No.1 Puppet Master

On the other side, the maid waiting at the door opened the door of the master's room for Mo Lin.

It was a very spacious room, as big as the living room on the first floor.Even if it has been unoccupied for a long time, it is well organized by the servants.

The thick dark red carpet on the floor is spotless, and there is a desk in the middle. A huge and ancient family totem is painted on the wall behind the desk. Rows of giant bookcases display classics and materials. portrait.

Mo Lin's eyes lingered on the portrait for a moment, then turned to the maid and said, "Ask Miss Lan Lan to come and see me."

A few minutes later, Lan Lan was kneeling on the carpet, bewildered by the sudden call.

After she knelt for half an hour, Mo Lin took a sip of hot black tea and said slowly, "Do you know why I called you here?"

"Lan Lan doesn't know."

"Who was the person who shot Mr. Lan He in the alley this morning?" Mo Lin asked casually.

Lan Lan hesitated for a moment: "...they are my subordinates."

"You should not have the right to deal with criminals privately." He said casually, "Miss Lan Lan is too small-minded to impose personal grievances on official business to retaliate."

After being pointed out bluntly by Mo Lin, Lan Lan dared not reply.

"Miss Lan Lan, you will take the life of the shooter to pay for your crimes. I think you won't refuse." Mo Lin said with a smile.

Lan Lan, who was kneeling on the ground, felt unwilling, but still had no choice but to reply: "Yes."

The shooter was summoned after a while. He was a middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face. He knelt down beside Lan Lan unwillingly.

From Scar's point of view, Mo Lin is just a child of some seniority, and he is nothing to be afraid of. He doesn't know why the lady obeys his instructions completely.

"You can go down now." Mo Lin said to Lan Lan.

"But..." Lan Lan seemed to want to defend her subordinates, but was interrupted by Mo Lin.

"I can understand Miss Lan Lan's love for her subordinates, but since she does something that violates the family rules, someone must take responsibility." Mo Lin seemed to be teaching a reckless junior: "Or, do you want to take responsibility for it yourself?" Woolen cloth?"

"No, dare not." Mo Lin's tone was very easy-going, but Lan Lan broke out in a cold sweat.

"Please step back." Mo Lin ordered her to leave.

Lan Lan left, leaving only Mo Lin and Dao Scar in the room.

"I don't know what Lord Molin is going to do with me." Scar looked up at Molin with disdain.

Mo Lin closed his eyes and thought about it seriously: "What you said is a problem."

He stood up and walked in front of Scar: "You are only following orders, but..." Mo Lin raised Scar's chin with a cane, narrowed his eyes: "I'm not very happy now, I need a punching bag urgently, I'm afraid It's hard for Mr.

Scar himself didn't take Mo Lin seriously, knocked off his cane politely, and mocked: "I'm just a brat, what can you do to me?"

Mo Lin suddenly laughed sinisterly twice, and said something completely unexpected: "You are spying on Mr. Lan He from a distance."

"...What?" Scar didn't respond.

"I'm so jealous." Mo Lin's eyes were full of obsession, completely different from the image of an elegant gentleman just now, he was immersed in his own thoughts: "I also want to hide in a place that Mr. Lan He can't find, and peep quietly He, observe his ulterior little secret, imagine his life in my hands, but he doesn't know anything about it."

"..." Scar was very surprised.

"But it's just me." Mo Lin slammed his stick into Scar's eyes: "Only I can control Mr. Lan He's life, and others dare to peep...then we have to give death."

Scar didn't expect Molin's surprise attack at all, and covered his eyes in pain.He was furious and wanted to fight back, but he saw a strange radiance in Molin's violet pupils, he couldn't move, he was nailed to the ground, and he couldn't even make a sound of calling for help.

"Let's have a good time, sir." Maureen pulled out the cane from Scar's eye socket, and the blood splattered stained his skirt.

The mansion of the Lan family ended its noisy day after night fell.

The wall clock in the living room quietly struck twelve, and Lan He was still asleep in the guest room.

For some reason, the window of the room was suddenly opened, and a gust of wind blew outside the window, causing the white curtains to fly.Through the bright moonlight, a small black figure suddenly appeared behind the layers of curtains.

He sat motionless on the windowsill, staring at Lan He's sleeping face.

The beautiful purple-red eyes are like glass, and his facial features are extremely delicate, but his face is pale, as if he is not human, but more like a beautiful doll.

Lan He, who was belatedly aware of it, was blown a little cold by the wind, and woke up from his sleep in a daze. When he saw the figure on the window sill, he was so frightened that he dozed off immediately and bounced off the bed.

"Ah—" Before he could yell out, Mo Lin who was standing on the windowsill covered his mouth.

"Mr. Lan He, please calm down." Mo Lin comforted him gently.

"It turned out to be you." Lan He breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death." He patted his chest.

Seeing his exaggerated movements, Mo Lin couldn't help laughing.

"What are you doing, it's late at night." Lan He carried Mo Lin off the window sill and closed the window.

Mo Lin pulled the corner of La Lanhe's clothes affectionately, and pointed to his neckline: "My clothes are dirty." He tilted his head and urged Lan He with his eyes: "Help me change into a new one."

Lan He turned over Mo Lin's collar by the moonlight, showing a strange expression: "This...why does it look like blood?"

Mo Lin didn't answer his question: "If you change and wash it now, the clothes may still be wearable." He reminded.

"Ok."

Lan He found Mo Lin's clothes from the suitcase that Old Deca gave him, but Mo Lin sat on the edge of the bed shaking his legs with a dissatisfied expression.

"I still want to wear clothes made by Mr. Lange."

Lang He unbuttoned Mo Lin's shirt: "Only this one, I won't carry the others with me, and you may not fit well."

Hearing this, Mo Lin grabbed Lan He's hand, his hand was only half the size of Lan He, and only held two fingers of Lan He.He looked at Lan He intently, and said, "Can you make some more for me in the future?"

In fact, in Lan He's view, Mo Lin was acting like a baby to him.All kinds of moral rights and wrongs of seniority, age and identity restrained him from thinking about it, but facing Mo Lin's innocent face, he still couldn't help but miss a beat in his heart.

"Uh..." He scratched his head in embarrassment: "As long as you don't dislike..."

"Of course I won't dislike it." Mo Lin kissed the back of Lan He's hand and said reverently, "This is our agreement."

After Mo Lin changed his clothes, Lai stayed in Lan He's room and refused to leave, and Lan He let him go.

He took the changed dirty clothes to the bathroom to wash, and when he came back, Maureen was already sleeping soundly on his bed.

Lan He had no choice but to spend the night on the sofa.Because of his awkward sleeping position, he woke up before dawn.

Spread out on the sofa in a daze, today will be a special day for him.

At least before, he never expected to live in the main house.

Collateral blood like him, except for the Lan surname and the inherent land and residence of the Lan family, is actually no different from ordinary people.Although there are also many talented descendants who became famous at a young age and were summoned to City A to learn the skills handed down from their ancestors, and they have made great achievements since then, but after all, there are only a very small number of them.

Collateral bloodlines are like exiled servants who can only look up to the noble sons.The bloodline's cruel selection rules made the sons of the prostitutes proud and arrogant.

Langhe had little interest in becoming a puppeteer, but his parents didn't think so.In their eyes, as long as they can enter the main house, no matter whether they are servants or slaves, they will no longer be mediocre, change the trajectory of their lives from now on, and have no worries about food and clothing.

In fact, ordinary puppeteers are not great, they can only make expensive ornaments for the royal family or dignitaries.The reason why the Lan family is so rich, feared by others, and firmly established in this land for thousands of years is only because Lan's No. It seems to have incredible power...

Lan He sighed silently in his heart, and glanced at Mo Lin who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

With his huge backer, the dispute over the head of the family is obviously no longer in suspense.

What should I do when I become the head of the house?He questioned himself in his heart.

As I said before, Lan He himself is not very interested in becoming a puppeteer. He is so eager to take the position of Patriarch just because he wants to take revenge.