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The rhythm of people walking in the airport has always been relatively hurried, and basically it is rare to see a calm and calm posture that attracts attention.

Johansen stood at the exit and poked his head anxiously. His little husband came home today, and his wife specifically explained that he must be taken home by force, and people can escape everywhere, so he has to stand here to see people. , to order the bodyguards outside to guard every corner.

The difficulty factor of his little husband is too high, and he can't hold on to this month's salary.

At this time, another group of people came out from the exit. Among the crowd, they saw a handsome Asian face, a young man in a black coat with an indifferent expression, tall and slender, with a model-like figure and long legs. There are countless eye-catching.

I saw the person reaching out to take out the mobile phone in his pocket, as if he was looking at something on the mobile phone, his expression was slightly warm, it was that moment of gentleness that was discovered by Johansen, the super worried housekeeper of the Zhuo family!

"Little Mister!!!!"

This thick and frosty voice was too abrupt at the airport, and it also attracted the attention of many people.

Zhuo Yi raised his head and frowned slightly, and at a glance he saw Johansen, the housekeeper and driver who was the most troublesome in their family, and also a handyman in various positions.Going out to another passage silently, I feel a little ashamed.

Seeing that his little gentleman started to be mischievous again, Johansen immediately whispered into the intercom:

"All the exits are ready, Mr. Xiao appeared and Mr. Xiao came out—?!" Johansen watched his earphones being snatched away in a daze, and when he looked up, he found that it was his naughty Mr. Xiao.

With a cold face, Zhuo Yi held the earphones that had been removed from his ears and said, "Don't make so many tricks every time, I didn't want to come back."

After speaking, he threw the earphones away and turned to leave.

Thanks to Johansen's agility, he immediately caught the earphones. The earphones are very expensive, and it takes a lot of procedures to get reimbursed, and then he quickly catches up with him:

"Little Mister, go to Villa No. [-] tonight." By the way, he took his little Mister's suitcase and reported tonight's itinerary.

"Hmm." The answer was very perfunctory.

Johnson didn't speak again. He knew that his little husband didn't like to go back to the villa at home because...there were too many. The main reason was that they were all in one place, but they had to listen to Mr. and Mrs.'s orders every day to go to which villa to do, Then what to do in the number villa, this is really a very distressing thing.

Being rich is troublesome.

The luxury motorcade that picked up the plane was obviously the most exaggerated.

Zhuo Yi pursed his lips silently, he really didn't want to come back, this kind of life was not what he wanted, because money is not spent like this.

In Lin Wenxuan's words:

fooling around.

Because Luxembourg is not big, it doesn’t take long to get back to the suburbs. As soon as you drive in, you can see the exquisite and gorgeous villas, all of which are of different styles.After driving a little further, a sea of ​​pink and orange flowers comes into view, which is a beautiful rose.The clusters are very spectacular, and the surroundings outside the villa are full of romance.

Zhuo Yi looked sideways at the sea of ​​flowers, if Zhao Hele could play the piano here, it should be very beautiful.

Thinking of people's eyes can't help being soft, lowering their heads to light up the screen of the phone, looking at the photo with a sleepy and cute face, I suddenly miss it.

"Oh...who is it?"

Zhuo Yi turned off the phone screen, his gaze narrowed slightly, and his tone was cold: "Johnson, can you stop watching what I'm doing?"

It's really uncomfortable to be watched every move like this.

Johnson said aggrievedly: "I just care about Mr. Xiao. You seem to be smiling. I have never seen Mr. Xiao laugh before."

"..."

Zhuo Yi's face was indifferent, it's really...indescribable for such a tall and strong western man to look wronged.

Before he got out of the car, he saw the servants in the two rows in front of the gate, and he wanted to leave here even more at this time.

"Welcome Mr. Xiao home!!"

Very neat and orderly, and extremely loud.

"My little Yi is back."

A woman in a delicate cheongsam stood in front with a bright smile.

"Ah."

This is his mother, a woman who is good at entertaining herself. After all, her husband is away for a long time and her son ignores her, so self-entertainment is necessary.

Mrs. Zhuo smiled and took Zhuo Yi's arm and asked, "How are you doing in China? Do you miss your mother? Mom is so boring at home alone. If I knew it, I would have gone to see you, but your father I disagree again, and he and I have been arguing about this matter for a long time. Your father is also back today, let's have a drink with him tonight, and smile away the grievances."

"Ah."

His father was a very machismo. He didn't like being clingy to his mother since he was a child, and he didn't want her to take care of him too much. When he clearly understood why, he stayed alone in the room and drew.

Their world of two, do not disturb.

So in my childhood, I was self-reliant in an environment where my mother wanted to love him and his father didn't give him love.

He likes to be quiet and draw pictures, and being alone is all he has.

It also makes me feel lonely.

After entering the hall, he saw his father sitting on the sofa, looking like a medieval aristocrat, smoking a cigar, with a stern face.

"You still know to come back?" Mr. Zhuo didn't have a good tone, and let out a puff of smoke: "It's better not to come back."

"I don't want to go back either." Zhuo Yi also responded indifferently: "Go upstairs first."

It was the same when I received a call from this man last time.

It has been like this for so many years.

Mrs. Zhuo looked at her son's back, turned her head and frowned dissatisfiedly at her husband: "Don't be like this all the time, my son doesn't even want to go home."

"I asked him to study in Europe and insisted on returning to China, and asked him to major in finance, but he chose architecture. What can I say? Who will inherit such a large family business when I am old? This is all his, and I don't work hard. Learning? This is a starting point that many people don’t have, but he doesn’t know how to cherish it.” Mr. Zhuo pinched off the unfinished cigar with a gloomy expression.

Mrs. Zhuo sat next to Mr. Zhuo, and said in a gentle voice: "You are too strict with Xiao Yi. He is not talented. He can pursue the life he wants. When he is tired and tired, he will naturally come back home. Instead of Now because of your shackles, he no longer wants to go home. It’s been like this since childhood, and you don’t let the child cling to me. How pitiful he is alone. We only have one child. If you don’t treat him well, who is better? The more alienated you are, the less you will think about us in the future.”

"A loving mother is a loser! Look at him now, he doesn't even smile when he goes home!"

Mrs. Zhuo said silently: "Have you laughed many times again?"

Mr. Zhuo: "..."

"Fortunately, Xiao Yi is not as good at nagging as you. He has a dark face all day long and has a bad temper. Xiao Yi looks cold, but his heart is very warm. Every time you talk about him, he doesn't refute much, and never Noisy, don't always look like a boss, you have to be a good father. What will the child think in his heart when he is so old? It's fine if he didn't attract his father's love since he was a child. Close the small black room. If it were me, I would not want to talk to you, overbearing, tyrannical!"

Mr. Zhuo: "..." Is there any?

Mrs. Zhuo looked at people angrily: "If this year is still not good, I really can't live this day. I will take my son back to China."

After speaking, he stepped on the high heels and went upstairs, his back was quite firm.

Mr. Liu Zhuo was thinking alone.

There is only one room on the third floor. When you open the double doors, you will see huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can see a sea of ​​pink and orange flowers.The cool-toned room seems to add some warmth to the beautiful and romantic outdoor environment.

This exaggeratedly large room does not have any excessive decoration, just like the owner, the style is cold.

However, the paintings hanging on the wall are brightly colored, as if revealing a desire for something, the painting style is very unrestrained, and the colors are bold.

When Zhuo Yi entered the room, he stretched out his hand and pressed the switch, all the curtains were drawn, and the room was soon plunged into darkness. The photosensitive lamp automatically adjusted the brightness and turned on the most suitable light.

He took out a USB flash drive and inserted it into the computer, and turned on the home theater.

Then he sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and looked at the picture.

The cheerful sound of the piano followed the picture, and the background was under the towering tree, and the lights behind the tree gradually brightened, and the player's appearance gradually became clear.

The handsome young man Mei Yuzhan played the violin, the smile on his lips gradually enlarged with the sound of the violin, and the beautiful and slender fingers jumped rapidly on the strings, making people dazzled.

And this confident attitude is also pleasing to the eye.

Watching the video can relieve his longing for people a little bit, but in fact, after only two days apart, he began to lose control of his longing.

The conversation that night seemed to open up a new way for the two of them to get along, which meant that anything was possible.

With infinite tenderness in his eyes, he stared at the person on the screen without taking his eyes off it.

Mrs. Zhuo stood quietly at the door, watching her son listening to classical music suspiciously, so she asked curiously:

"Son, when did you start listening to classical music?"

Zhuo Yi was stunned behind his back, frowned and turned his head, it was indeed his mother, and said a little displeased:

"Why don't you knock on the door?"

Mrs. Zhuo smiled and said, "Your home theater doesn't have a door, sorry."

Zhuo Yi turned off the projection above.

Mrs. Zhuo smiled slyly. She saw someone laughing just now: "What were you laughing at just now? Mom hasn't even seen how you laughed. Who is that person?"

"The person I like." Zhuo Yi confessed.

Mrs. Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Is it a boy?" The person on the screen just now was obviously a boy!

"Ah."

When Mrs. Zhuo saw the calm and composed appearance of others, she suddenly lost her composure: "Boys? Do you like boys?" This is definitely not good news.

"Can't you?" Zhuo Yi lowered his eyebrows, turned on the phone, and said in a low voice, "I just like it."

Mrs. Zhuo was a little panicked when she saw the wallpaper on the phone: "No, son, why don't you like girls? Is it because this boy hooked—"

"No." Zhuo Yi interrupted her with a cold face, his eyes were slightly narrowed with a cold luster: "I like him, he doesn't like me, don't say it casually. You can control me for anything, but I like it people can't."

Mrs. Zhuo was still in shock, and said in disbelief, "Your father..."

She knew her son's character, and once she made a decision, she couldn't change it.Even if he contradicts his father, it's the same.

"It has nothing to do with him. He can say anything, but feelings are not qualified."

Mrs. Zhuo looked at her son's handsome and resolute side face, it was really difficult to control the boy when he grew up, let alone this child she had never been able to control...

The next second she saw her son standing up suddenly, she was startled: "What, what's wrong?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhuo Yi's eyes. In the circle of friends, behind the selfie with only half of his face exposed in a scarf was a building he was very familiar with, with a text:

——It’s so cold here, I didn’t bring enough clothes, but luckily I have a scarf, whoever said that Luxembourg is not cold... is lying.

There is a positioning under:

- Luxembourg - Ferndale International Airport.

I saw the corners of the person's lips slightly raised, and thought:

Did Zhao Hele come to find him?

Mrs. Zhuo looked at the expression on her son's face in shock, it was just...unbelievable.Does his son still have such a strange expression of yearning for spring?

OMG...

The author has something to say:

so cold so cold~

Is there any chance for me to warm up~