unintentionally seduce

When he walked out of the lobby to the study, Ma Zhiwen couldn't help but look back at the two people leaving.

——Based on intuition, Ma Zhiwen was sure that the young man he saw just now must have some special relationship with the old butler of the Tang family.

Otherwise, how could the old butler, who always regarded any small problem of Mr. Tang as a catastrophe, at this juncture, because the young man said, "Your complexion is not very good, why don't I go out with you for a walk?" Take a break and bask in the sun" just followed out without refusing?

And it still looks like he has seen a ghost.

The more he thought about Ma Zhiwen, the more strange he felt: Although the old butler of the Tang family might not have any actual rights in the seventh district, he was still an old man of the Tang family.He has been working in the Tang family since the previous Patriarch took power, and he is used to seeing ups and downs. How could he be at the mercy of a young man?

Although Ma Zhiwen's excess curiosity urged him to find out, he still had his own "patient" waiting for him in the study...

Ma Zhiwen pushed open the door of the study resignedly.

To his surprise, this time the room was not as gloomy and gloomy as he had imagined. Although it was also covered with heavy curtains to prevent sunlight from entering, this time the metal floor lamp beside the desk was emitting a soft light.

Under the slightly drunken light, even the usually cold and stern facial features of the powerful and powerful Patriarch of the Tang family seemed a little gentle...

--and many more.

Ma Zhiwen looked at the man sitting in front of the desk in disbelief, and then he was sure that it was not his own dazzle just now, but the man was really looking at his hand with an extremely gentle gaze and a faint smile. Something like a photo album.

"Doctor Ma, come and see." The man didn't look up when he said this, but just looked at the photo album in his hand, "Do you see that this child...is the same person as that young man downstairs?"

Ma Zhiwen came over without making a sound and without any resistance, and looked at the photo album in the man's hand, only to see a photo on it that looked a little old.

In the photo, a boy with dark blue pupils and handsome features is holding an ordinary-looking girl in a pink skirt.

Thinking about the physical characteristics of the person downstairs, Ma Zhiwen wanted to cover his face... It's over, has his incompetent surgeon finally cured his mentally ill patients into neuropathy?

Sheng Wuke fell in love for a while, seeing that the man was still looking at the photo album silently and tenderly, Ma Zhiwen couldn't bear to say: "Mr. Tang, there seems to be a big difference in their gender—huh?"

Ma Zhiwen's eyes fell back to the photo, and then he pointed to the "girl" in the photo a little dullly, and murmured to himself: "Is this so?" ...is it a boy?"

After the words came out, Ma Zhiwen couldn't help frowning in his heart: Could this be the one in the legend?

"He is Xiaochen." As if knowing what he was thinking, the man nodded, and gently stroked the unhappy face of the boy in women's clothing in the photo with his index finger.

The man's movements were careful as if he was afraid of scratching the person in the photo.

Looking at the man's actions, Ma Zhiwen thought, he finally understood why he was pulled over today.

"Mr. Tang, with all due respect." Ma Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, but still said what was in his heart, "The child in this photo is far from the one downstairs in appearance and temperament."

It's not that he said it casually, it's just that he looked at the boy in the photo who seemed to be twelve or thirteen years old. The eyes are a bit sharp; think of the young man I saw downstairs before, he behaved well and well, and told everyone who saw him clearly from top to bottom: This is from a big family with strict family education The child is well-bred, and he must be very familiar with dealing with people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is good at dancing.

If it is said that these two people are the same person, Ma Zhiwen would not believe it - how much drastic change would it take to turn such a child who should have been fixed into this appearance?

"...Yeah, how could it be a person." The gentle and light smile disappeared from the man's face little by little, and finally only those bottomless blue eyes remained, "I probably just Miss him so much."

Is blue inherently looking so melancholy?Ma Zhiwen couldn't help thinking, ... Otherwise, how could he have a feeling that the man in front of him who was pushed to the top by the entire Seventh District seemed to be crying sadly in the next second?

"Mr. Tang."

Ma Zhiwen looked at the man with complicated emotions, but the man refused to speak again.

***

Feng Tan'an, whose temples were a little gray, was the old butler of the Tang family. For many years in this huge manor, except for Mr. Tang, no matter who saw him, he would always greet him with respect.

However, at this moment, he followed the young man like a real servant.

The two were walking in the flower room of the Tang family's original manor.

Although this flower room is called a flower room, there are many tall woody plants in it. It can't be called covering the sky, but it is enough to block a person's sight.

Even the Tang family who have lived in this manor for a long time, once they enter this flower room, there is a high probability that they will have to rely on the gardener who takes care of the flowers and trees to guide them out.

However, the young man at this moment seems to be walking in the back garden of his own home, leisurely and comfortable, the only thing that remains unchanged is probably the smile that seems to have been measured by the corners of his lips.

If Feng Qin'an had had a little fantasy at first, telling himself that the child didn't look like his mother at all when he was young, and it didn't make sense that he would look so much like his mother when he grew up. .

After giving up his heart, his previous trembling and trembling disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

"In the past, others said that you will look like Mr. Xiao in the future, but now it seems that you are more like Mrs. Xiao."

Hearing the old man's words, Xiao Fujiu who was walking in front suddenly stopped.He didn't look back, stood there silently for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

The clear laughter startled the dancing bees and butterflies in the flower room. Before the old man could speak again, Xiao Fujiu stopped laughing: "Be another 'Mr. Like him, he was betrayed by his brother, made his wife and children suffer, and before he died, he refused to lend a helping hand to those he had saved?"

The young man's voice did not have the questioning tone Feng Tan'an imagined, but it became softer as he got closer to the back, but this gentle and soft voice sounded to Feng Tan'an's ears, but it seemed to be hot after being slapped severely. The buzzing of pain.

After all...it was Mr. Xiao who saved his life.

Dark regret flashed in the eyes of the old man: for so many years, he has been tortured by that incident all the time.Isn't the word Xiao extremely taboo to Mr. Tang?

Can't mention it, can't mention it!

When I mentioned it, it was like a hundred ants eating my heart. When I mentioned it, I tossed and turned all night. When I mentioned it, he remembered the child who braved the pouring thunderstorm and ran outside the house where he lived alone to beg him to save his parents...

That child was once pampered by Mr. Tang, who had not inherited the position of patriarch, as if he wanted to be praised to the sky. At that time, no one in the seventh district knew that the only young master of the Tang family could be messed with. If he went to complain to the young master of the Tang family, the young master Tang, who had always been principled and polite in his dealings with others, would immediately turn into a villain.

It was just such a precious child, kneeling in front of his door, covered in rain and mud, looking like a wild dog that everyone could kick at the side of the road.But only in those eyes was the firm light that he could never forget.

It's just that, like Mr. Tang for so many years, he always thought that the child had died in that monstrous fire.

He had had so many nightmares and never expected that one day this child would appear in front of him in such a glamorous, well-dressed, and more dignified manner.

Now I can no longer see the embarrassment of that rainy night on this child, but Feng Qin'an knows that that rainy night, those people, that old scene...all of them have been deeply engraved into the bones of the young man in front of him.

Once, he was the one who stood by and watched those who sent this child from the clouds all the way to hell.But at this moment, here and now, he clearly saw the frightening cold smile in the young man's eyes——

Today, the child stepped on the evil spirit and crawled back from hell.