Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

In the evening, Cui Sanning came out of the business building. She had waist-length hair, fluffy and slightly curly hair. She was wearing a black windbreaker, an ankle-length white skirt, and a pair of black high heels.

September in Kyoto is refreshing, and there is a coolness in the air that has just rained.

Cui Sanning was standing at the door waiting for someone. The cool breeze blew and a few strands of hair were lifted from the side of her neck, revealing her fair cheeks. She tightened her windbreaker.

The phone in her pocket vibrated slightly. She took it out and took a look. As she moved, her slender wrist was revealed. The right wrist was wrapped with circles of cinnabar red rope.

She returned the word "good" with her jade fingers and put the phone back into her coat pocket.

Looking at the feet, my thoughts were empty. Someone asked the master to ask her to help restore an ancient painting, which was a painting of a lady from the Song Dynasty.

The collection's age and improper preservation resulted in serious damage.

While she was thinking about how to repair it, a clear voice from the distance came to her ears: "Uncle, please wait for me, I will go back to get something."

The fingertips that were still attached to the temple paused for a moment and slowly fell down. Cui Sanning looked calmly.

She only knows one person who is called Third Uncle in Kyoto, the head of the Quan family - Quan Yu.

Not far away, a man seemed to have drunk too much. He leaned his upper body against a pillar and closed his eyes to meditate. His hair was thick and black, and his eyebrows were carved in pencil. He had the same calm look between his eyebrows as six years ago.

The muscle texture was clearly visible under the white shirt. He raised his hand to loosen two buttons, pinched the root of his nose, and still wore the jade ring on his thumb.

Cui Sanning remembered that his brother said that he used to be a soldier, but later he was injured and returned to the family.

For some unknown reason, Cui Sanning took two steps back, and her thin figure was blocked by the wide marble Roman columns.

When he left overnight, he probably didn't like himself very much.

Quan Yu put down his hand and opened his eyes. I don't know if it was because of drinking. His usually cold and calm eyes became deeper and darker. The lines of his facial features were delicate and sharp. There was a two-centimeter scar on the strong and straight eyebrow bone on the right side. It made him a little more ruffian. He was a nobleman in the imperial court, so strangers should not come near him.

Today is Duan Si's birthday, so I invited a few good friends, but it wasn't a big deal. I came late and got drunk a lot.

He was keenly aware of the gaze on the side, which was not offensive, but not sizing up. Looking sideways, he only saw the white skirt and long black hair exposed by the wind behind the Roman column.

He didn't take it to heart and looked away. After a while, a five or six-year-old boy ran towards him. His parents stood not far away and looked at him gently.

The little boy looked up at Quan Yu, his round eyes full of energy: "Uncle."

At nearly 1.9 meters tall, it was very difficult for the child to look at him. Quan Yu knelt down and rubbed his head: "What's wrong?"

The little boy handed the thing in his hand to Quan Yu and said in a sweet voice: "A beautiful sister asked me to give it to you."

Quan Yu fell into silence looking at the things in the little boy's hands, a white handkerchief, a box of hangover medicine, and a bottle of water.

Taking the thing from the little boy's hand, Quan Yu was drunk, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Where's sister?"

The little boy smiled and said: "Sister left and got into a car."

It happened that the man who just said he was going back to get something came back. Seeing the child in front of Quan Yu dumbfounded, Quan Yu ignored him, just patted the little boy on the head and said with a smile: "Thank you."

The little boy shook his head: "You're welcome." After saying that, he turned around and ran back to his parents. Quan Yu smiled politely at the couple and watched them turn and leave.

The person behind him stepped forward and said something shocking: "I was scared to death. I thought he was your son."

Quan Yu glanced at him sideways, and Xie Jiuan immediately shut up: "Uncle, I was wrong."

People like them can't make this kind of joke and lose half of their net worth casually.

He looked back, lowered his eyes, took out two pills and put them into his mouth. He unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a few sips. Xie Jiuan saw his actions without hesitation and couldn't help but remind him: "Who gave it to you? You are so relieved." ?”

Quan Yu didn't answer.

Xie Jiu'an was about to say something, but Quan Yu had already gotten into the car. Just as Xie Jiu'an was about to follow, Assistant Liu quickly closed the car door and smiled politely: "Mr. Quan said, Mr. Xie should go back by himself."

Looking at the Rolls-Royce walking away, Xie Jiuan was in a mess in the wind, but he dared not speak out in anger. The four major families in Kyoto, the century-old wealthy families with thousands of years of history, attach great importance to rules.

Although Quan Yu is similar in age to them, he is the third oldest son of the Quan family and has raised their entire generation.

Several childhood friends had to respectfully call him "third uncle" during every New Year and festival.

Fortunately for Xie Jiu'an, he was the youngest, so it didn't matter if he called him third uncle.

Duan Si is not good. Although Daquan Yu is three or four years old, he is a bit shorter in seniority.

Every time Xie Jiu'an's bitch tried to please Quan Yu, Duan Qiongyu always felt that there was something wrong with this kid's mind.

Often at this time, Quan Yu would say calmly: "I'm young, so I won't feel any burden when I scream."

"After all, not everyone is like you. Not only are they older, they are also anxious."

………………

The black Rolls-Royce shuttled through the brightly lit streets. Inside the car, Quan Yu looked at the handkerchief in his hand in silence, with a bottomless dark look in his sharp eyes.

A white veil with a golden osmanthus embroidered on the corner.

He was more vigilant than anyone else, so how could he dare to drink whatever was given to him by anyone as Xie Jiu'an said? He just knew who gave it to him.

but……

With sharp eyes, why did she think he would remember this handkerchief?

He is thirty years old. He has never seen anyone in Sijiu City since he was a child. He has been a soldier for several years and has been immersed in shopping malls for many years. He sees nothing more than this.

Only the cat that broke into his territory six years ago was an accident, ignorant and charming.

He didn't take it seriously just now, but the passing figure became more and more clear now. The long hair blown by the wind, the white ankles, the assistant and the driver sitting in front suddenly heard the people behind him chuckle.

Quan Yu raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow. He was a savage beast, but he had saved her. The last time he passed her by, she didn't recognize him. This time, he avoided her and showed no respect for his elders.

He closed his eyes and rested his mind. He didn't even realize that the corners of his mouth were raised. A sound like a kitten's meowing sounded in his ears, and he cried faintly: "Brother."

Rubbing the soft handkerchief with his thumb, his eyes darkened, and he remembered that her name was Sangsang.

Six years ago, Munich, Germany.

Less than a year after Quan Yu had just retired from the army, all the family business had been handed over to him.