me: "Share transfer agreement."

I:"……"

"He is my only son and everything I have will be given to him."

After saying this, he left with the group of shameless guys who couldn't stand still.

I sat alone until the young master finished school, then grabbed the key and took him home.

He got my kisses as usual when he got in the car.I kissed so hard that his lips were a little swollen when I pulled away.

After wiping off the water from his lips, the young master blushed and stared at me. I felt guilty for some reason, and kissed the corners of his lips comfortingly, not daring to be presumptuous again: "Okay, go home."

He turned his face away and mercifully forgave me for my abnormal behavior: "Yeah."

I'm still wondering how to tell him about that.

And thinking about the possibility of the young master not kicking me out after talking.

According to his temper, if he knew that I had met his father and allowed that "gift" to stay, he would have to break up with me.

The alarm bell of the first emotional crisis in my life sounded, and I was restless.

As soon as the car arrived home, I entered the door with him in a state of anxiety.

The young master is used to going to the room first after returning home. Generally speaking, I will accompany him and spend some time in the bedroom by the way.

But today is different.

After he went upstairs, I confirmed that he would not come out after entering the room, so I rushed to the sofa and packed up the documents on the table.

I can't let him know now, I plan to find out what he has to say first.

During dinner at night, I asked him insinuatingly: "Qingqing, if, I mean, if, you... Dad gave you a birthday present, what would you do?"

He stopped chewing, and his face was puffy, and he turned to me sharply.

I immediately raised my watch faithfully: "It's just an assumption."

He moved his mouth and said inarticulately: "No."

I wanted to ask what not to do, but seeing his expression, I had no choice but to shut up.

He was angry.

I am miserable.

I watched him finish eating quickly, put the bowl on the table with a "bang", and when he stood up, the chair made a long sound on the floor, and then, without looking at me, he turned and left.

I suddenly panicked.

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I'm so stuck, the next chapter will probably be... over