Rebirth Fluffy Ball

Ignoring a group of bored women, Hao prepared to go directly upstairs.

"Stop!" Ye Rong's noble and majestic voice sounded, "You have to greet your elders when you enter the door, didn't your mother teach you?"

Hao stopped in his tracks, glanced at the mistress who couldn't hide the years despite the meticulous maintenance, and responded lightly: "I'm sorry, Xi didn't say that I still have a grandma."

"Ahem..." Xi, who was drinking coffee, choked.

"You..." Ye Rong was so choked that she couldn't speak, what was even more exasperating was that the bastard still looked innocent, and didn't realize that she had said the wrong thing at all!

"How can you talk to your mother like that?" Han Yu came down the stairs with a gentle tone, looking like a virtuous sister-in-law, but the raised pointed chin and the squinting eyes were really not convincing, "Hurry up Apologize to mother."

Too lazy to quarrel with the woman, Hao turned and went upstairs, directly ignoring the future sister-in-law.

"Look, what is his attitude towards me!" Han Yu looked at Xi with aggrieved eyes, who was just leisurely stirring the new coffee given by the servant.

The servants were busy with each other, but they were all quietly paying attention to the movement here. You must know that this young mistress has just arrived at William's house, and the young master's attitude towards her directly determines their attitude towards this prospective wife.

Han Yu seemed to understand this too, so he sat on the armrest of Xi's sofa reluctantly, swayed his shirt sleeves from side to side, and said coquettishly, "Brother Xi~, you have to say a few words about him, or I, my sister-in-law, Where do you put your face?"

Xi put the cup on the coffee table, "You are not his sister-in-law yet," she said, pulled out her sleeves, got up and walked upstairs, raised her chin to the maid next to her, "Pour a cup of coffee and send it to the second young master's room .”

"Yes." The maid answered and went to serve coffee, while Xi went upstairs first.

"Mom~" Han Yu turned to Ye Rong who was on the side for help.

Ye Rong glared at her, her face still as calm as water: "No brains." After speaking, she also got up and went back to her room.

Han Yu stayed alone in the living room, feeling the maid's sneaky glance, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Whatever you look at, go to work!"

Ye Rong returned to the room, picked up the expensive mobile phone inlaid with blue diamonds, and dialed a series of numbers: "Brother, hehe, it's me, you can check, what Xi'er has found about Dongfang Hao."

"What? Is he nice to that kid?"

"His attitude is a bit strange." Ye Rong looked out the window, the servants were driving Hao's blue sports car into the garage, Xi had already escaped her control, so she had to be careful in every step in the future.

That night, Xi sneaked into Hao's room.

"It's me!" Xi hurriedly said, just as she opened the door and came in, she was pressed against the carotid artery by a cold dagger, how horrifying it really was.

"As I said, no one is allowed to enter my room." The deep and cold voice was like a dirge of death, so beautiful but creepy, reminding Xi how the maid who brought coffee in this afternoon without knocking died died .

"This is my house, you should restrain yourself a little bit and kill less people, it will be very troublesome to deal with." Xi whispered, not thinking about what was wrong with coming in without knocking, and reached out to grope on the wall, "Crack!" The lights in the bedroom came on.

In an instant, the room was silent for ten seconds...

"Hahahaha..." Xi suddenly burst out laughing. After a long time, she managed to recover, looked up at Hao's bed, and couldn't help but say again, "Wow hahaha..."

Hao frowned and looked at the man pointing at his bed and smiling without image, very doubting whether he was the elegant and wise Xi Williams.

"Have you laughed enough?" After a few minutes, Hao said impatiently.

"Huh..." Xi finally stopped laughing, stood up straight, stretched out her hand and brushed back the messy hair on her forehead, regaining that elegant aristocratic temperament.Looking back at the door, it was locked. Fortunately, the doors here are all soundproof, and no one saw the faceless side of the Patriarch.

Xi restrained herself to be calm, but looking at the killer with a paralyzed face and the bed full of...stuffed toys...it was...too strange...too funny!

Suppressing the corners of her mouth that kept turning up, Xi sat down on the edge of the bed in a serious manner, pulled a little furry fox into her hands, and slowly stroked the snow-white fur. People are very lonely inside.”

lonely?Hao pursed his lips, that empty feeling that he would disappear at any time, is it loneliness?

"Speaking of which, what would happen if someone found out that the King of Killers was a fuzzy?" Xi glanced at the pile of plush toys on the bed.

"So, what do you want?" Hao squinted his eyes, his eyes were slightly lighter than the real Orientals, they looked like the eyes of some ferocious beasts, full of aggression.

"I'm going to sleep here tonight." Xi felt that he had caught a terrible handle. This killer without any weaknesses was finally caught by him.

The corner of Hao's mouth twitched: "Get out immediately before I decide to kill you."

"On the first day my brother comes home, my brother is obliged to spend the dark night with you." Xi boldly took Hao's hand, which was very beautiful, slender and well-proportioned, and suddenly remembered a book that said , The killer's hands are the most perfect, no sweat, no trembling.

Hao Ding stared at him for a while: "Is that woman too much for you?"

Xi stood up "Teng", staring at a pair of deep blue eyes gradually approaching, squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You are provocative, my brother." A man would be angry if he was said that.

The two quarreled for a long time, and finally Xi stayed on Hao's bed on the grounds that he had to tell him an important secret.

Xi gave Hao a general introduction to the current situation of the William family. The William family is not just a business family. A large part of the reason it has survived for a hundred years is because of the existence of Anbu, which trains talents like secret agents to spy on all kinds of things for the family. News and solve all the problems that cannot be solved on the table.Relying on such a force, the family has controlled the political circles of several important countries and controlled nearly 30.00% of the world's wealth!

The Anbu has always been controlled by the head of the family, and handed over to someone who will never betray, and Xi's father, Stoffey, handed over this power to his uncle, Ye Rong's brother Ye Henglai.

Hearing this, Hao understood that it must be this uncle relying on himself as the elder to dominate Anbu's power, leaving Xi, the patriarch, in an embarrassing position of power and powerlessness.Do you want to help him seize the power of Anbu?Hao considered how difficult it would be to kill that Ye Heng.

"It's not as simple as killing him," Xi sighed, "You don't have to worry about it, just do as I tell you."

Hao wanted to say, why should I listen to you?Before the words could be spoken, the breaths of the people around him were already even and long, and the killer who was good at listening to the breath naturally knew that he was asleep.What a strange man.Growing up in such a family, don't you have a sense of prevention?To be able to fall asleep next to a killer!Hao turned sideways to look at the handsome sleeping face. He didn't reject this person's contact, and he didn't feel like looking at a dead thing when looking at him. Is it because of blood relationship?

Frowning, unknown things may be dangerous, Hao turned the thin blade at his fingertips, and Fu put it away again. Xi's "not afraid" made him reluctant to kill him.

The next morning, Hao suddenly opened his eyes and fell asleep!He definitely won't fall asleep when there are people around him!

"Good morning." Xi came over in a daze, eyes closed, trying to kiss Hao on the forehead out of years of habit.