Fourth Master Reborn Little Curly Hair [Boys Over Flowers]

Recently, the Daoming Temple villa has become more lively than ever. The master, the hostess, the young lady, the son-in-law, the young master... all the members are missing.

Daoming Sicheng went to the fourth master's room as soon as he got home, looked at his son's high fever and comatose state, saw his wife's preliminary investigation data, aphrodisiacs...he, Daoming Sicheng hated to use dirty methods to achieve Purpose.

Thunder Fury!

It seems he has been away for so long that some have forgotten his means.

In the next few days, Daoming Sicheng didn't make any moves, but visited the old foxes of several big families frequently, without saying anything, acting as if it was out of etiquette from juniors to elders.

Daoming Sicheng has always been known as the "Satan of the Business World".This kind of bewildering behavior, which is very different from the usual style, makes people smell an unusual tension.

The old foxes from several big families gathered together very rarely, guessing whether the Daoming Si family made a big move, and some people came to try it out, but they were sent away by Daoming Sicheng.

During the dinner time of this day, the restaurant of Daoming Temple was surprisingly quiet. The butler led the servants and stood respectfully at the entrance of the restaurant, waiting for the arrival of the hostess and hostess.

And the expression on fourth master's face, in the eyes of outsiders, looked a little expectant and a little uneasy.

Sitting opposite Daoming Si Zhuang and his wife, the three of them had a tacit understanding without saying a word, maintaining perfect table manners.

Five minutes later, Daoming Sicheng and Daoming Sifeng walked into the restaurant together. The three immediately stood up, faced them, and bowed respectfully, "Father, mother."

Daoming Sicheng took the first seat unhurriedly, while Daoming Sifeng sat at the bottom of him, his expression was not as serious as before, but a little more gentle.

"Let's all sit down!" Daoming Sicheng waited for his wife to sit down before opening his mouth. His deep voice was a bit lazier like sea water, and then he waved his hand to the butler, who immediately arranged for the servants to serve the dishes.

Plates of delicacies that had been prepared were served on the table, and a tangy aroma began to waft in the sky above the restaurant.

Fourth Master looked at Daoming Sicheng nonchalantly. This was the first time he had seen the deity's father, and an indescribably strange light flashed across his eyes, which was fleeting.

Daoming Sicheng's face was handsome and cold, his sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses blocked his piercing eyes, adding a bit of bookishness.

Even though he has deliberately restrained himself, Fourth Master can still see the intimidating aura between his brows that makes people not angry and self-intimidating, as well as the majesty and rebelliousness that only belong to the superiors to despise all living beings exuding from his gestures. The ruthless aura of my death, these, the fourth master was very familiar with, secretly looked at the deity's father in his heart, and felt a little jealous.

Daoming Sicheng seemed to notice something, raised his brows, and glanced over coldly, Fourth Master immediately retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelids, concealed all the emotions in his eyes, elegantly picked up the napkin, and spread it on his lap.

Daoming Sicheng watched Fourth Master's movements, with an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Asi, are you feeling better?" The words were obviously concerned, but there was a deep temptation.

Fourth master tightened his hands, and said, "Thank you father for your concern, I have fully recovered now." His voice was flat, without any ups and downs.

"Really?" Daoming Sicheng asked noncommittally, slowing down his speech, making people's hairs stand on end for no reason, and the coercion was relentlessly crushing on Fourth Master.

Fourth Master calmly relieved the pressure, nodded solemnly, "Yes, Father." Without changing his face or heartbeat, he raised his eyes and stared at him, and said very seriously.

Daoming Temple stared at Fourth Master steadfastly, and the two eyes met silently, you come and go, you attack and I defend, it seems to be playing games, and it seems to be testing.

Suddenly, Daoming Sicheng withdrew his gaze, a look of relief appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Haha..." Although Afeng has been praising Asi for the past few days, seeing him today, he really deserves to be called Daoming Si Kind of sincere, a kind of joy arises in my heart that my family has a child who has just grown up.

The corner of Daoming Sifeng's mouth twitched into a big smile, and he was very satisfied with his son's performance. He said that it was true for Ah Cheng to see with his own eyes. As expected, Asi did not disappoint her. Ah Cheng hadn't been this happy for a long time.

Next, although Daoming Si sincerely insisted on eating and sleeping without talking to the end, the atmosphere of the restaurant became warm and harmonious, and everyone used it well.

After dinner, Daoming Sicheng said, "A Si, come with me." He got up and left without looking back.

Fourth master didn't hesitate, nodded to his mother, sister, and brother-in-law, got up and left.

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Fourth Master followed Daoming Sicheng into his study room. Daoming Sicheng sat on the sofa, raised his hand to signal him to sit down, and then pressed the call bell.

Fourth master bowed and sat down with a natural expression on his face, but his heart was alert.

A few minutes later, the door of the study was pushed open, and a man in black walked in with a tray in his hand, neatly placed two exquisite blue and white porcelain teacups in front of the two of them, and bowed to leave.

Daoming Si sincerely picked up the teacup, raised the hand that took the lid of the cup slightly, and said as if casually: "I heard that Ah Si likes to drink tea recently, try this and see if it suits your taste."

After speaking, he took a sip, and the aroma of tea permeated his mouth. He squinted his eyes, relaxed, crossed his legs, and leaned back, not to mention how comfortable it was.

The fourth master glanced up at him, with an incomprehensible complexity in his eyes, he picked up the teacup calmly, took a sip, um... the best Longjing tea, it really is good tea, praised : "Father's tea is naturally very good."

"I like it, I'll send you a catty." Daoming Sicheng looked at Fourth Master, seeing that he was speaking the truth, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, father." Fourth Master said bluntly.

Daoming Sicheng stared at his son for a few seconds, his gaze was as sharp as a torch, and the fourth master picked up the tea cup and tasted it unhurriedly, with a natural expression, looking back at him with a natural look.

After a long time, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and he shook his head, "You brat..." His voice was hoarse and emotional.

For a moment, there was a touch of moisture in the fundus of the eyes, which quickly disappeared.

As the president of the Daoming Temple Consortium, he has a clear conscience.But as a father, he is absolutely unqualified, and he is always absent during the most important moments of Asi's growth.

Asi has a grudge against him and Afeng, he has always known it, and always thinks that he will understand when he grows up, after all, whoever is the successor of Daoming Temple didn't come here like this.

However, As Si grew up, his willful and domineering temper was so powerful, and his trouble-making personality did not improve at all, which made him extremely disappointed.

At one point, he was going to give up Asi and train Ah Zhuang to take over the company. After all, with Jerry's assistance, the Daomingsi consortium will never fail.

Now, my son has grown up suddenly, and my attitude towards him has become neither humble nor overbearing, revealing the naturalness of an ordinary father and son getting along with each other, my heart is very comforted, my heart is very happy!

As if everything he did was worthwhile, and everything he had struggled for in his life had momentum.

Daoming Sicheng's laughter made the atmosphere in the room less tense than it was at the beginning, and the air was filled with joy.

Fourth master's heart was relieved when he mentioned it, did he get his father's approval?

After a while, Daoming Sicheng's expression became serious, and he asked: "The matter this time has basically been investigated. Some people have been alerted to your plan. These are just means to make you look ugly. Although it is clumsy, it will make you hard to guard against."

"This is just the beginning, father, this is my battle, and I will handle it myself." The fourth master stared at Daoming Sicheng with a sonorous and forceful voice.

Daoming Sicheng raised his eyebrows to signal him to continue, but did not speak.

A cold light flashed across the fourth master's eyes, and he continued: "Don't startle the snake, since they are delivered to your door, they just happened to catch them all in one go."

Daoming Sicheng's eyes flashed, and he nodded with satisfaction, "In this case, your mother and I will not interfere in this matter, you can figure it out."

"Yes, father." Fourth master nodded.

"Asi seems to be very interested in the Daheyuan Consortium?" Daoming Sicheng's eyes flashed a bright light. The child is hiding very well. If his people were not careful, it would be a good way to let him hide it.

Fourth Master was slightly taken aback. Daoming Sicheng was aware of the fact that he was doing this in a secret way. It seemed that he was even more jealous of this father, and said calmly: "Don't waste the meat you bring to your door."

"Hahaha..." Daoming Sicheng nodded repeatedly, and commented with a smile, "Yes, you can see clearly. However, it is very risky for the Ogawara Consortium to hand over to Shigeru Ogawara. After all, she is a yellow-haired girl, and she will marry sooner or later. However, it would be a good plan to use Yoshihiko Ogawara."

The word "married" came into the ears of the fourth master, causing him to squint his eyes, and suddenly felt a piercing pain from the tooth marks on his shoulders, which made him frown, rubbed the Buddha beads twice, and soon, his eyes were full of waves Sorry.

Daoming Sicheng didn't notice it, and pointed out in detail the shortcomings of the fourth master in dealing with the Daheyuan consortium. His experience in the business world has benefited the fourth master a lot, so he listened carefully.

Occasionally asking questions, often hit the nail on the head, pointing directly to the core, making Daoming Sicheng overjoyed, and even more eloquently deriving more business skills from this, as well as putting forward many feasible suggestions for the fourth master's plan.

The father and son chatted enthusiastically, time passed unknowingly, Daoming Sicheng accidentally caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall, felt sorry for his son who had just recovered, stopped the topic, and snapped his fingers in the air.

At some point, Fourth Master found four masked men in black kneeling on one knee in front of him, as if they were coming from the sky, his eyes flashed, sure enough, there are some famous figures, this should be the power that belongs exclusively to the Patriarch of Daoming Temple !

"It was your birthday a few days ago, and my father has nothing to give, so I'll give these ninjas to Asi!" Daoming Sicheng said with a satisfied gleam in his eyes at Fourth Master's calm performance.

"Ninja?" The fourth master raised his voice slightly, and looked at the few people without blinking.

He doesn't know much about Japanese ninjas, but he knows that ninjas are superbly skilled, and they are definitely not inferior to his blood drops, especially when they are in the dark, making it difficult for opponents to guard against them.

For the current him, these ninjas are definitely even more powerful.

Fourth Master looked up at Daoming Sicheng, and said, "Thank you, Father."

Daoming Sicheng raised his lips happily, and ordered the four of them in a deep voice, "From now on, the young master will be your master."

"Young master, my subordinates." The four ninjas pulled down their masks, put one hand on their chests, and swore.

In this way, the fourth master got four ninjas, and the sticky pole he built, in addition to the network, added another life force.