He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Oren really wanted to kiss the little mouth in front of him, but he knew that it was wrong to do so. Now if he wanted to kiss Sai'an, he had to get Sai'an's consent.

But Oren knew in his heart that Sai'an had not accepted him at this time. He would not nod if he asked Sai'an, so he wisely let Sai'an go and looked aside briefly, enduring the heat in his heart.

Sai'an blinked and was a little confused. Oren was usually very domineering. He would kiss him whenever he wanted and would never stop.

But now Oren could no longer suppress himself. Instead of kissing him to satisfy his desire, he let him go.

Was it because I was possessed by evil spirits or was there something wrong with his mind?

Sai'an thought so unceremoniously, and stared at Oren curiously.

Oren knew that Sai'an was looking at him, but he didn't dare to look at him for fear of being stupid.

It's really raining red.

Sai'an clicked his tongue twice. If he didn't get along with Oren every day, he would have suspected that Oren was transferred.

But one thing is also confirmed, that is, Oren is really changing, not just talking about it.

At this moment, Sian no longer hates Oren so much, at least he is pleasing to the eye.

"Get out! It's time for them to wait."

Oren suddenly stood up and told Sian that he couldn't wait to leave the room, fearing that he would not be able to resist doing something bad to Sian.

Of course, Sai'an couldn't read Oren's inner thoughts, so he picked up the mobile phone on the sofa and stood up, but his foot slipped and he fell back.

Sai'an's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly reached out and grabbed Oren's clothes to steady himself.

Oren's shirt was originally inserted into his trousers, but now it was pulled out completely by Sai'an. Two buttons at the bottom were broken, making a loud snap.

Sai'an was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He quickly raised his hands to cover his forehead and face. He was going crazy in his heart. Damn it, do you want to be so embarrassed?

Oren was also frightened and looked down at his shirt. The third button has come off.

"I, I didn't mean it. I will pay you for the clothes."

Sai'an raised his head and said hurriedly without any confidence, and quickly let go of the corner of Oren's shirt.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a piece of clothing. As long as you didn't fall, it's fine."

Oren's tone was calm, and he was not angry. After confirming that Sai'an was standing properly, he unbuttoned his shirt and went to the closet. He took off the torn shirt to reveal his broad back and strong narrow waist.

Sai'an quickly looked away to see the dark night outside the window, not daring to look at Oren.

Although he slept with Oren countless times, he never saw Oren's body once.

Because Oren usually bullies him with his clothes on, just zipping up his zipper, and he is the only one who is directly exposed to Oren.

Sai'an got angry for no reason, why was he always the one who got the best of him?

After thinking this way, Sai'an looked at Oren angrily, forcing himself to look back, wondering how he could suffer this loss.

But when Sian looked into the closet, Oren had already put on a new shirt and was buttoning it, but he still saw Oren's strong abdominal muscles under his shirt.

Sai'an was still Sai'an, and he immediately withdrew his gaze, unable to continue reading.

Bah, bah, bah, what a long eye.

Sai An cursed in his mind, but his ears seemed a little red.

Oren didn't know that Sian was peeking at him. He closed the wardrobe and walked towards Sian with his cufflinks fastened, "Let's go!"

Sai'an did not leave, but suddenly raised his head to look at Oren. The tall and handsome Oren immediately came into view.

Sian stared straight at it. This was the first time he had looked at Oren carefully at such a close distance.

In the past, Oren only gave him a sense of oppression. He did not dare to look at Oren at all, and even if he did, he would cry.

No wonder every time I go to a banquet, the aristocratic ladies blush and look at him with a shy face. He really has a good skin.

He's the same age as me, he's 30, so his parents don't push for marriage?

Sai'an thought to himself as he looked at Oren, his eyes dimming a little at the end.

He thought of Oren's father, who seemed to dislike him, and always looked at him with a serious and dangerous look in his eyes.

I hate it if I hate it, and I won’t marry his son.

Sai'an cursed, but he was still a little unhappy. He didn't do anything wrong. It was obviously Oren who was pestering him, but he always gave him a look.

"What's wrong?"

Sion looked at him alternately angry and unhappy, which made Oren confused.

"It's nothing, I just feel unhappy with you."

Sian snorted, stepped up, left Oren behind and walked away.

It seems like no one cares about your son. Get him away if you can!

Sai'an cursed and walked out of the room, feeling so angry for no reason that he couldn't even look at Oren.

Oren quickly followed up with Sai'an, completely unaware of what he had done wrong, because the atmosphere was obviously good.

"Aju."

Mr. Ao was reading the newspaper at home. He sneezed hard and the coffee in his hand spilled all over his pants.

"Ahhhhh..."

The coffee was scalding hot, and Mr. Ao screamed because it was so hot that he threw away the newspaper and quickly stood up to pat the coffee on his pants.

"Oh, oh, I'm burnt to death."

Mr. Ao kept shouting with a grin and kept patting him.

Lying on the sofa opposite, Mrs. Ao was applying a facial mask. She looked at the small mirror in her hand and carefully wiped the air bubbles under the mask. She said to Mr. Ao with a warning in her voice, "I can't laugh while I'm applying a facial mask. If you dare to tease me, I laugh at you and you will sleep in the stable for me tonight."

Mr. Ao, who was hurt by the burn, looked at his wife with a look of resentment, "I was burned by coffee, Madam, just forget it if you don't feel sorry for me, how could you hurt my heart like this."

"Then I'll feel sorry for you if you agree to let that kid from Sai'an in, otherwise there's no need to talk."

Mrs. Ao continued to apply bubbles, her eyes never leaving the small mirror, and she really didn't even look at Mr. Ao.

Mr. Ao was angry and helpless, "That's a man. That boy Oren is confused and you are also confused?"

Mrs. Ao was not happy when she heard this. She tore off the mask and sat up, pointing at Mr. Ao who was on the opposite sofa and cursed, "Your son has bullied others, and he has been bullying him for several years. He has done everything he shouldn't have done. Father can say such a thing, do you have a conscience?"

"I think he just inherited your bastard character and dares to do any bastard thing."

"That bastard boy is nothing like me. I didn't even touch a finger before I married you."

Mr. Ao looked unhappy and even compared him to Oren.

"Then what do you mean by saying that? Your son eats and you want him to escape responsibility. Did you teach your son like this? If I were the mother of Sai'an's child, I would have chopped up your son a long time ago." dog."

The more Mrs. Ao talked, the more excited she became. The charterer who looked like she was pointing at Mr. Ao with her arms akimbo, kept glaring at Mr. Ao.

How dare Mr. Ao say no? If he dares to say that Mrs. Ao can rush over and beat him, there are servants in the hall and he can't afford to lose this person.

But he still muttered, "When the time comes when people laugh at your son, just cry."

Mrs. Ao, who had her hands on her hips, found it funny, "Why should I cry? My son has married a prince back home. Does his son have such ability and dare to laugh at me? He is so laughable."

After hearing Mrs. Ao's confident answer, Mr. Ao raised his forehead and shut up, because he couldn't speak to his wife.

It's okay, there's still Os's kid to carry on the family line, and Oren's brat is useless and I don't expect him to be able to marry a good wife and give birth to a child for the Au family.

After telling himself this, Mr. Ao felt much better. Ao Si had always been obedient and was the son he was most proud of. He did things in a more measured way than Oren.