The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 212

Wuying was very angry, but Wuying couldn't help it.

Holding the clue in his hand, he turned his head and pondered for himself indignantly, touched his earlobe, and tapped his fingertips a few times.

Zhu Yan watched his movements thoughtfully, with a cold expression.

The bell rang, Fog Shadow turned his head to look at some dark corners, raised his eyebrows, shook his head, an elegant and dark smile appeared on his face, then put his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened, and followed the pace of the two .

The fourth ring of the story line.

The smell of lavender was a bit intoxicating. The young master was sitting in it, the misty purple flowers swaying, his eyebrows and eyes were still dignified and warm.

He stretched out his hand to pick a flower, revealing a section of white arm covered with bright red scars, faint drops of blood slipped and dripped in the bushes.

There was a sound of coughing up blood, and the young master looked up indifferently, expressionlessly, put down his black sleeves, and pressed his clothes tightly to the wound, but it didn't arouse him in the slightest.

The coughing figure walked up to the young master, with a strong smell of medicine all over his body, and he was very sick.

"Father." The young master greeted him calmly, unable to see the emotion a son should have towards his father.

The young master looked at the count's tired eyes, and lowered his long black and soft eyelashes slightly, with unknown meaning, "Father, have you taken your medicine?"

"Drink it." The earl coughed a few more times, forced a smile, trying to make himself look not so weak, "Your mother cooked it by herself, don't worry."

Hearing this, the young master didn't say much, and said in a calm tone, "Father will recover."

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"Is this my brother?"

The young master stood by the cradle, his calm eyes fell on the baby in the cradle.

The baby is only a few months old, its skin can be broken by blowing bullets, its round eyes are rolling around, it is ignorant and cute.

"Yes." The butler said in a polite tone, with a decent and perfect smile on his lips.

The young master stood on tiptoe, stretched out his head and looked at the baby expressionlessly.

When the baby saw the young master, he stretched out his hand and waved it wildly, his snow-white cheeks raised a cute smile, and his big eyes were full of smart smiles, as if he wanted to hug him.

The young master was stunned for a moment on his taciturn face, and he backed away after shaking his eyelashes, without looking at the baby again.

The butler bent down gracefully, glanced at the baby who had returned to his ignorant appearance, and said in a gentle and polite voice, "He seems to like you very much."

"He's not father's child, is he?" The young master ignored his words, and calmly looked at the swaying lavender with a cold face.

The butler has a perfect posture, and there is always a cold indifference hidden under his gentle smile, "Too smart is sometimes a bad thing, don't you think?"

The young master had a cold attitude and a calm tone, "I'm not smart and you won't pay attention to me."

The housekeeper smiled calmly, knelt down, his broken hair was blown by the wind, and his extremely warm eyes were full of temptation, "But no matter when, I will always be loyal to you."

The young master stared at him coldly, and the disgust and indifference in his eyes seemed to turn into substance, "You don't have to keep repeating this false lie, I don't like to hear it."

Faced with such eyes and smiles, the housekeeper's smile has not changed, it is still a perfect arc.

His gentle disguise was impeccable, the young master couldn't see what he was thinking, so he turned and left indifferently.

The noble figure of the young master left, the housekeeper smiled slightly, and picked up the toy hanging on the cradle with his slender fingertips, his eyes were full of amusement, "What about the disgust at this time, one day, he will become like me That kind of people."

"Sensible and cold-blooded, gentle and elegant are worthy of being my most perfect work."

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The young master's two-year-old brother disappeared, and the whole castle fell into a strange silence under the hostess' anger.

The young master was bandaging the wound on his ankle at this time, when there were three gentle knocks on the door, he raised his head calmly, and said in an unwavering tone, "Come in."

The butler's face was no longer as polite and elegant as before, let alone gentle. He stared at the young master, trying to guess what he was thinking.

"Madam, please go over there."

He approached the young master, indifferently, "You are not that smart."

The young master seldom smiled. He tilted his head to look at the butler, and suddenly laughed. The warmth of his brows and eyes made people dazzled, "Do you think his disappearance has something to do with me?"

The butler was noncommittal, stared at him indifferently, and frowned slightly.

The young master followed the light. At this time, the noble lady was in a high position, her gorgeous and elegant dress dragged the floor. She held a scepter and looked at her child coldly, "Where is he?"

"I don't know." The young master shook his head and lowered his eyelashes.

"The groom has exposed your crimes, how dare you say you don't know!" The noble lady hit the scepter on the ground with anger in her voice.

"I, I don't know." The young master's hands turned white, he raised his head, and tried his best to look at his mother peacefully.

The noble lady stood up from her seat, walked towards the young master indifferently, and tightened his collar.

The seven-year-old child didn't think that he would have any strength to resist. The young master was dragged and staggered a few times, and the freshly bandaged wound on his ankle was soaked in bright red blood again.

"Are you going to tell me?!"

"I do not know."

The scepter hit him mercilessly, and the young master's face suddenly turned pale from the pain, but he still said the same thing, and even smiled, a little grimly, "I don't know."

The scepter hit his body, and the young master was trembling with pain. He raised his head and looked at his father.

The earl's eyes were still ill, but they were full of calm. When he met the young master's eyes, he just turned his head sideways, avoiding eye contact.

The butler looked at the young master whose white shirt was covered with bloodstains with a complicated expression, and pursed his lips silently.

Everyone loves the young master.

No one loves the young master.

The child disappeared, and the only heir to the castle was the young master. After weighing the pros and cons, it was impossible for the noble lady to beat him to death.

The noble lady took a few deep breaths, trembling all over with anger, and endured not to drop another stick, supported by Yi Te, shaking from the hand.

"Take it down, just don't die." The noble lady gave the young master a disgusted look, and ordered in cold blood.

The housekeeper stepped forward and picked up the young master, his hands were immediately stained with blood, the pain can be imagined.

The little young master's breath was weak, and the blood color faded from his already pale face, his eyes drooped slightly, and he lost the cold and indifferent defense of the past, and now he really looks like a helpless child.

After all, the housekeeper didn't bend an elegant smile, and left with the young master in his arms.

After this incident, the young master developed a high fever. The doctor said that if he could not survive this test, it would be difficult for him to survive. No one had a big reaction to this.

Unexpectedly, the young master's fever gradually receded day after day. The butler took his temperature and saw that it had returned to normal. He took out all the lavender in the room and twirled it for him as usual. Quilt.

(End of this chapter)