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In the end, Ye Xiaolou took Xiang Yan's celadon teacup from the servant, and carefully carried it to him.

Every time Xiang Yan came back, he was a little upset. In fact, since he took office, he has hardly relaxed for a moment. He has never been busy day and night, and he never seems to feel tired. Under his rule, his status has gradually stabilized. For example, in the past two years, some families have united to make trouble, and no one dares to challenge it anymore.

However, there have been a lot of things happening in the Xiang family recently. Xiang Yan has been staying in Hong Kong during this time, and the death of his sister Xiang Rou is also a big reason.

If there was no Ye Xiaolou, maybe this terrifying underworld godfather might not have the slightest relaxed expression on his face, even when he was sitting alone in the study.

"Daddy?" Ye Xiaolou called softly, and Xiang Yan closed his eyes after sitting down, showing a little tiredness between his brows and eyes.

But as soon as Ye Xiaolou opened his mouth, Xiang Yan opened his eyes, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Do you really want to go to school?"

"It's okay." Ye Xiaolou didn't quite understand what he meant, Xiang Yan's thoughts were always hidden, and even the people closest to him might be hard to figure out, let alone just came here not long ago Ye Xiaolou.

But this did not affect Ye Xiaolou's desire to get close to him at all.

"I heard from the housekeeper that everyone at my age should go to school." Ye Xiaolou lowered his eyes obediently, and he was almost the same as when he talked to Ye An before: "I listen to my father, and my father asked me to go to school." I will go up."

Xiang Yan laughed, "Don't call him Daddy when you're in school."

"Then...what's that called?" Ye Xiaolou remembered the first time they met in the hospital, the boy who was sent to the hospital with him called "Father", and his heart sank instantly.

Of course Xiang Yan didn't know what was going on in his mind, he lit a cigarette in thought, gave him a signal look, and said, "Come here."

Ye Xiaolou walked over shyly, humming and saying, "Daddy smells like cigarettes."

"En?" Xiang Yan casually embraced him, let him lean against his thigh, and said vaguely: "Why, do you still despise him?"

Ye Xiaolou immediately courteously said: "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it, Daddy is always delicious."

Ye Xiaolou was still wearing his teddy bear pajamas, he hadn't even worn any serious clothes after being here for so long, he looked like he had just stepped out of bed all day long, but his appearance was much worse than before. I don’t know how energetic I was when I came here. His long hair is pulled back, sometimes tied up, and the delicate brows are full of childishness unique to children. He leans against Xiang Yan and is embraced by him carelessly, like They are like a pair of father and son who have a good relationship. If other members of the Xiang family saw this scene, their eyes would probably pop out.

Xiang Yan squinted his eyes behind the smoke, looked at his little son who was almost picked up from the road, and then whispered after a long while: "Call Dad."

"Papa?" Ye Xiaolou thought of the father and son in the TV series. He actually tried to call out several times in his own small room, but he really called out by himself. Apart from being a little embarrassed, he didn't know why. He also dances very well.

He had never been so close to this man before, even when he was in his arms, the strongest impression on him was the faint smell of tobacco on his body, just like what he smelled now.

"Father?" Ye Xiaolou called out tentatively.

Hearing his voice, Xiang Yan didn't speak for a long while, Ye Xiaolou's expression was still a little uneasy, but Xiang Yan was so close to him, his long hair hung down on his body, the smell mixed with The aroma of shampoo emanates from the young man's thin body. From Xiang Yan's angle, he can almost see his pink earlobes, and his snow-white neck protruding a little below the collar of his big pajamas clavicle.