Nirvana of Tomb Raiders

Silly.

Really dumbfounded.

Really, really scary.

What did he see, he saw the original self, the hairstyle was different, the demeanor was different, the clothes were different, the posture was different, but he knew it was himself, but who could tell him who it was? Alive, then why do I live now.

His nerves are going to be deranged, he is really going to be deranged, why did the second senior brother ride in the same car with him, they have never been so close before, Fang Qiong has never been close to the second senior brother, the second senior brother is smart and wise, but also He is cunning, and he is even more ruthless when he wants to achieve his own goals. Fang Qiong doesn't like to meet such people. Although he is his second senior brother, dealing with them will always make his heart tired, and his brain will get knotted after too many detours.

Fang Qiong stood there blankly, should he chase or cry, what the hell is going on!

"Amin, why don't you leave?" Ye Jiawen's voice came from behind.

However, Fang Qiong didn't seem to hear it, and the stunned state was coupled with a look of grief and anger. Others didn't know why Fang Qiong looked at the opposite park in a daze, as if someone had cast a spell.

With trembling fingers pointing in the direction where the convertible car disappeared, Fang Qiong asked Ye Jiawen anxiously: "Did you see a convertible car with two people running past?"

Ye Jiawen and the others felt that the little boy A Ming was well-informed and knew about convertible cars, so he took his frightened look as excitement, especially now that he was anxiously pulling Ye Jiawen to ask, which boy doesn't love cars now? Especially the brand-name car that was speeding past just now.

"Yes, it's pretty good. I didn't expect you to know something about running a car. My brother will buy you a model to play with." Ye Jiawen laughed.

Feng Qing certainly doesn't understand what a sports car is. What he brings up when he sees something new now is not motivation, but a strange feeling. Here he knows that Fang Qiong's expression just now is not excitement at all, but panic and fear and various other things. So confused, Feng Qing, who was walking behind the beauty Liu Jing, turned back and hugged Fang Qiong in the usual way. The little boy was too distracted, so it was not good.

Looking at Fang Qiong who was being picked up, Ye Jiawen already knew how much Feng Qing cared about the little guy, but Feng Qing's constipated serious expression made people dare not look him directly in the eyes, and there seemed to be raging anger inside.

"It's not good-looking at all, and it's so ugly that you wrinkled your face like this." Feng Qing Fang Qiong has always been venomous.

Fang Qiong, who was not in the mood, found himself being picked up in the air, and got used to the process of being picked up. Seeing the change in the color of Feng Qing's pupils, he hugged Feng Qing's neck and stammered, explaining: "I don't like cars."

Fang Qiong's small eyes were full of sadness, seeing Feng Qing caring so much for Chen Mo, he said: "Master, the Fang family passed by just now, and those two were the second and fifth apprentices of Fang Demin from the Fang family. The strange thing is that the fifth apprentice has appeared very frequently recently. "

Fang Qiong, who was hugged by Feng Qing, trembled. Fang Demin in Chen Mo's mouth was his master. Isn't that what the five apprentices were talking about? How did he become like this after only two or three months before his death? What link did he miss? Yes, there is no fight or fight between him and his senior brothers, and he only guards his own small shop every day. Is he being missed by others?

Fang Qiong's head was not enough, so he rested his chin on Feng Qingyou's shoulders weakly. Seeing this, the other three people's jaws almost fell off. How often did their master hold a child like this? Doesn't the master hate pretending to be cute the most? What about this Zhao Qingming now? Ye Jiawen shrugged at them, expressing that he was used to the intimacy of these two people.

The reason for getting off the car at the door was to make it easier for Feng Qing to understand the appearance of the whole villa. Then Chen Mo asked his servants to drive the car into the garage, and a group of several people entered the house. The door was tightly locked to isolate it from the outside.

Fang Qiong, who had just been stimulated, simply lingered in Feng Qing's arms and refused to even sit on the sofa, insisting on sitting on Feng Qing's lap. Feng Qing felt that Fang Qiong was a little strange at this time, and he was not usually so coquettish. , Why is it so sudden today, but let Fang Qiong do it arbitrarily, their luggage has been taken to the room by the servants, in order to suppress the fear in his heart, Fang Qiong decided to take a good look at the villa.

There are many servants, but the housekeeper is a man over fifty years old, expressionless, with a long scar on the corner of his left eye. Fang Qiong, who was glanced at by him, immediately shrank into Feng Qing's arms, and the latter threw Fang Qiong impatiently. On the soft sofa, Fang Qiong was not annoyed, she kicked off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa, her mouth was still pouted, Ye Jiawen laughed out loud.

When Fang Qiong was still an adult, he liked to read and sleep on the soft sofa at home. He usually lived a leisurely life without contending with the world. The tidy house is warmed up, and the natural scenery is always beautiful. Fang Qiong thought that he could not go back to the past, and his uncomfortable heart was even more uncomfortable, and there was nowhere to vent his sourness.

The six people sat face to face, and the butler personally guided the people to deliver the best tea and snacks. Seeing that Fang Qiong had just been active for a while and then became dazed, Feng Qing patted his stinky feet and said, "Put on your shoes."

"Oh, good." Thinking that a young man in his twenties would do such an immoral thing, Fang Qiong's face became hot immediately, and he immediately put on his shoes obediently, and swallowed his saliva when he saw the pastries on the table , turned his head and blinked at Fengqing, blinked, blinked again.

Sometimes, eating can temporarily forget your troubles and divert your attention.

Feng Qing took the warm towel handed over by the housekeeper and wiped it on her hands. Fang Qiong was also asked to wipe her hands with the towel. Nodding in agreement, the housekeeper took Fang Qiong to wash her little hands.

Facing the butler with the scar, Fang Qiong washed his hands very quickly, rubbing and rubbing again, and the efficiency was extremely high. Sure enough, his timid temper remained the same. After touching his flat stomach, Fang Qiong felt that he was When he is energetic, he will forget what happened just now, and he should save his own life first.

During the time when Fang Qiong went to wash his hands, Chen Mo and the other three began to report the current situation to Feng Qing. The pastries on the table were not touched, and half of the tea was drunk. , So the cakes were slowly transferred to Fang Qiong. There were five plates of pastries. Fang Qiong tried to eat one plate. When he was in his stomach, the pastry was a certain distance away from him.

Master Feng Qing, you dote on Fang Qiong too much.

Unknowingly, Fang Qiong picked up his favorite mung bean cake and ate it while watching TV on the single sofa. As for what Chen Mo said to Feng Qing, he was not very interested. He just explained to Feng Qing the environment of the world today. It's not as attractive as You Are Feng'er and I Are Sha Lai in the TV series.

Considering that the children couldn't sit still and everyone didn't pay attention to Fang Qiong, Ye Jiawen had already explained Fang Qiong's identity to Chen Mo in the car returning. He was a nephew who was abandoned by tomb robbers. They were all packaged and given to Feng Qing.

Fang Qiong is destined to follow Feng Qing in the future.

The reports during the day were all trivial matters. When Fang Qiong was enjoying the pastry, Feng Qing took the pastry away and told him that the meal would be served in three hours and he wanted to digest. Fang Qiong knew that there was dinner tonight, so he didn’t Go grab it back.

After more than half an hour of reminiscing about the old days, Chen Mo took Feng Qing to the room to rest. Fang Qiong naturally followed Feng Qing. He knew Chen Mo now, and he would call him Brother Chen sweetly. This person didn't seem to like Fang very much. Joan, wasn't too enthusiastic about him.

"Master Qingming, your room is not here,"

Chen Mo saw that he was not an old-fashioned man, and his personality was one of non-committal. He saw Fang Qiong dangling behind Feng Qing, but reminded him that he should go back to his room to rest.

During this time, Fang Qiong, who had been in and out with Feng Qing, suddenly became entangled, but Feng Zongzi didn't ask to keep him, so Fang Qiong took him away with the butler Scar with a half-full stomach.

The spacious, bright and well-lit room that Fang Qiong lived in was separated by a certain distance from Fengqing. How could the treatment of the same people be so different? Seeing his few luggage being placed on the ground, he wanted to lament his fate teasing.

The butler with the scar standing outside said to Fang Qiong like a ghost: "Master Zhao, this will be your room from now on. If you need to dial the internal number for anything, a servant will come up. The method and steps have been written and placed on the bedside table. Shall I take a shower first?"

Fang Qiong was obviously not used to this kind of alienated and respectful way of speaking. He couldn't adapt to it, so he scratched his head and said, "It's okay, Uncle Housekeeper, you go and take care of yourself first. I can take care of myself. I will call if I have something to do."

The scarred steward looked at Fang Qiong hesitantly as if he didn't believe him, and then said, "Then young master rest first, and I will send someone to wake you up before dinner."

In fact, Fang Qiong now wants to take a hot bath to wash away the smell in the car, wash away the bad luck all over his body, wash away his fatigue, and wash away everything he doesn't want to think about. Being a human is difficult and tiring.

When the butler with the scar left, he closed the door by the way. Fang Qiong immediately took out her change of clothes from her bag and rushed into the bathroom. In fact, every room in the villa is well equipped. Fang Qiong is not a greedy person. The current bathroom I already feel that it is very big and high-end. After taking a shower, I wiped my hair casually and lay down on the bed. I didn't sleep well on the train. I can finally enjoy it here. It is really the difference between the world and heaven.

However, the treatment of Feng Qing in the other room was far from that of Fang Qiong. His bath water was prepared by Tao Bai in advance, and some unknown powder was sprinkled on it, and a faint fragrance came along with it. Tangy, it smells as comfortable as walking in the mountains.Tao Bai came up after Fang Qiong left. He wanted to help Feng Qing take off his clothes, but Feng Qing waved his hands and went into the bathroom by himself. Tao Bai followed, and Feng Qing frowned slightly when he came in.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Qing gave him a cold look.

Tao Bai's face turned pale slightly, but he replied calmly: "Master, Tao Bai has served you for many years, please allow Tao Bai to continue..."

Feng Qing was still cold, and said: "No, you go down first."

Tao Bai lowered his head and silently retreated outside the bath.

After bathing, Feng Qing asked Tao Bai and Fang Qiong's specific room, and opened the door without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qing's eyebrows on the forehead loosened, and they were no longer so tight, and walked towards Fang Qiong, who was wearing short clothes and shorts, sleeping in big characters on the bed. Fu, Feng Qing bent down and stretched out his hands to touch this bun's face, then lay down next to Fang Qiong, and covered him with a quilt, Tao Bai bit his pale lips, Tao Hua's eyes flashed with inexplicable emotions, but he still closed the door. close.

Master, it has changed.