The days when I was forced to live with gentle scum

Everyone in the room seemed to press the pause button, and all their eyes fell on the cypress tree. Even Yuan Chaoran, who had kept his head down all the time, looked at him, but after seeing the cypress tree, there was a little more emotion in his eyes. What I said was probably hatred.

Yuan Jiang also glanced at the young man at the door several times before turning his gaze away.

Yuan Qingye waited for Baishu to approach, then took out a handkerchief from his trousers pocket and wiped the sweat on his face, his movements were gentle, and his tone was even gentler, like a full-fledged big brother, "Sweaty from running in the morning, wipe off. "

Yuan Fengcheng watched this scene, sat down on the main seat and hummed twice.

After Yuan Qingye wiped the cypress tree, he sat him next to him, and asked the servant to pour him a cup of hot milk. Then he turned his gaze to Yuan Fengcheng, and asked knowingly, "Grandpa, is your throat uncomfortable? Do you want it?" Ask the kitchen to make you some throat tea?"

Yuan Fengcheng snorted again, "I thought you only had Xiaoshu in your eyes, and you couldn't see me as an old man."

There is really no other meaning to these words, but Baishu just thought about it for no reason, he felt that his face must be red, but fortunately, after exercising just now, it shouldn't be obvious, right?

"Grandpa, don't you want to eat all this vinegar?" Yuan Qingye was a little dumbfounded.

Zhao Sumei interjected, "Your grandfather misses you so much. You usually go home less often, but his old man keeps talking about you."

Yuan Qingye didn't answer.

Zhao Sumei didn't feel embarrassed, so she picked up the conversation again, "By the way, Qingye, you finally came back this time. How long do you plan to stay at home? And this little boy, who is he?"

Yuan Qingye was close to the main seat. He picked out a few breakfasts that the old man liked and put them on a plate, got up and put them in front of the old man. Then he replied to Zhao Sumei's words, but the tone didn't sound good, "I'll go back to my own house I also want to report to you? How long will I stay? I can stay for as long as I want, or is it that there is no room for me in this family now?"

Zhao Sumei's face froze instantly, she thought that Yuan Qingye would be more or less scrupulous in front of outsiders, but she didn't expect that Yuan Qingye didn't give her any face at all, and just opened his mouth when he said extremely unpleasant words.

Yuan Jiang's face also turned dark, and he slapped another palm on the mahogany table, "Yuan Qingye! Do you have to be so unforgiving when you speak!"

Being called by first and last name, Yuan Qingye was not in a hurry, he just glanced at Yuan Jiang with a smile, his eyes were full of sarcasm, "Since you brought this woman in, I never planned to talk properly."

Yuan Jiang was anxious, "You!"

He was so angry by Yuan Qingye that his face flushed red, and finally he was so angry that he raised his hand, apparently wanting to hit Yuan Qingye.

The cypress tree hung his heart in an instant.

Yuan Fengcheng, who was in the main seat, slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and said with a sullen face, "Enough!"

Yuan Jiang's movements stopped, and he finally retracted it, but it seemed that he was still angry, and his chest heaved violently. Zhao Sumei leaned over and stroked his back with one hand, and covered his chest with the other to give him the air.

In the early years, Yuan Fengcheng followed his father's generation to the south, fought hard in the era of raging wars, and finally opened up the country of the original family in the south by means of means and vision. People who mixed in that era were full of blood, even though he was old. , but the momentum is still there.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the air fell silent.

"What do they all look like! They are so noisy in front of the guests that they lose all face!" As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Sumei, "This will always be Qingye's home. If he doesn't come back, he will stay home for a few days. It's all up to him."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his son and said in a deep voice, "Yuanjiang, let me tell you, Qingye finally came home once, you don't want him, I want to! If you don't want to see him, you go out and live, don't beg me in front of me Upset!"

Yuan Jiang is also a high-ranking person, and he is not too young. Now that his old father said this, his face turned dark, and Zhao Sumei's complexion was not much better. It was red and white at times, like a palette. .

No matter how slow Bai Shu was, he could sense the abnormality in this family, but he was an outsider and could not make a statement. He could only focus on the glass of milk in front of him, trying to minimize his presence.

After Yuan Fengcheng finished talking about his son and grandson, he gave Yuan Qingye a look, "And you, stay well when you come back, don't talk like you have eaten a firecracker, why, you won't feel comfortable if you don't blow up this house Yes or no!"

Yuan Qingye showed a flattering smile, "Grandpa, look at what you said, how can you..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yuan Fengcheng just snorted coldly. Yuan Qingye knew that he was wrong, so he closed his mouth and kept quiet. If the old man's temper really got serious, it would be a bit violent, and the old man's health is not as good as before. So neat, you can't face it.

"Little tree, I'm really sorry, grandpa made you laugh at me." After training his son and grandson, Yuan Fengcheng changed his serious style of painting, and changed back to the kind-hearted old man who was playing Tai Chi with Bai Shu before.

Bai Shu really didn't want to go through this muddy water at all, they all said that there were many disputes between rich and powerful families, and what he saw just now was probably one of them. Seeing Yuan Qingye's discord with that jeweled woman, he might be the old man of a rich and powerful family. The father cheated on the mistress and the mistress succeeded in taking the position, and the son of the original spouse regarded him as a thorn in the flesh.

It's a pity that he didn't want to, and he couldn't resist the old man calling him by his name. To be honest, he really didn't expect that this old man was Yuan Qingye's grandfather.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Yuan Qingye rushed ahead of him and said, "Grandpa, let me introduce you. His name is Baishu, Bai Song's younger brother. Bai Song entrusted him to me when he was abroad, and he will live in our house for a while. time."

Yuan Fengcheng was overjoyed when he heard it, "That's a good thing, Xiaoshu lives in our house, and there will be someone who will accompany me to do Tai Chi with the old man, good, good, good!"

After saying three good things in a row, Yuan Fengcheng looked at Baishu again, "Xiaoshu, you can live here with peace of mind, and if you need anything, I can tell you Brother Qingye, if he doesn't do it, you can tell me, grandpa." It is your backing."

Although these words are likely to be polite, but Grandpa Yuan is obviously the person with the highest status in this family, as long as he hugs this thigh well, he will have nothing to worry about in the days to come.

So Cypress sweetened his mouth obediently again.

Since then, he has settled down in his original home.

Yuan Qingye has a job, leaves early and returns late every day, and sometimes does not return. Cypress sees him less and less. At first, he still sees him every day, then once every two days, and then not often.

He didn't mean to say that he missed him, anyway, Bo Song entrusted himself to him, and he didn't see him express his condolences twice, as if everything would be fine if he was left in this big house.

A week passed by quickly.

Bai Shu couldn't stay here any longer this day, he knew everything around the house, if he went on like this, he would go crazy, when He Qizheng was in despair, he sent a message to ask him to go out to play, Bai Shu couldn't wish for it.