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Recently, Han Ziye's temper tends to get worse. After being scolded by him a few times, Jin Mei dare not appear in front of him again. If she can't stay in the room, try not to be there. Seeing him coming from the yard from a distance, he slid away and disappeared.The work of watching tea was also handed over to Uncle Zhong.

Zhou Xiaoyu stayed at home for a few days, and went back to Beigong with arguing, but obviously felt that Ziye became more and more absent-minded towards her.

She had no class in the afternoon that day, and Jin Mei was cleaning furniture from room to room. She followed Jin Mei with a bag of potato chips and chatted with her.

Jin Mei opened the door of the early morning room and saw that it was quiet and clean inside. She couldn't help but sigh, she missed the young master, when will he come back.

In the early morning, the room was not small, but there was very little furniture. She slipped around with a rag, listening to Zhou Xiaoyu gossip about her classmates, who wore what necklace, who probably gave it to her, and who broke up with whom Yes, the new teacher seems to like me, always standing beside me in class...

Jin Mei has never been to school. She read books, newspapers, and TV, including the idea of ​​English, and taught her one by one in the morning. She neither understood nor was interested in the things Zhou Xiaoyu said every day, and she always felt that she had something. Suspected of showing off, she has long been tired of hearing it, and she doesn't like to talk to each other, and she sees that the floor she just wiped this morning is covered with potato chip scum, so she puffs up her cheeks and becomes angry.

Zhou Xiaoyu suddenly stopped, and jumped to the bookshelf next to Jinmei: "Whose room is this?!"

Jin Mei startled her, and asked in doubt, "Young master, what's the matter?"

Zhou Xiaoyu asked: "Which young master, why haven't I met?" She thought Han Ziye had a younger brother that she didn't know.

Jin Mei turned around and wiped the white wooden frame of the floor-to-ceiling windows, "Master Qingchen, it's the young master."

Zhou Xiaoyu flipped through the neat row of picture books on the top of the bookshelf, many of which she wanted but couldn't buy anymore, and some orphaned books were still wrapped in book covers and kept clean, she continued to flip through, nonchalantly Asked: "Isn't he an assistant? Why is he the young master again?"

She took out those picture books and piled them in front of her feet, and found that there was a row of five white paper booklets hidden behind the bookshelf. After opening them, she found that they were all original paintings with colored pencils. Come on, I don't care about Jin Mei muttering next to her: "The young master is the young master...Miss Yu, let's go out, I'm done wiping..."

She waved Jin Mei to go out first, saying that she wanted to read a book here, but Jin Mei was very unhappy, and she didn't dare to say anything, so she had to leave by herself.

At night, Ziye was exercising in the equipment room below, and Zhou Xiaoyu also changed into a sweater to follow her. She didn't exercise, she just walked around the room and asked him probingly: "Brother Ziye, Assistant Han— —Is he also a servant of the Han family?"

She asked a nonsensical question, and Ziye was doing a physical fitness test on the elliptical machine, so she just hummed.

"Then he...why does Jin Mei call him young master..."

Zi Ye frowned, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhou Xiaoyu leaned forward and touched Han Ziye's strong shoulder, "Oh, no, he saved me. I didn't even have time to say thank you to him. Where is he now? Can I go find him?"

Ziye got up to wipe the sweat with a towel, avoiding her fingers without any trace, "There is nothing to be thankful for."

He walked to the door, stopped in his tracks, and seemed to sigh, "He lives in another place now, I will give you the number, if there is anything to call, you don't have to go to him."

Zhou Xiaoyu was stunned, followed his footsteps:

"Brother Ziye, I saw some books in Assistant Han's room. I like them very much. Can you tell him and give them to me?"

Hearing that she had gone to Qingchen's room, Ziye couldn't help but look even more gloomy, her palms clenched tightly, as if restraining something: "Take it if you like it, don't ask him."

Zhou Xiaoyu was so happy that she ran over and kissed him on the cheek, and asked the driver to take her back that night. Then she said that she had something to do, and she didn't come to Beigong for a long time.

Sitting in a daze on the wooden rocking chair of the Zixi apartment in the early morning, the greenhouse in the midsummer afternoon is cool.His eyes were fixed on the blue-to-purple sky outside the window, and the paper wind chimes in the window jingled crisply with the breeze.

Zixi came out of the study to call him, with a hesitant look on his face: "Chenchen...Miss Zhou...called to ask for you..."

I was stunned in the early morning, which Miss Zhou?Zhou Xiaoyu?

His communicator was destroyed, Peter said that he just installed a better one for him, and the new machine is still being refitted, why did Zhou Xiaoyu take so much trouble to find Zixi's home phone?Did the young master give it to her?

He bowed his head and sighed, getting up to answer the phone.

"Miss Zhou, you are looking for me."

"Assistant Han, hello," Zhou Xiaoyu's voice was as sweet as a human being.

"I called to say thank you, thank you for saving me that day."

Looking back in the morning, Zixi thoughtfully went out and closed the door.

"...It's nothing, it's my duty to protect the young master..."

Zhou Xiaoyu's voice hesitated,

"No... If you hadn't stood up that day, I might have been the one insulted by those two perverts. Besides, you let me step on you and escaped in the end."

I had already said the polite words in the early morning, and I didn't know what else to say, so I had to keep silent, and Zhou Xiaoyu was also silent, and for a while, only the rustling of electricity could be heard on the phone.

Zhou Xiaoyu finally asked:

"That day...you said that you were...you were Brother Ziye's...boyfriend...you said that to save me, right? It must...not be true, right?"

In the early morning, I was stunned, remembering that I woke up in Ziye's arms every day a while ago, sniffing the good body odor on his body, intoxicated as if I was in heaven, I couldn't help but grasp the corner of the table, my nails turned white, and I used a big It was only with strength that he squeezed out a response.

"Um……"

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled with confidence:

"I knew that you must have thought of this trick out of haste. How could brother Ziye like men?"

In the early morning, her heart throbbed and she was unable to answer, Zhou Xiaoyu suddenly changed the subject:

"Assistant Han, how long have you been a servant in the Han family? Have you always been by Brother Ziye's side?"

In the early morning, I felt that I could hardly stand under the pressure of every sentence, so I just wanted to hang up the phone quickly.

"No, I used to be with...other masters..." He knew that Han Ziye would never recognize Uncle Yi, and he didn't know how to explain it to her, so he could only pass it on vaguely.

"Oh, last time I asked you if you knew someone named Chen Qing... Then, did you learn painting before?"

In the morning, my head was dizzy, and cold sweat dripped down my forehead. Although I couldn't see it on the phone, I still shook my head desperately:

"No! I don't know Chen Qing...I have never learned to draw..."

Zhou Xiaoyu was silent for a while, "Then I can rest assured, I wish you a speedy recovery!"

Putting down the receiver in the morning, I sat down on the chair next to me in a state of exhaustion. The little bear on the mural in the study was lying on his back, sleeping soundly, with a thick, green four-leaf clover on his fat, fluffy belly... …

Beigong has added twelve bodyguards, Aunt Fu is too busy to cook, Uncle Zhong has hired a cook, but Han Ziye has recently become picky, and his appetite has been decreasing for a few days, Uncle Zhong sees his increasingly irritable temper and gloomy face , reckoning that it would be almost enough in the morning, but I had no choice but to send a driver to pick him up.

Almost as soon as I returned to my room in the early morning, I saw that the top shelf of the bookshelf was empty, including the five books that I carefully hid.He felt his heart sink and almost stopped breathing.Turning around, he ran down the stairs a few steps, almost twisted his foot, ran to the back and found Jin Mei, grabbed her and asked, "Jin Mei! There are a few books missing from the bookshelf in my bedroom, do you know where they are?"

Jin Mei had never seen him so excited, the expression on his face seemed to eat her, her eyes were so anxious that her arms hurt, she couldn't help but get scared: "Yu...Miss Yu said it was all paintings. , she likes it, so I asked the young master to give it to her--"

In the early morning, he closed his eyes and almost fainted. He let go of Jinmei, ran back to the main house, and knocked on the door of the big study room, but she was not there.

He hesitated, walked to Han Ziye's bedroom, took a breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He pushed the door open and saw Han Ziye was naked to the waist and was about to put on a dress shirt. The familiar strong shoulders and thin waist made him bow his head quickly.

"Are you back? What's the matter?"

His throat was still choked, he swallowed with difficulty, and said in a low voice:

"The books in my room..."

Han Ziye looked up and stared at the figure he hadn't seen for a long time—he looked better, his hair was cut short, and he was still thin. While buttoning up his buttons, he went to the drawer beside the bed and took out a pair of sapphire cufflinks.

"Oh, Xiaoyu liked those picture books, so she took them away."

In the early morning, he clenched his hands tightly, his palms were so painful from being pierced by nails, and he almost stopped breathing. Those picture books were the only ones he brought from the United States, and they have been with him for many years.And what Peter and the others bought him, and... and their own...

He didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there stubbornly.

Han Ziye couldn't tie the tie well, so he raised his hand to look at his watch. Today, the Minister of Armaments is hosting a cocktail party, and the time is running out.Turning around, I found that I was still standing there in the morning, my face was flushed, and I couldn't help frowning:

"What are you still standing there for?"

In the early morning, I could only murmur: "My book..."

Han Ziye sneered: "'Your' books? Are there any things about you that don't belong to the Han family? Don't forget, even your surname was given by the Han family. What are a few books worth?"

He simply dropped the collar flower and directly tied a bow tie on it.

"Besides, it's all paintings, and you don't know how to paint, so what do you want? Get out!"

The angry expression in the early morning gradually receded, and he turned into a wooden sculpture again, his face turned from red to gray, and he dragged his feet out.

Going back to his room, looking at the empty row on the bookshelf, he felt that his eyes were dark, and it seemed that a big stone was pressed on his chest. It took a long time to take a breath. He slumped on the carpet, not knowing whether he should die Or act like nothing happened.