He entered a wealthy family by mistake

"I am full."

Fan Yu, who finished his midnight snack in a few moments, stood up and sat in He Zheng's arms, picked up He Zheng's juice and drank it.

He Zheng didn't say anything. He held Brahma's waist in his arms with one hand, looked at the housekeeper standing opposite and asked, "I wonder if you know that my father has a secret room?"

"Does Master have a secret room?"

The housekeeper was obviously unaware and looked at He Zheng with confusion.

It seems that he doesn't know.

He Zheng did not continue to ask, but asked in another way, "My father can draw?"

"Yes. After all, I used to design jewelry and be proficient in painting."

The housekeeper didn't know why He Zheng asked, but he answered his question with a smile.

This is, want to know what the master means?

The housekeeper thought this in his heart, and looked straight at He Zheng, looking at him in a daze. He saw the shadow of Mr. He when he was young in He Zheng, and he was stunned.

Compared to He Zheng, Mr. He is more stern, with a pair of sharp and serious eyes. He is tall and overall a bit more stable and a bit colder than He Zheng. His whole body is full of decisiveness.

Seeing He Zheng sitting with Fan Yu in his arms, the steward's mouth felt a little warmer. The behavior and habits of father and son were very similar.

But slowly the happy smile on the butler's face faded, as if he saw two figures who had also been sitting here. It was also very similar to the situation of He Zheng and Fan Prison at this time, but he was panicked at the time, not as panicked as Fan Prison. Laid back and at ease.

What am I thinking about Master He Zheng?

The butler dismissed his recollection with a pale face, which was simply blasphemy.

"Are you also good at drawing people?"

He Zheng didn't know what was going on in the housekeeper's mind at this time, so he continued to ask.

The housekeeper was obviously shocked when he heard this, and his body froze.

He subconsciously grasped his pants with his hands beside his legs, and tried his best to calm down before answering, "I can draw. I am good at all fields."

These little moves of the housekeeper were captured by He Zheng, and they were all visible.

"You keep all father's jewelry collection?" He Zheng deliberately changed the subject.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a gentle smile, "I keep them all here. If you need me, go and get them."

"No, just let you go. I'll just ask."

The butler was puzzled, "That book is kept for you. You can take it anytime you want."

Something for me?

Who would let the housekeeper keep so many expensive jewelry for his son? The total sum is at least tens of billions. If it is left in anyone's hands, it will rebel in a minute. It is safer to put it in a bank safe?

"What did my father like before he was alive?"

He Zheng asked paused, looking at the butler opposite.

The housekeeper raised his heart again, and the panic in his eyes was fully exposed.

"My father doesn't like anything?"

He Zheng, who was holding the waist of Fan Prison with one hand, asked again, looking straight at the butler.

The housekeeper lowered his head and said nothing. He didn't know how to answer. He couldn't say that his master liked to paint portraits of him during his lifetime! You still can't just hang up the paintings for viewing. What if He Zheng misunderstands that his father is an irregular person.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking. It's very late. You can go and rest!"

Seeing that something was wrong with the butler's expression, He Zheng stopped and pointed his chin toward the outside of the dining room.

"Well, then, you and your wife should go to bed early."

The housekeeper left in a hurry, not daring to look back and looking unhappy.

As soon as the butler left the Vatican Prison in He Zheng's arms, he raised his head curiously and asked, "Did your father trust the butler so much that he even let the butler keep the jewels for him?"

He Zheng's voice was calm, "Most of those jewelry were given to the housekeeper by my father."

Fan Yu was confused. He stood up in excitement and turned to He Zheng. His head hit He Zheng's chin, "Damn it as a gift, but isn't your jewelry very expensive?"

Brahma Prison's fussy He Zheng was already numb. He raised his head to avoid Brahma Prison to prevent him from bumping into him again before turning back, "Those are all jewelry designed by my father himself. They are now top-notch. Any set of them would be worth auctioning now." Not cheap."

"Then your father is so generous! Even more generous than you."

Fan Yu could only think of this and exclaimed, but He Zheng thought of the portrait in the secret room.

He didn't understand why the housekeeper never left the He family before, but now he feels a little better.

"You didn't bite your tongue!"

Brahma Prison reacted slowly, facing He Zheng sitting with his hand waving He Zheng's chin and looking left and right.

"fine."

He Zheng returned and took down the Brahma Prison Hand.

Fan Yu said he was okay, and Nian He Zheng, who was hugging He Zheng's neck, muttered, "I always feel that the housekeeper is acting weird. When he was cleaning our room a few days ago, he suddenly stared at your father's photo and couldn't stop. I called him for a long time before he came back to his senses, his eyes were still red, as if he had wiped away tears in a hurry."

"And your father's room is full of pictures of the housekeeper and your sister. Whether it's a graduation photo or a life photo, it's all taken with the housekeeper. Otherwise, it's your father, but there is no picture of your sister and their mother."

Fan Yu kept talking, but He Zheng didn't find it annoying. He put his hands on Fan Yu's waist and stroked the fingers, "The eldest lady passed away not long after she gave birth to my sister. I heard from my second sister that they were all taken care of by the housekeeper. big."

"No wonder the housekeeper loves Ye Miao so much. It turns out he regards Ye Miao as his grandson."

"But that's not right! The housekeeper also loves you very much. He treats you like a son. It's not too much." Brahma Prison added something else.

He Zheng didn't speak anymore. After all, the butler's feelings towards him and Ye Miao were indeed more than what a butler would have.

"If you don't know better, you would think that the housekeeper likes your father?"

Brahma Prison said abruptly, leaning against the dining table with his elbows on the table, looking lazily at He Zheng in front of him.

Sure enough, this face looks handsome anytime you look at it.

Fanji curled his lips in displeasure and stepped on He Zheng's chest while leaning against the dining table.

He Zheng was not angry. He was thinking about what the superiors of Brahma Prison said. Maybe the housekeeper was just out of love for him and Ye Miao.