My brother is so fierce

When they talked about business matters, they naturally went to the study to discuss.

Hisoka chewed his gum to find fault with the housekeeper, he took Meizhi's back collar and threw it to Saito as if he was carrying something up for sale: "I'm going to study, take the little crying bag away~"

Saito supported her safely, Meizhi leaned on his chest and looked at Hisoka, pouted to say something, Hisoka's slender eyebrows and eyes were not kind, Meizhi shrugged her shoulders and reluctantly talked to Hisoka Waving: "Goodbye, brother."

[Family degree: 5 points]

The degree of family affection came so suddenly, Meizhi was full of energy, and her eyes were shining when she was looking at Hisoka before being taken away by the housekeeper.

Compared to other worlds, perhaps she has figured out the correct strategy in a short period of time. Hisoka is soft but not hard, and from these few times, she can feel that masturbation along the hair is the right answer.

But it can't be so absolute. Meizhi was thinking quietly when she was curled up in Saito's arms. She held her soft cheeks and thought like a little adult, so cute.

Saito took her to the backyard garden, where there were hydrangeas picked by Meizhi himself. Although the color of the flowers was still light green, it couldn't stop the owner from doting on the young girl so much that half of the garden was planted with hydrangeas. Instead of the precious flowers that were cared for before.

It's just a garden, Saito cursed in his heart, if he had such a lovely daughter, he would be fine with these things.

Meizhi was placed on a special swing chair, which was her exclusive throne. Meizhi found herself with these two things forever. One was a hydrangea and the other was a swing. Calf, watching the butler walking towards the kitchen.

And she naturally didn't know that the man standing above the floor-to-ceiling window was holding coffee, and when he heard her father talking about business, he nodded in response, revealing a hint of perfunctory. He stood there straight, but looked towards Looking down, the little girl wearing leather shoes and white socks is slowly swinging out of the swing, and the flower-like frilly skirt covers her delicate skin, which seems to be terribly cute no matter which direction you look at it.

Eyes flickered, the two men were talking with different thoughts, and they didn't seem to notice that the red-haired boy leaning against the door was chewing gum and listening to their conversation openly.

It was a conversation, but it was actually just a one-man show of his father alone. As the big investment head this time, he was asking for the opinion of this man. This man is a wealthy businessman who has the most business opportunities in this area. People are asking for his opinion, trying to find more business opportunities.

And Hisoka's father was no exception. He was invited by others to join this investment, because the cost was much higher than usual, and he was not sure, so he had to ask him to give some advice...and try to ask about this investment Is there something tricky in it.

This is the first time Hugh Yale was invited here. He got the long-out-of-print watch that he had always wanted. It was a gift from the owner of the Morrow family. He accepted it, so he was invited to come here visit.

Hugh had heard about the investment in that land for a long time. It was a premeditated trap, and he finally got the news. Originally, he planned to reveal a little to the owner of the Morrow family, but now, he stared at the courtyard. Little leather shoes, changed my mind.

The foundation of the Morrow family is not something he can shake in the short term, but if he invests, half of the family fortune can be removed.

He took a sip of his coffee gracefully, and smiled gently: "Please rest assured, the investment this time is no problem."

The red-haired man heaved a sigh of relief. Even though he was middle-aged, his elegant appearance and regular and gentle eyebrows made him still look handsome. His eyebrows were also slender, and Hisoka was exactly the same as him.

He expressed his gratitude to Hughes: "If you have nothing important to do, please be sure to stay and share dinner together."

Hughes took off his hat, and applied a layer of glossy pomade on his neatly groomed brown hair. This is the way rich businessmen around him like to do it, and even Hisoka used it on his hair.

"It's my honor." He spoke words with a magnetic tone that he had practiced for a long time, which was a sign of his joy, his mild eyebrows and eyes were raised slightly, revealing a hint of imperceptible calculation.

He seemed to be able to imagine the frustration of the person in front of him who lost all his family property after his investment failed, and he only needed to come to help this poor family with a gesture of assistance, and perhaps his goal would be achieved.

The superficial politeness concealed a dirty heart, Hisoka returned to his room, he did not show any flaws, opened the drawer, he blew a bubble, and his eyes fell on a tube of transparent potion for a long time.

Although his sister is a bit stupid and cries a little bit, she is also his sister.

And everyone probably has this mentality in their hearts, he can bully her, but others can't.

The slender eyebrows and eyes raised slowly, and the red-haired boy looked out the window indifferently, and when he was standing by the window thinking about this question, Meizhi in the garden found her at some point.

She was like a little apple that didn't grow up, wearing a fruit green tutu skirt and a ridiculous bow tie on her head, waving her short white arms to greet him.

Her world seemed so small, and he himself had already occupied more than half of her.

"Brother," Mei Zhi flicked the tail of her hair, and flicked the bangs on her forehead, she naturally didn't know how childish she was, and now she didn't care much about image, "Have you finished your studies? "

She looked at Hisoka expectantly, and the red-haired boy naturally understood what she wanted to say later, so he opened the window, leaned on the window sill with one hand, and answered her lazily, like a perfunctory child The usual routine.

"No, I can't play with you."

Meizhi looked up at him for a long while, as if trying to figure out the truth of what he said. Before she could directly expose his lie, or pretend to be coaxed by him like this, a man's voice suddenly came from behind her. .

"Is your name Meizhi?" The voice was very strange, Meizhi turned around to look, and found that it was the guest she had seen before.

"Yes." Meizhi belatedly pulled up the hem of her skirt to salute him. Her posture was not very standard, but she was ignorant and innocent.

The man seemed to like children very much. He knelt down in front of Meizhi considerately, stared at her with a deceptively gentle face, squinted his eyes slightly and praised: "You are so beautiful."

It was the first time for Meizhi to be praised directly like this. She lowered her eyelashes shyly, grabbed the hem of her skirt and whispered thank you.

Hisoka standing by the window watched coldly, and the butler who came back with the fruit broke the picture of them being alone. Although the butler did not regard Hughes as a dangerous person, he subconsciously took a protective stance Protecting Meizhi behind her back, she bent down humbly to talk to Hughes.

Meizhi ate the fruit on her own, her cheeks puffed up like a squirrel storing food, she looked towards the window, Hisoka was no longer there, and she gave up her thoughts of sharing.

This dinner can be said to be the most sumptuous meal Meizhi has had since she came here. It doesn't mean that the food is not good on weekdays, but it's the first time she has seen all kinds of delicious food on the table like this evening.

With a knife and fork in hand, she had so many choices that she didn't know which one to eat first.

The butler cut the most tender steak for her and placed it in front of Meizhi. The little girl turned her face and smiled at him, puffed her chest out and began to eat the prepared food in front of her.

Her teeth can't eat things that are too hard or too chewy, so the special steak in front of her is just a patty made of chopped beef, and even the ingredients are pitiful, but Hisoka poured her a full glass of milk , and pushed it to a place within reach of her left hand.

Being "served" in this way, Meizhi squinted her eyes happily. In return, she looked for Hisoka's favorite food on the dining table. Because of her short arms, she could only hold the red apples on the dinner plate. Holding the big red apple, he solemnly placed it in Hisoka's hand, and then blinked at him expectantly.

As if, waiting for Hisoka's compliment.

His eyes were long and narrow, and when Meizhi looked at him, he slightly lowered his brows and raised the corners of his mouth, but he didn't open his mouth as Meizhi expected.

"Want to try my steak?" Hisoka cut a piece of bloody beef and put it on Meizhi's plate. The white plate was stained with blood, and the butler frowned, although he didn't agree with Hisoka He did so, but he could only cast his gaze on the Patriarch, trying to make the Patriarch pay attention to the situation here.

But Patriarch Morrow chatted happily with the guests, and had no time to pay attention to the two brothers and sisters.

Meizhi picked up the beef, and she looked at Hisoka hesitantly, hoping that he would say one more word "it's okay if you don't eat it", but the boy leaned leisurely on the chair, and handed it to her with his slender fingers. He opened his snow-white teeth and took a bite of the red apple, not intending to continue talking.

The clear voice reached Meizhi's ears, and Hisoka squinted his eyes and began to chew, as if he was so sweet by the apple, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

He lowered his eyelids, as if he was thinking about something, but out of the corner of his eye, he fell on the man who was eating food elegantly across the street. His gaze had pretended to drift over Meizhi's face several times, the kind that deliberately couldn't escape Hisoka's eyes.

And that night, Hisoka knocked on the door of the study.

He didn't show much admiration for his father, his eyes always remained calm and indifferent, he rarely took the initiative to contact his father, and the head of the Morrow family didn't raise his head, he was calculating something and seemed to be unable to smoke Give him a little attention: "Hisuo, what can I do for you?"

The red-haired boy glanced around his desk, looking back with disinterest.

"Father," he seemed to be saying a very common name when he called this title, without any emotion, Hisoka habitually curled the corners of his mouth, "Do you trust that person just like that?"

And at this time, his father finally raised his head and looked at his son carefully.

Hisoka looked very similar to him, with dazzling red hair, slender eyebrows, and a cynical look on his face, all of which were the same as when he was young.

And when he took a serious look at Hisoka, he also began to have doubts: "Did you hear anything? Did you find out what Hughes did..."

"No," Hisoka narrowed his eyes, and even his father didn't really want to face him with such an expression that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. The red-haired boy seemed to be joking, "It's just that I trust you so much, father. Just wondering about strangers."

"Is father really sure about this investment?"

"Or, it doesn't matter if you invest half of your net worth without any doubt, and it's just a scam that leads to bankruptcy and Meizhi lives on the streets?"

Such words are very rebellious, but as an ordinary person, the head of the Mo Luo family stared at Hisoka with a serious expression, "Sisuo, can the etiquette of the Mo Luo family allow you to contradict the elders like this?"

With a snort from his nose, Hisoka's long and narrow eyes seemed not surprised to hear such a reprimand, he stood up straight, leaned his right hand in front of him and bowed to salute, such an elegant posture could not fault the slightest bit.

"Of course not, father."

And his attitude of replying to his father's words with the most standard etiquette even though he knew he was wrong, seemed to reveal a rebellious and indifferent attitude.

He'd always been able to dance on his own father's sanity, and there was no question that he was punished for detention again.

For him, it has long been a habit.

His confinement was confined to an empty room with only a bed, a table and chairs, and of course a toilet.

Moreau's family motto was posted on the wall, and he had copied it countless times, and he could recite it with his eyes closed.

Meals will be delivered to him at a fixed time, through a rectangular opening on the door, and tonight, after the housekeeper delivered his dinner, he is using his pen as a dart and throwing it at the wall in boredom.

The food was motionless and he had no appetite.

Just like life, boring.

There was a sound from the door, Hisoka turned his eyes to look over, the small opening was opened, and two pieces of chewing gum were slowly placed on his dinner plate with his white and tender hands, Hisoka walked slowly, his footsteps were quiet There was no sound, and when he squatted down, he could vaguely see a pair of clear round eyes lying outside the door. She was staring at the place where the chewing gum could be put down, and where she couldn't see, there was a warm and dry dog. The palm grasped her little hand, and—

Without a word, he snatched the gum from her palm like a robber.

Meizhi: ...my brother has no heart