Green Tea Young Master and Male Butler[Transmigration Book]

"Zou Chen... brother."

The young man's eyes lit up, and the flowers in his hands were crumpled into balls in excitement, and the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed: "You come, you came anyway!"

Bai Qiu's heart was bubbling with joy.

He rushed over, he was worried about him!

"Talk about cooperation."

The man lowered his eyes, and his eyes seemed to skip the rose inadvertently.

The young man's fingers were slender and fair, and he kept kneading a petal. The sticky and bright juice smeared on his palm, which looked particularly dazzling.

"Master Bai Qiu, if there's nothing else, I'll go in first."

Zou Chen's tone was cold.

"I'll wait for you, let's go back together."

"Need not."

The man's gaze behind the lens fell on the boy's face, and he whispered: "There are other contracts to discuss."

"Ok."

The young man's eyes were still shining, and great joy swelled in his heart. His voice became sweet and soft involuntarily: "Brother Zou Chen, goodbye, then I will go first."

The man responded in a low voice, and walked straight into the studio.

Wan Ning was packing up the paint, and seeing him startled, Zou Chen spoke first: "Mr. Wan, I'm here today to talk to you about a red wine business."

"Ok?"

Wanning was puzzled: "Isn't this matter already negotiated a few days ago?"

"Not my boss."

The man pushed his glasses: "It's me."

Wanning was slightly stunned, and reacted randomly, with a stiff smile on his pale face: "Okay, please wait a moment, I will clean up the studio, and we will go to the living room to discuss in detail later."

Zou Chen nodded and asked casually, "I seem to have seen Master Bai Qiu just now."

master.

Wan Ning stopped in the air for a moment, and continued to wipe the canvas as if nothing had happened, the sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

This name...

It really is Shen Changqing's dog.

Now, this dog wants to discuss business with Shen Changqing behind his back.

Only an arrogant and proud person like Shen Changqing would use a dog that repeatedly devoured his master.

Youth does not mind being honest with a new partner, revealing some unimportant things in exchange for trust and goodwill: "Yes, he came to be my model for a month."

Wanning explained: "He wanted me to draw a picture for Shen Changqing."

Shen Changqing.

Wanning.

"Okay, thank you."

The man's tone is light.

Zou Chen tried his best to calm himself down.

He walked out of the studio calmly without changing his pace, without a trace of expression on his face, and walked into the living room calmly. Wanning's sight was completely cut off, and he finally couldn't help laughing at himself.

Zou Chen hates smoking.

Hate the smell of smoke, hate the smog, hate the feeling of addiction.

Now, he wanted to light one.

The man leaned against the wall quietly, his eyes were cold, and his thin lips were slightly parted: "It's so cheap."

A phone call, like a dog, he ran over worried.

What the boy said in the playground, the smiling face facing Wanning just now, and the rose tightly held in his hand echoed in Zou Chen's mind.

Does he like flowers that much?

For him, anyone can do it.

During the time when the playground closed his eyes, what was the boy thinking.

It was Shen Changqing, it was Wanning, and he still laughed at his cheap and easy liking from the bottom of his heart.

Zou Chen lowered his eyes and repeated softly: "It's really cheap. Ah."

Obviously heard it all, knew what kind of person he was, and approached him over and over again.

this is the last time.

Zou Chen warned himself.

People like him are not liked.

From small to large.

The man stretched his slender fingers into the pocket and hooked it. He opened his palm, and the silver buttons kept shining under the light. The pocket shook, and Zou Chen slowly took out his phone.

Dark Shark Mao Maotou: Brother Zou Chen, did you come to find me on purpose?

Zou Chen: No.

Dark Shark Mao Maotou: Hmph, duplicity man, I will give you another chance~

Zou Chen: Let's talk about cooperation.

this man!

Worried that he still doesn't admit it.

Bai Qiu held the phone in his hand, typing while walking out, focusing all his attention on the phone.

Standing at the door, the old housekeeper in black tuxedo called him with a smile: "Master Bai Qiu."

Bai Qiu looked up.

The butler was holding a poplar wooden tray with a long black umbrella in it. He respectfully said, "It's raining. I don't think you brought an umbrella when you came. Are you going back to school? I'll take you back."

"Don't bother you."

The boy shook his head: "I like to go back alone."

"Be careful on the road."

The butler bowed.

Bai Qiu nodded in return, he opened the umbrella with a "snap", and found that the umbrella belonged to a Rolls-Royce.

juvenile:"……"

Is this a wealthy family?

The umbrellas that are prepared for guests casually are so expensive.

Damn rich people.

Bai Qiu walked into the rain with an umbrella. Few people passed by the remote castle. He walked for more than ten minutes before reaching the streetlight at the foot of the mountain.The boy stopped and waited for a while, but still no one passed by.

"I don't have a car, and my phone is out of battery. What should I do?"

The boy took out his mobile phone, looked in the mirror at the pitch-black screen, and sighed: "Oh, then I can only walk forward and see if there is a taxi in front of me."

He walked briskly, humming a song all the way forward, and when he passed the narrow and dark alley, his steps stopped.

The old man was leaning against the wall, his clothes were ragged, his hair was half black and half white, his body was splashed with mud, and his face was haggard. Seeing Bai Qiuhou's cloudy eyes lit up, he got up hastily.

He got up too fast, fell down, and hit his forehead heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.

Regardless of the old man's care, he braved the heavy rain and crawled in front of Bai Qiunian with all hands and feet, blood scribing shallow marks on the ground: "Please, please let my daughter go!"

"What's wrong with you."

Bai Qiu took a step back indiscriminately.

"Please let my daughter go, I beg you, I only have such a precious daughter, she is my lifeblood..." The old man's voice was hoarse and he couldn't cry.

"Don't worry, just talk."

Bai Qiu said coldly.

"After she came here to work, there was no news," the old man said in despair. "I even reported to the police. They said she was working here safely, but..."

"Since it's safe, why don't you call me."

The old man smiled sadly: "Since it's safe, why didn't you even write me a letter, why didn't you call me, why... didn't even have any news."

Not at all.

Everyone said she was alive, but no one could provide evidence.

The old man choked up and covered his face, sobbing choked up, lying in front of Bai Qiu, hitting his forehead heavily on the ground again and again, blood mixed with mud and sand.

The rain is getting heavier.

But he couldn't wash the blood off his head.

"I can't get in, I can't get in, I can only stay outside every day, you are inside, you must have a way, you must have seen her, please let her go, please!"

"I can do anything, I can do anything, she is the only one, she has just been admitted to university..."

The old man cried upside down.

Bai Qiu watched all this quietly, until the winding blood almost flowed to his feet, he moved: "Old man, get up, I'm just here as a guest."

"Just...to be a guest..."

The old man repeated this sentence with difficulty, laughing was uglier than crying.

"Excuse me, what does your daughter look like?"

Bai Qiu asked.

"If you've seen her, you'll recognize her," the old man's eyes lit up, expecting, "She's very beautiful, and she likes red. Her skirts, shoes, and nail polish are all red."

Red nail polish.

The boy immediately thought of the hands hanging in the bottle.

"never seen it."

The young man shook his head coldly, turned around and wanted to leave.

The old man rushed over desperately and hugged his legs. The rain and mud splashed all over his body. The old man kept begging: "Please, where did you come from? You must have a way. Can you help me?" .”

Bai Qiu sighed.

"certainly……"

"No."

The boy's smile is bright and cool

He stretched out his hand, and under the shocked expression of the old man, he opened his hand little by little, and said softly: "My clothes are very expensive, and if they get dirty, you won't be able to accompany them even if you lose all your money."

"Why should I help you?"

Bai Qiu looked at the old man condescendingly, his long eyelashes dripped, and he trembled, extremely indifferent: "We've never met each other, I've known the one in the room for many years."

"Besides, how can you be sure that something happened to someone?"

"Didn't you tell me everything? She is working safely inside. Maybe it's just your overthinking."

Bai Qiu bent down and wiped the water from his trouser legs: "I'll go first, and you won't be able to pay for the clothes."

After the boy finished speaking, he held an umbrella and walked forward without looking back.

The old man stood in the rain blankly, unable to speak a word.

Not long after Bai Qiu left, he stopped a taxi on the mountain road. The driver looked to be in his 30s and was extremely enthusiastic: "Oh, baby, why are you in such a mess?"

Bai Qiu smiled politely: "I met Pengci."

"Pengci? I've encountered it before," the driver was filled with righteous indignation. "People nowadays are really immoral."

Looking at the rain outside the window, Bai Qiu echoed: "Yes."

Father?

Where did the father come from.

What Wanning is looking for is those who have no father or mother, or those who come out of an orphanage and can disappear without a trace in this world.

For him, it was too easy to erase the traces and life of this kind of person.

The boy propped his chin with his hands, his thoughts drifting away.

After a while, he recovered from the driver's call, paid and got off the car.

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