The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

What's in that wooden box that made Uncle Dai and Mom Rong so flustered?Don't you want to show him something?

Murong Jiu thought for a while, then asked: "Uncle Dai, Kai Hui told me...she brought over some things that my mother used when she was alive, you..."

Hearing what Murong Jiu said, Uncle Dai looked even more flustered. He was so flustered that he couldn't say a word, so he could only wave his hands to show that he didn't know.

Mama Rong said, "Ah! What's the matter? No, I didn't receive it... but the things from Ozawa have arrived." She pointed at the wooden box awkwardly, indicating that the wooden box was not "something that my mother used when she was alive." thing".

But Murong Jiu could tell that what Rong Ma said was just a lame lie.

Uncle Dai and his mother had a son, but this man died early, leaving only one posthumous son, and their daughter-in-law passed away not long after the grandson of the second elder was born.

Murongjiu's mother knew that it was not easy for Dai Shurong's mother to raise her grandson, so she left a special fund before her death to help them raise their grandson Dai Ze.

Dai Ze, who was half a round older than Murong Jiu, was also very competitive. He had excellent grades since he was a child. He was admitted to a prestigious overseas university. After several years of studying abroad, he joined Murong Group under Murong Jiu's arrangement.

In his previous life, Dai Ze was Murong Jiu's most capable confidant secretary, and he could be regarded as his direct descendant. In this life, Murong Jiu transferred him to a branch company to be the general manager. Jiu already knew that many people in the group praised Dai Ze one after another.

Not to mention that Dai Ze is in the branch office in Linshi, so he doesn't need to send anything back so close, even if he really wants to send special products in a moment of filial piety, he won't use such an old and antique wooden box.

Murong Jiu smiled slightly, and didn't listen to the voice of Rong Ma who stopped him. He stepped to the coffee table and opened the wooden box that Uncle Dai had just closed. Uncle Dai pointed to the three neatly written words in the lower right corner of the title page.

"Master..." Mama Rong called out uneasily, and Uncle Dai also let out a long sigh, bowing his head in despair.

"Uncle Dai, your second elder... There is really no need to do this." The smile on Murong Jiu's face has completely disappeared, and he said with a gloomy face, very disappointed.

Seeing that Rong's mother stepped forward to explain something, but Murong Jiu raised her hand to stop her. He quickly flipped through the notebook and bent down to look at the items in the wooden box.

Most of the books in the box are books with yellowed pages and a faint smell of paper. Judging from the year of publication, these books are as old as their appearance, but these books are obviously well preserved, basically They are all complete, there is no off-line or missing pages, and there is no musty smell of paper that old books basically have.

Among these books, there are not only collections of classics and history, but also biographical monographs. If you find any one, you can see that there are densely packed small characters in the margins of the pages, which are obviously the comments and notes of the owner of the book.

Murong Jiu looked at this box of books and felt her nose sore.

"They are all Miss's favorite books when she was alive..." Uncle Dai's voice was hoarse and old.

Murong Jiu held the book in his hands and nodded indiscriminately. He sniffed and carefully put the book in the box.

"Young master, it's not that the old man is hiding things from you..." After a long silence, Uncle Dai said hesitantly, "The Luo family..."

Murong Jiu still stared at the box of books, and replied hoarsely: "Uncle Dai, I already know."

Uncle Dai shook his shriveled mouth like a dry leaf, and asked tremblingly, "Know... what?"

"I know that I...was not born to my mother." Murong Jiu said dryly.

"Master! Even if you are not Miss's own child, Miss will miss you the most in the end!" Seeing that Uncle Dai couldn't say a word, Rong Ma raised her voice and shouted anxiously. Just talking, her eyes were red again, and she could hardly continue speaking when she said the word "last", but in the end she suppressed her grief and continued: "Master, you must not be troubled by this matter. Just live with the young lady!"

Murong Jiu was originally both angry and sad. What made her angry was that Uncle Dai and his mother, whom she valued so much, tried to hide this matter. What made her sad was her own background, but what she said in such a hurry did not go away. Make him feel a little better.

He smiled wryly, and said, "Mother has been dead for so long, why are you still talking about life and death!"

Hearing what Murong Jiu said, Rong Ma became more and more anxious, she stepped forward to hold Murong Jiu's hand, and said earnestly: "My good boy, Rong Ma is afraid that you will feel uncomfortable!"

Murong Jiu just shook his head, smiled wryly and remained silent.

At this time, Mother Rong didn't know what to say, she just kept twisting her hands, looking at Murong Jiu and Uncle Dai at the same time.

After being silent for a long time, Murong Jiu let out a long breath and said: "Uncle Dai, Mother Rong, you don't need to worry about me..." He looked at the two old people who raised their heads again because of his words, and said lightly: "I understand your hard work, mother...she has always been very kind to me, and I won't think too much about these things. She is always my mother, Murong Jiu."

After speaking, he moved his eyes to the wooden box, showed a fleeting smile, and asked in a low voice, "These books... can I move them?"

After the two elders looked at each other, Uncle Dai nodded, and said with relief: "Young Master, we can rest assured if you think so. These things... belong to the young lady in the first place, so the young master should keep them... But the old man, I am troublesome."

"Why is Uncle Dai so troublesome?" Murong Jiu shook his head and said, "It's my ignorance that makes Uncle Dai worry..."

Uncle Dai waved his hands again and again, and Rong Ma said with a teary smile, "I'll call for someone to come over and let the young master move it! This box is very stable!" Rong Ma turned around and left.

Murong Jiu could only nod helplessly, although he wanted to read the book left by his mother now, he could only put it away.

It was already the next day when Murong Jiu saw these books again.

After a busy day, Murong Jiu couldn't wait to lie down on the bed and continue looking at her mother's notebook, re-understanding this woman with an extremely complicated state of mind.

"Ajiu!"

This familiar voice made Murong Jiu's heart skip a beat, he put down his hand holding the notebook, and sat up straight.

Murong Jiu pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and sure enough, he heard faint voices coming from the first floor, followed by footsteps approaching along the stair corridor.

"Ajiu!" Shao Qihan grinned and appeared in front of Murong Jiu.

"What's wrong with you?!" Murong Jiu was startled, he put the black notebook in his hand on the bedside and jumped out of the bed, and before he could put on his slippers, he stepped on the blanket with bare feet and hurried to Shao Qihan.

The bedroom door was not closed, Shao Qihan leaned against the door frame and looked at Murong Jiu with a smile on his face.

Murong Jiu raised her head slightly, stretched out a finger to touch Shao Qihan's cheek cautiously, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

Although Shao Qihan was smiling at this time, his face was really horrible. His bangs were quite thick, but they couldn't cover the bruises on his forehead. The wound was covered with scabs, but there was still blood oozing out vaguely.

"It's nothing, it's just a fight with Shao Qidi." Shao Qihan said nonchalantly, but then he yelled again: "It hurts!"

Murong Jiu put down his hand, just now he just lightly touched the bruise on Shao Qihan's forehead, Shao Qihan was in so much pain, it seems that he was seriously injured.

"Why did you fight with your brother?" Murong Jiu said reproachfully, he pulled Shao Qihan to the sofa and pressed the other's shoulder to let him sit down, then turned around and went to the bedside table, squatted down and opened a drawer rummage up.

"Told him the truth." Shao Qihan grinned and asked, "Ajiu, what are you looking for?"

"Medical box." Murong Jiu replied, and opened another drawer to continue searching hard. While searching, he asked: "What did you say that made your brother so angry?—Where is the medical box? Is it all there?"

"Ajiu, don't look for it anymore." Shao Qihan said regardless of the pain from the wound on the corner of his mouth: "Uncle Dai saw it just now, and he has already gone to get it... Eh, Uncle Dai is so fast?"

Speaking of which, Shao Qihan wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Murong Jiu's scolding.

"Sit down and don't move!" Murong Jiu stood up and drank angrily, he turned around and walked to the door to see the medicine box that Uncle Dai handed over, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Dai, go and rest, I'll come Just deal with it."

"Yes, master." Uncle Dai looked at Shao Qihan with concern, nodded and left.

"What's wrong with Uncle Dai?" Shao Qihan, who was obediently sitting on the sofa, keenly sensed the strange atmosphere between Murong Jiu and Uncle Dai, and asked curiously.

Murong Jiu held the medicine box in one hand, dragged a low stool with the other and placed it beside Shao Qihan's feet, then sat down and put the medicine box on his lap to open, he said while picking out cotton swabs: "I'll talk to you about this later, Why don't you explain to me the injury on this face first? I'm afraid your brother was so angry because of your anger, so he attacked so hard."

"Hmph." Shao Qihan snorted coldly and said, "Shao Qizhai just picked my face and hit me, but don't worry, Ajiu, he is definitely no better than me."

"You beat him too?" Murong Jiu sneered, using force with his hands.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows

"Tell you to be blind." Murong Jiu couldn't help but give Shao Qihan a blank look, but he still relaxed his strength and carefully cleaned the wound on his face.

Shao Qihan looked at Murong Jiu who showed distressed expression without knowing it, and forgot the pain just now, he smiled silly, and said cheerfully: "Ajiu, I was kicked out of the house by Shao Qidi , will you take me in?"

The author has something to say: Sorry for the late update today _(:з"∠)_