The days when I was forced to live with gentle scum

The common problem of young people is that they are young and energetic, and they are always full of curiosity about the unknown.

Baishu is a [-]% optimist, and he grinned when the car drove less than a kilometer away.

Before returning home, Yuan Qingye took him to IKEA to pick out some necessary daily necessities. Cypress became a little cautious, until he heard the man said that he could rest assured that he didn't need to pay for it, so he completely let go up.

It seems that his brother's friend is not only good-looking, he should also be a rich man, with a few thousand dollars, he doesn't frown at all.

This understanding became even more profound after Baishu came to Yuan Qingye's house. He felt that the villa area of ​​their house could be considered luxurious. Compared with Yuan Qingye's house, it was nothing worth mentioning.

This man lives on a mountain, and the winding mountain road goes straight up, with a few big turns, and there is nothing around him except tall and short trees. He thought that Yuan Qingye was actually trying to take advantage of the dark and stormy weather and kill him for money.

After driving through the iron gate, the car drove in for more than a minute before the big house came into Cypress' eyes completely.

It is a Nordic-style building, and there are flower clusters and fountains in the courtyard. As soon as the car stopped, a man who looked like a butler opened the car door for Cypress. The old man with gray hair saluted him as a gentleman and smiled. Said, "This young master must be the distinguished guest of the eldest master."

There were several servants standing behind the old butler. After the old butler signaled, they took out Baishu's luggage from the trunk one by one, and one of them came over to take the schoolbag from Baishu's hand.

I'm a bitch, this is a proper battle of the rich and powerful!

Cypress swallowed, trying not to look so country bumpkin on his expression.

Yuan Qingye threw the car keys to one of the servants and told him to park the car, then walked inside with Cypress, "Uncle Chu, are the meals ready?"

The old housekeeper followed Yuan Qingye, nodded and said, "Everything is ready according to your instructions, young master."

"Take Master Baishu to dinner." Yuan Qingye ordered.

The old housekeeper responded, bent over to the cypress tree, and made a gesture of invitation. The cypress tree was about to step forward, but saw that Yuan Qingye was walking in a different direction from him. Yuan Qingye was going upstairs, but he was going downstairs .

Cypress didn't know what to think, and when he realized it, he had stepped over two steps and grabbed Yuan Qingye's clothes, "Where are you going?"

The man turned his head in surprise, his eyes fell on the long and slender hand, and he deliberately teased, "Why, are you reluctant to part with me or are you afraid?"

This house is luxurious and majestic, with traces of nobility and elegance everywhere. Cypress is indeed curious, but also uneasy.

After all, he is new here, and Yuan Qingye is the only person he is familiar with and can rely on here. If Yuan Qingye is in his sight, he can relax without pressure, but if Yuan Qingye is not there, he will be alone and helpless.

So Bai Shu thinks he should be a little more afraid, but the tone of Yuan Qingye's words is really scratchy, and the two of them have indeed fought with real swords and guns, this ambiguous tone makes Bai Shu not know how to answer the words.

Yuan Qingye didn't want to get any answer from him, "Aren't you hungry? Go eat first. After eating, someone will take you to your room. I will go upstairs to take a shower. If you are afraid, tell the servant to find me. Will bring you. Huh?"

Cypress hesitated, but let it go.

I don't know where Yuan Qingye's tendon was poked by this abandoned appearance. Maybe most men like to be relied on, and Cypress just happened to rely on him, so he turned around and rubbed the boy's head.

"With me here, they dare not do anything to you. Go to dinner first, and I will come to you later."

Baishu's ears were reddish, Yuan Qingye's words were so gentle, he didn't even dare to look up, but just nodded twice quickly.

The old butler smiled and continued to lead the way for Baishu. That night, Baishu really tasted something like a royal chef's meal. He didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, he had to say two words, delicious.

Maybe it was Yuan Qingye's order, those dishes were relatively bland, and none of them brought chili peppers. For the first time, a person like Bai Shu, who has never liked spicy food, felt that the taste of bland dishes is not so bad.

After eating, the old butler took him to the room on the third floor, where his things were already placed, even the sheets and quilts he just bought at IKEA were laid out on the bed, Cypress even doubted whether the new ones were washed or not .

The old butler saw the doubt on his face, and smiled, "Master Baishu, these have all been dry-cleaned, and they are very clean. Don't worry, go to bed at ease."

Baishu scratched his head in embarrassment, apologized to the old housekeeper, and thanked him again.

Then there was some politeness, the old butler said that if there was anything to do, he could just call the servant directly, Baishu originally wanted to ask where Yuan Qingye's bedroom was, but he swallowed the words.

Now that he is dependent on others, he really shouldn't rely on Yuan Qingye so much. Everything here shows that Yuan Qingye's status is either rich or noble. If he behaves too eagerly, people will think that he is plotting something.

Besides, he and Yuan Qingye... are not very close.

Yuan Qingye didn't come to him that night, as if the words on the stairs were just words to Yuan Qingye, as if he had never thought about it, Baishu still had expectations at first, he lay on the bed after taking a shower , played several games, and it was already one o'clock in the morning when I came back to my senses.

"Heh, men are big pigs, and they can't even believe the punctuation marks!" Cypress cursed a few words, took the little dinosaur with one hand, hugged it into his arms, and went to sleep.

Probably because of a change of place, even though there was a little dinosaur in the cypress tree, he still couldn't sleep well. He woke up several times in one night, and didn't fall into a deep sleep until dawn.

He thought he had slept for a long time, but he didn't expect that it was only six o'clock in the morning when he woke up again.

Baishu tossed and turned on the bed several times, and couldn't sleep anymore, so he got up, washed and brushed his teeth, changed his clothes and prepared to go for a morning run.

He was on the school basketball team in high school, and the team often practiced, and he himself often ran in the morning when he was at home. Besides, he saw it when he came yesterday. The house covers a large area, and there is a garden outside, which is very suitable for running.

When Baishu came downstairs, the servants had already got up, and the hygiene staff and cooks were all doing their jobs in an orderly manner. When the old housekeeper saw him going downstairs, he greeted him with a smile, "Master Baishu, you are awake, why don't you rest more?" A while? Are you hungry? Breakfast is being made."

This meticulous care made Baishu quite uncomfortable, he shook his head, "Grandpa housekeeper, please don't call me Young Master Baishu, and don't use honorific names to me, it sounds like you're embarrassing me, just call me Xiaoshu, And I'm not hungry, I just want to go for a morning run."

The old housekeeper's eyes became more loving, "Good young master, if you run in the morning, you can just run around the house. If you want to run a bigger circle, you can also run around the garden."

Although the housekeeper's grandfather still called him young master, fortunately, he didn't need to be called respectfully. As for the young master, it was probably the rule of others, so he didn't get entangled anymore.

Cypress smiled, waved his hands and said, "Thank you, grandpa housekeeper, then I'll go."

[The author has something to say]: Even more sick and charming, more refined and scum.

Why do you think my attacks are all in that abnormal tone? ?