The reborn son inherits his father's business

After that contract, Anxi didn't have any unusual movements, and the schedule was still the same as usual, but she stayed in the greenhouse for a longer time.An Chen is as he said, without any precautions, in front of Anxi, it is the same as it was before, but occasionally touches Anxi, and then lets go before Anxi reacts.

An Chen's rogue-like behavior made Anxi cold and angry, but at the same time helpless, because every time An Chen took advantage of his only weakness now - Su Ping, anyone can ignore it, but Anxi can't harden his heart To ignore Su Ping's loving worries and distress.

By chance, Anxi learned from Su Lin that Su Ping looked healthy, but he was actually not as healthy as he appeared on the surface. After all, he was getting old and always had some minor ailments, especially when he suddenly suffered from it more than four years ago. After getting high blood pressure, you can't worry too much. In the past few years, you have often been sent to the hospital. It didn't get better until recently. Su Ping called this a happy event.

Anxi knew that his personality had changed a lot, but he also knew that he couldn't harden his heart in the face of Su Ping, who existed like a grandfather.Moreover, Su Ping suddenly suffered from high blood pressure more than four years ago. There is no need to explain the reason for Anxi. So, anyway, Su Ping is helping him.

The elders will naturally be happy when the younger generation becomes a weapon, but Anxi's situation is different. The four years of his disappearance will always be a thorn in Su Ping's heart.The more powerful Anxi is, the more hardships he has suffered outside.The elderly will never believe that there are things for free in the world. If you want to grow, you must experience the pains of growth.

As long as he thinks that Anxi, who is only 11 years old, has endured hardships outside to develop his current skills, Su Ping can't help but feel distressed. Whenever this time, the old man's feelings are particularly rich and abundant, and the true love between long and short sighs makes Anxi always It is bewildering and heartwarming.

Time and time again, Anxi used to hide his hands in front of Su Ping, while An Chen accurately grasped this point and used it. Anxi was angry, but he was hurt because of a hated person. Those who care, it's too bad to think about it, and in the end they can only hide it and try their best to ignore An Chen's touch.

Over time, Anxi really completely ignored her, but she didn't know that such ignorance not only reassured him, but also gave An Chen a chance to get close.Anxi didn't know, it wasn't worth caring too much about An Chen, but if she ignored it too much, she would be easily robbed.

An Chen saw with satisfaction that An Xi did not reject his contact, and pulled him up from the greenhouse in the backyard, "If you meditate for too long, the effect will be counterproductive."

He knows that Anxi has always wanted to become stronger, and he also knows that Anxi prefers to persist with actions rather than powerless words. That stubbornness is also the reason why he has not spoken, because he knows that Anxi will not follow through if he speaks.But from six hours a day to twelve hours a day now, he couldn't help Anxi's persistence.

To be honest, since he accidentally fell into the world of supernatural powers and came into contact with this sector, Anxi's supernatural development has only been guided by Yao Zhuo, but Yao Zhuo's temperament is not a good teacher, and Anxi is more used to self-reliance.So along the way, except for the basics, most of them were explored by Anxi himself, and it is not uncommon for him to go the wrong way.

An Xi himself knew this, so after An Chen stopped him from meditating, he only had a disturbed look on his face but didn't say anything.Even he has to admit that An Chen is much better than him in terms of abilities, better than anyone else, and he is worthy of being called a king.

"Your ability is to control air, or more precisely oxygen, isn't it?"

Pursing her lips in silence, a look of unwillingness flashed across Anxi's drooping face.Even he himself only recently discovered that his ability is to control the air, but in fact it is more to control the oxygen in the air. Although other elements can also be controlled, it is far less handy than oxygen.

"If you want to use it more accurately, you must get used to quickly separating oxygen from the air and other elements, which can save you most of your energy."

An Xi is still silent, what An Chen said is very straightforward but it is true, if he does not separate those who are good at controlling from those who are difficult to control, then he will definitely spend a lot of energy on those parts that are difficult to control, and eventually put What I am good at is also delayed.This is the opposite of the principle of fostering strengths and avoiding weaknesses.

But it is very difficult to say it is easy to do. He has already tried, but the air is too floating, and the oxygen in it is too free. How can it be so easy to decompose?Unless, fixing the air is like compressing the gaseous state into a solid state, but the inside must still be gaseous, and he must stay inside, which is not easy.

An Chen didn't say any more, just took Anxi to the front room, the skin held in the palm of his hand was delicate and soft, similar temperatures alternated through the contact places, as if in an instant, the temperatures of the two merged into one.

"Master, young master, the young master's classmate is here." Just after entering the front room, someone came to announce.Anxi frowned, who would come to him?Slightly tidied up the folds on the clothes, "Lead the way."

"Yes, sir."

An Chen didn't go up with him, but just stared at the back of An Xi's leaving, his vision was deep and difficult to distinguish.For a moment, he lowered his head and stared at the open palm, where there was still a little boy's body temperature, which made him linger warmly.

Slowly withdrawing his palm, what he was holding was only the cool temperature of the air, which made An Chen frown uncomfortably, but in the next moment, An Chen returned to his expressionless state and stepped forward.

He and Anxi just started.

Looking at the person sitting on the sofa, Anxi sat down on the sofa opposite to him after a brief moment of surprise, and waited for the servant to bring a cup of coffee, then spat lightly before speaking, with a slow tone, "What's the matter?"

Gong Xiuli looked at the young man in front of him, still expressionless and cold, but he felt different.At school, the boy seems to be the "Iceberg Prince" who is colder and calmer, and who makes the girls scream "so cool!"But in Anjia, besides the coldness, there was a danger of wanton madness.Gong Xiuli lowered his eyes, this is the Anxi that my uncle also admires.

"About Fang Qi, did you do it?"

Frowning, he took another sip of coffee, the helplessness in Anxi's eyes flashed away, he put down the coffee cup in his hand, and then raised his head to respond to Gong Xiuli, "What do you think?"

Hearing this, Gong Xiuli no longer asked half a question about this question, he is not a fool, Anxi's attitude itself is enough for him to know the answer.It's just, "Why take such a roundabout approach?"

"A detour?" Anxi's upper body leaned forward slightly, crossing his hands and fingers on his chin, "Don't you think it's very interesting? The mother bought a murderer and mutilated her son. There are many heart-wrenching tragedies in the world."

"Bad taste." These words suddenly came out of Gong Xiuli's mouth with a solemn face. After pushing his glasses that hadn't slipped down, Gong Xiuli relaxed his upright and upright sitting posture, and changed into a comfortable posture to lean against On the sofa, in an instant, the temperament of the whole person changed a lot, "Are you interested in doing something more interesting?"

Anxi grinned deeply, "The most interesting thing for me is still going on."

"Really?" Gong Xiuli was not disappointed after hearing this disguised rejection, "What about after your most interesting thing is over?"

"Then let's see if your more interesting is worthy of the name." He will get a home, but he knows that he can't settle down in his bones, and there must be something for him to enjoy, and the person in front of him may be a good one. choose.

Gong Xiuli pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly wildly, "Stay tuned." Perhaps, as my uncle said, he can indeed give it a try and find his future roots in Anxi.

Glancing at each other, the two people who hadn't had much contact before suddenly drew closer at this moment, and looked at each other a lot. This is the so-called friendship of friends.

"You have tampered with the entrance examination paper." This sentence Gong Xiuli said with certainty. Although it is a bit unbelievable, no matter how novel and outstanding Anxi's answers are, it is impossible for everyone who has read them to appreciate them. After all, everyone's preferences are different. different.

Anxi did not deny it, "That's right." To be honest, he had long forgotten all the knowledge he had learned in school, and those theories were not practical for him, so he didn't care if he didn't learn it.But for his purpose, he naturally couldn't go to school in embarrassment, and he had already made some preparations. Anyway, there were a lot of gadgets bought at the auction.

When Gong Xiuli heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, my uncle had hinted that there might be something unusual about Anxi, and this was not my uncle's illusion.

"The coffee is cold, go get another cup." He said to the servant standing not far away, and before the servant took the coffee cup and left it, Anxi gave another order, "Tell Grandpa Su, the milk is better this time." Last time I played more."

The servant holding the coffee cup twisted his face when he heard the words, and stepped back in response. Soon, an old man in the kitchen rushed up to An Xi, pretending to cry, "Master, you can't stop drinking pure coffee." Is it? That's not good, it hurts the stomach."

"Didn't An Chen drink for so long without hurting him?" In Anxi's words, the others could faintly hear a bit of real regret.

"Young master, listen to the old man's persuasion. You should feel wronged and change this habit. Don't learn from the master. It's not good." Want to learn from the master?This is obviously the young master, but he still can't let the master go, it's not good.

Knowing Su Ping's worries, Anxi no longer tried to explain, but he really couldn't drink coffee with sugar and milk. How could he change the habit that had lasted for nearly ten years?

Gong Xiuli, who was sitting at the side, raised his eyebrows secretly, but he didn't know that Anxi's weakness was actually the old housekeeper.Or... An Chen?It seems that the An family's father-son relationship is really more complicated than imagined.But the uncle said that An Chen seemed to be quite protective of An Xi, not like he was indifferent to his son's life or death.

Just as he was thinking, Gong Xiuli saw the man entering the hall. He didn't need to do anything special, just walking slowly towards him was impossible to ignore. Following the man's pace, he rushed towards him, forcing him to slow down his breathing involuntarily.

This is An Chen, the current Patriarch of the An family, mysterious and unpredictable, who has never appeared in front of people but has always been worshiped by people. He can be said to be a man who really stands at the top.

Gong Xiuli pursed his lips hard, stood up from the sofa, forced himself to ignore the subconscious mind of shrinking back caused by the contrast between strength and weakness, met An Chen, and stretched out his hand politely, "Hello, Mr. An, I'm Gong Xiuli."

An Chen didn't shake it back, but just glanced at Gong Xiuli lightly, walked over and sat down on the sofa beside Anxi, frowning and listening to Su Ping instilling Anxi with the idea of ​​staying away from him, "Su Ping, don't forget, Anxi's surname is An."

Restraining the cold anger in his heart, An Chen felt that it was time for Su Ping to stay and enjoy Sun Anxiang's old age, instead of urging Anxi to leave him all day long.

Su Ping stopped talking when he heard the words, and looked at An Chen with a slightly complicated expression.It's not that he doesn't want the young master and the old man to get along with his father and son, but, once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes, he can't believe that such a old man would treat the young master sincerely.What's more, if you are sincere, you will definitely not be less caring because of the young master's indifference, will you?It's time for the master to pay back what the young master suffered.

However, Su Ping, who thought so, didn't say anything else. He was old and didn't have much time to wait. He could only take advantage of the limited time to check for the young master. This required the master and the young master to get along with him more. make judgments.

Sighing secretly, Su Ping thought of an excuse, said goodbye to Anxi and left the living room.Master, I hope you can treat the young master well this time, know how good the young master is, and pamper and protect the young master for the rest of your life.

Gong Xiuli, who was left on the sidelines, didn't mind much about An Chen's neglect. After all, everyone knew that An Chen didn't like to be in contact with others, but judging from the scene just now, it turned out that my uncle was right. An Chen was absolutely right about An Xi. Not as indifferent as the outside world said, on the contrary, An Xi ignored An Chen enough.

Seeing Su Ping leave, An Chen turned his gaze to Gong Xiuli with satisfaction, "He Hua's nephew."

"Yes." It was no surprise that An Chen knew who his uncle was, and Gong Xiuli admitted it directly.

Hearing He Hua's name, Anxi raised her eyebrows, and looked at Gong Xiuli carefully again, and found that Gong Xiuli and He Hua had no similarities in appearance except for their serious looks at the beginning.

"He Hua and him are not related by blood." Seemingly aware of Anxi's doubts, An Chen explained in a low voice.This appearance fell into Gong Xiuli's eyes, and he vaguely felt that there was an inexplicable atmosphere between An Chen and An Xi. It was not warm or intimacy, but a... unique "conspiracy" belonging to An Chen. An Chen did see these two words on his body.

Glancing at the other party, he found that Anxi was completely ignorant and indifferent to this.

"Really? But it seems that you and He Hua have a good relationship."

Speaking of his relatives, Gong Xiuli's face softened a lot, "My uncle is my most important relative." Compared with the parents who gave him life, the uncle who raised him replaced the relationship between his parents in reality. status.

"Sure enough, blood relationship is the most unreliable thing."

The pointed sarcasm silenced An Chen. In fact, he never thought that he had done anything wrong.But maybe this is liking, as long as he thinks that his indifference caused Anxi's injury before, An Chen will question himself uncontrollably, and the familiar dull pain will reappear, as if the fire is burning his throat, and the burn will crack The coming flesh tore open wounds, which was suffocating.

Regarding Anxi's words, Gong Xiuli wisely chose to remain silent, since it is difficult for an upright official to break up housework, he has no interest in meddling in An's housework.Seeing the increasingly weird atmosphere between An Chen and An Xi, Gong Xiuli thought of an excuse and left An's house. An Chen is not a man he can fight against now, and An Xi, to be honest, he really doesn't think An Xi needs him. help.