The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 210

The second bell rang, and a man in a Tang suit came out from the dark, and bent over to the three of them, "The second ring is over, the three of you, would you like to share the clues with everyone?"

Wu Ying took out a piece of Zou Baba's yellowed paper from his pocket, and handed it to the man in Tang suit gracefully, "Of course there is no problem."

Zhu Yan didn't care too much, and handed out a few books in his hand, his hair drooped slightly on his forehead, covering his warm and cool eyes.

The third ring of the story.

The old castle ushered in a new guest, that is the mother's friend.

In the solemn and solemn castle, the romantic piano sounds for the first time, and the mother is taking a lunch break. These are the rare leisure time for the young master.

The sound of the piano was melodious and classical, yet extremely romantic. The young master stood in front of the door of the piano room, his British-style shirt made his small face delicate and fair, and he still had no expression on his face.

He spoke expressionlessly, but he did not praise the romantic and elegant sound of the piano, "Except for the church and the bell tower, the castle prohibits any music during this period."

The man playing the piano paused with his fingertips, but he still let the song end, ending gently and softly, and then turned his head to look at the noble young master.

"You are her child?" The man seemed a little disbelieving. He smiled and glanced at the young master. His hair was half-length and rolled up, and his appearance had a strong romantic British feel. "It's a bit boring."

"Judging a person in person is not what a well-bred gentleman should do." The young master's eyes were light and his tone was cold.

"You, a four-year-old, know a lot." Yit picked up the linen-colored windbreaker beside him, his arms were muscular and smooth, and his fingers were covered with calluses. "My name is Yit, nice to meet you."

Out of upbringing, the young master looked at Yi Te, with a calm and polite voice, "Sorrensi."

Sorensi is just the surname of the young master, and it is also the name of the castle.

Hearing this immature but calm voice, Yit raised his eyebrows, his misty gray eyes had an intoxicating sense of romance.

"Okay, young master, I'm your mother's friend, so don't be so wary of me." Yite squatted in front of the young master, looking at him with a swaying smile, and was extraordinarily friendly.

The young master faced Yit's deliberate intimacy coldly, unmoved, and the scene was a bit cold.

Yi Te didn't care, and bent his eyes, "Want to learn the piano? How about I teach you?"

"I have five piano lessons every week." The young master replied calmly, and looked down at the watch in his hand.

His mother's lunch break was coming to an end, and he didn't want to continue wasting time on meaningless people.

The young master walked away, and before he left, he still didn't forget to look back at Yit, and repeated, "The castle prohibits any music during this time."

The young master's thin figure gradually disappeared from the field of vision, Yi Te's smile disappeared, and he stood against the light, the shadows blurring the emotions in his eyes.

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The clear snow drifted with the wind, and the ancient castle was covered with a thin layer of silvery white, and the glow fell, solemn and elegant.

The breath of winter blew past, and the tip of the young master's nose and cheeks were a little red from the cold. The lilies in the atrium were dead, replaced by some lavender carefully cared for by the mother, raised in the greenhouse.

The butler with perfect etiquette tied a light gray scarf on the young master, and the hazy snow dyed the boy's black and soft eyelashes.

"Master, it's snowing heavily." The housekeeper held a black umbrella, with a decent and perfect smile on his lips, but his mood was a little indifferent.

The young master didn't say a word, his cold eyes fell on the courtyard not far away.

The lavender has been removed from the greenhouse, two elegant figures are walking in the snow, the romantic artist is holding an umbrella for the noble lady, the picture is quiet and harmonious.

The young master watched his mother hugging and kissing others, feeling sentimental, blinked his snow-stained eyelashes, turned his head to look at the housekeeper who turned a blind eye to everything, his voice was so flat that it seemed to disappear in the wind and snow middle.

"Are they in love?"

"This is not something you should think about." The butler knelt down gracefully, with a gentle voice, "You should go back."

The young master knew that this person was sent by his mother to watch him, and he was not good for him except to have a momentary pleasure.

He turned his head without any disturbance and continued to look into the distance, ignoring the butler's words to tell him to go back.

The butler didn't care too much, with a slender, straight, elegant and perfect figure, he continued to hold the umbrella that didn't cover the snow very much for the young master indifferently.

The noble lady seemed to have spotted the boy's figure, and felt the warmth that belonged to Yite from her lips, but her eyes fell on the somewhat thin boy.

The young master's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, similar to that elegant earl. For some reason, the noble lady chuckled happily, with malicious and provocative eyes in her beautiful eyes, as if she was looking at the man who imprisoned him through her young child. man for life.

This kind of eyes seemed to be looking at his enemy. The corners of the young master's lips curved gently, and indifference ripples gradually appeared in his eyes, and then quickly returned to calm, as usual without a trace of emotion.

"I told you, it's time for you to go back, why bother?" The butler naturally saw the change in the young master's mood, with a graceful smile and a gentle tone.

The young master looked at the butler coldly, his voice was still immature, but filled with the chill of the first snow, "What does it have to do with you?"

"I'm your butler." The butler answered calmly, holding an umbrella for him at a steady pace.

The snow seemed to be falling more heavily. The young master felt dizzy from the cold wind. He buried most of his face in the scarf, his skin became paler, and he mocked coldly, "My housekeeper? You are too embarrassed."

"It's natural."

Young Master: "..."

At the end of the story line, Wu Ying somewhat lamented the means and abilities of this noble lady.

This is to take away all the rights of the earl, to cheat unscrupulously in full view of the public, or in the most respected castle of the earl.

"It feels like this noble lady killed the earl, what do you think?" Wu Ying took the white rose on his chest and played with it in his hands, with an inexplicable tone of malice hidden under elegance.

What responded to him was only the light eyes of the two, and then they lowered their eyes and were speechless, obviously ignoring him.

Fog Shadow: "..."

After reading this story line, Zhu Yan's smile is still gentle, but those undisciplined morbidity permeates in the blue-gray eyes, but when he looks up at the girl, he is still like a young man like green bamboo and black jade.

Sui Ling pursed her lips slightly, and caressed the young man's gentle face with her slender, fair fingers. Her eyes were as cold as ever, but there was the warmth of being alone with him.

Zhu Yan raised his eyes slightly, his brows and eyes were stained with a faint sense of brokenness, like the bright moon at dusk, "Will you abandon me?"

Although I don't know why he would ask such a question now, Sui Ling can also guess that it has something to do with this story.

She touched the young man's flushed eyes, and said in a cool and elegant voice, "No."

Zhu Yan took the hand of the girl caressing his cheek, held it, and interlocked his fingers, with a gentle and morbid smile on the corner of his lips.

Now that he promised him, if he betrayed, he would be angry.

(End of this chapter)