Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

However, Ian seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stopped talking, and returned to the indifferent look of Ai before.

The old butler didn't say anything about this sudden change, as if he was used to it.

Soon, they returned to the villa, and Minster was already sitting in the living room waiting for them.

The moment the butler saw Minster, he wondered why the Duke would suddenly come back so early.

Ian glanced back at the old butler, just to signal him not to talk nonsense.

The old butler nodded calmly. He has taken care of Ian for so long, so he naturally knows what their young master means.

But the duke was not so easy to fool, the old butler could only follow behind Ian tremblingly.

Ian walked over with a blank expression, like an emotionless marionette.

Minster seemed to have gotten used to the father-son relationship, and didn't care about Ian's attitude towards him.

"Going out today?"

Minster asked.

Ian nodded.

"What have you been doing during this time?"

The old butler paused, and finally asked what he was most afraid of.

But Ian said to Minster very calmly: "Recently, I am going to draw a picture for my mother. When the picture is finished, I can show it to my father."

In fact, Minster didn't like having his late wife mentioned in front of him, it made him suffer a lot.

But since it was his own son who mentioned this now, he naturally couldn't say anything.

Ian sat obediently beside Minster, neither noisy nor noisy, very quiet.

But Minster somewhat missed his lively and cheerful son, even the Ian who was angry with him back then.

Now Ian seems to be respectful and polite to him, but his heart is too far away.

Thinking of this, Minster suddenly felt a little sad, this feeling was very bad, at least for a moment he felt a little suffocated.

"So what are you going to do today?"

Minster asked.

The butler looked at Ian, he wanted to see the little master's reaction.

Seeing that Ian was kind, he lied directly without blinking his glasses.

"Going out for a stroll, the streets of Rome are very lively, but unfortunately I can only see it in the car."

When Minster heard that Ian had actually entered the urban area and even ran to the busiest place, he subconsciously glanced at the butler.

The butler immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Minster.

Ian naturally saw the actions of these two people, so he said: "Don't blame Mr. Pole, I am going by myself. Father should know that as long as it is something I have made up my mind on, no one can stop me. More What's more, I didn't cause any trouble, no one recognized me, and no one knew my identity, so I think my father should be relieved."

Minster never expected that Ian would be able to talk about things so carefully without showing a trace, but the more he did this, the more he felt that there was something wrong, because his son usually didn't bother to talk to him.

There are so many explanations for the first time today, it's hard for him not to doubt.

No matter how smart Ian is, he can't play with his old man even though he is only a few years old.

After Ian finished his long speech, he also felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have said so much, and it seemed that he should have kept his former taciturnity.

It's just that the words have already been said, and there is no need to go back in Yuanyuan, only tricks can be seen.

The father and son didn't say a word at the dinner table. Originally, Minster wanted to accompany Ian and leave after he fell asleep.

But the little guy's eyes were dark, and he said to him seriously and indifferently: "Father, I have grown up, I hope you can give me a limited environment to grow freely."

With this sentence, Minster, who was going to tell Ian a story to lull him to sleep, was persuaded to quit.

So he patted Ian on the shoulder and said, "Dad won't leave tonight, just call Dad if you have anything to do."

Ian was surprised: "Father is staying here tonight?"

Minster smiled gently, "Yes, are you happy?"

Ian didn't give any face, he got into the quilt directly, and muttered: "I'm going to sleep."

Minster shook his head helplessly, turned off the light for Ian, and went out.

As soon as Minster went out, Ian showed his little head and listened to the movement outside the door.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going further and further away, he hurried out of bed and took out the storybook from his small bag.

It was given to him by Mai Mai. It was a book of Chinese fairy tales. He fell in love with it immediately. Mai Mai's girl looked like a ghost. When she saw that Ian liked it, she generously gave it to Ian.

Ian took out his small flashlight, looked at the closed door, turned on the weakest light of the flashlight, and started flipping through the storybook.

He somewhat missed the days at Zhang Mo'er's house, because Zhang Mo'er was responsible for telling him stories at that time, so he didn't have to read it by himself.

However, during this period of time, he taught himself Pinyin, and he could still understand simple content.

Ian watched with relish, and didn't know when he fell asleep.

Afterwards, Minster entered Ian's room again at some unknown time, and heard the child's slight breathing, holding a book in one hand and the flashlight in the other, which had fallen to the ground.

Minster picked up the flashlight, and then gently pulled out the book from Ian's arms.

Take a look, Chinese language?
In the past, when his wife was alive, because of his status, he seldom spoke Huaxia, so he confirmed that his son should not understand Huaxia, but now seeing his son reading a book from Huaxia, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. It's hard to express in words.

His mind was filled with the image of his wife for an instant. He pressed his temple in pain, put the book on Ian's bedside, and went out without too much doubt.

The moment the door closed, Ian opened his eyes, and he woke up when Minster entered.

The child is thoughtful and sleeps very lightly.

He patted his chest with his small hands in shock. Fortunately, his mother was Chinese, otherwise he would have revealed his secrets.

Ian suddenly looked out the window, saw a few stars faintly, and murmured: "Mom, are you looking at me in the sky? I have recently learned Chinese, and I can tell stories to my mother in the future. Mom must remember Go to Ian's dream and listen to Ian's storytelling!"

After speaking, Ian showed a rare child-like smile, and fell asleep.

The next day, Minster was still in the living room, and when Ian saw him, his mood instantly turned bad.

Minster knew that he was rejected by his son, so he was a little embarrassed.

"Wake up, let's go have breakfast."

Ian could only sit obediently at the dining table, take a sip of milk, and glance at Minster who was reading a newspaper.

"Father."

Ian spoke up.

"Ok?"

Minster raised his head and looked at Ian.

Ian asked childishly, "Father, have you been free recently?"

When asked by his son, Minster choked.

"You think I'm idle?"

Minster asked back.