After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Hang Xiutu took out a wet towel and wiped his hands, his voice was still very weak, without much ups and downs: "There is floating dust."

"Oh... oh." Hang Yang's eye tails that were raised just now drooped, and his hands twisted together unconsciously, as if he was very embarrassed, he hesitated and said, "Thank you brother."

"You are more afraid of me than before the accident." Hang Xiutu looked at him, using declarative sentences.

Pretending to be the former owner in an unfamiliar environment, Hang Yang is of course guilty.But he was especially afraid of Hang Xiutu's calm, light brown eyes. In the past, he only had longing and admiration for these eyes, but now, with such eyes, he only felt more guilty, as if all the pretense and concealment were useless Hide away.

Hang Yang lowered his head, and it took him a long time to utter two fragmented syllables: "No, no..."

Fortunately, Hang Xiutu didn't say anything else, he just told him "Mom will come back tomorrow morning, don't get up too late", and closed the door mercifully.

The world became quiet instantly, the sound insulation effect of the room was very good, Hang Yang couldn't even hear the footsteps of Hang Xiutu leaving.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, his whole body was like a deflated ball, he swayed towards the bed with his tired legs and feet, and fell on his back into the soft mattress.

Hang Yang hurriedly turned off the light, wrapped himself tightly with a quilt, and waited for some warmth in the quilt before he found some familiar sense of security in this huge luxurious room.

He slowly curled himself up into a small ball under the covers.Hang Yang's soft side face was pressed against his knees. After a while, he called out in a low voice, his voice was hazy, with a bit of milky smell, and he didn't know if it was a dream: "Mom."

Outside the room, Hang Xiutu went down the stairs and saw Uncle Li parked his car and came in from the main entrance.

"Second Young Master." Uncle Li held the key to him respectfully.

Hang Xiutu nodded and took it over: "Is Mom coming back tomorrow morning?"

"Yes," Uncle Li smiled sweetly, and he looked upstairs, "The young master has become more sensible after waking up. Madam will be very happy when she finds out."

Hang Xiutu paused, and glanced at him lightly: "Mom is already very happy to see him awake."

"Yes, yes, yes," Uncle Li consciously slipped his words, and hastily lowered his head, "Look at what I said..."

Hang Xiutu didn't say anything else, he picked up the coat that was on the sofa, straightened the collar a little: "I'll go back first."

"Second young master, here!" Uncle Li's face wrinkled into a ball, and he almost wrote the word "embarrassed" on his face, "Madam told me that I must see you brothers when I come back tomorrow..."

Hang Xiutu frowned slightly, but did not insist: "Is my room tidy?"

Uncle Li's face unfolded instantly like a blooming flower: "Oh, Second Young Master, I've been preparing for it, you can live in at any time."

"Okay." Hang Xiutu stepped forward with his slender legs and walked towards the stairs, "As usual, a cup of coffee will be brought up later."

He turned around, still with indescribable elegance and dignity in every movement, making people feel strangely far away even though he was close at hand.

Uncle Li watched Hang Xiutu's back gradually disappear, and sighed softly.At this moment, he didn't look like a housekeeper, but rather an elderly elder.But in the end, he didn't say anything, went to pick up the coffee cup, and quickly recovered the capable butler of Hang's family.

Early the next morning, Hang Yang went to meet his "mother", whom he had never met, full of anxiety.

Holding on to the railing, he tremblingly walked downstairs, and the scene of the hall on the first floor slowly unfolded in front of his eyes:

A noble lady was sitting on the sofa. When she heard the movement, she turned her head and looked up, and happened to be looking at Hang Yang from both sides.Hang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood how Hang Xiutu's face of good fortune Zhong Shenxiu grew out - this Mrs. Hang is so beautiful!

Seeing a real person with my own eyes has a much greater impact on Hang Yang than the mother in the original owner's scattered memories. The beautiful woman in front of him should be in her early 50s, but she looks not much older than 30, and her gestures are natural. charm.

As soon as she saw her youngest son, Mrs. Hang's eye circles turned red instantly, and she put down the tea cup in her hand with a "bang", and her steps towards him were a little unsteady.

She grabbed Hang Yang's two arms, looked up and down hard, and her voice was trembling: "Xiao Yang, our Xiao Yang finally woke up."

Hang Yang's inner construction just now was all in vain, he looked at her eyes that were shining with tears, and tremblingly shouted out almost instinctively: "Mom."

This "Mom" seems to have pulled Mrs. Hang's heart, and pulled the high-ranking lady into the secular daily necessities. She pressed Hang Yang tightly into her arms, losing all her elegance and demeanor. Jing, crying loudly on the spot - even worse than when Hang Yang just woke up on the phone, the makeup on his face was all messed up crying.

Hang Yang hugged his mother's back and shouted over and over again: "Mom, mom..."

At this moment, he completely forgot that he was just a shameful sojourner in this body, and this body itself was not the real son of the mother in front of him. He just wanted to do his best to comfort her, and by the way... Steal a little bit of the warmth of "mother".

"Mom," it was Hang Xiutu who stepped forward and interrupted the crying mother and son, "The doctor said that Hang Yang is still in the recovery period, and it is not appropriate to have too much mood swings."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mrs. Hang put away her tears, and gently wiped away the tears on Hang Yang's face, "Our little Yang is still too thin, we should rest at home for a period of time, don't go anywhere, let Sister Zhang make up for you repair."

"Well." Hang Yang nodded vigorously.

"Hey," Mrs. Hang pinched Hang Yang's face, and suddenly noticed the thin clothes on his body, she hurriedly grabbed his hand and walked upstairs, "Look at your cold body! Why are you going there in pajamas?" Run outside, change clothes quickly! I don’t know how to take care of myself when I’m so old, how can I ask my parents to rest assured..."

Uncle Li looked at the backs of the mother and son with a little emotion: "After so many years and so many things, Madam has really changed a lot. I think back then, if the eldest and second young masters ran out in pajamas when they were young, they would definitely be killed. Rebuke those with bad manners."

Hang Xiutu's eyes seemed to be moved, but when he looked again, there seemed to be nothing. He said lightly, "Mom is getting old."

Uncle Li often felt that his second young master was like an ancient well without waves. He was old and had been up and down in the world for many years, but he still couldn't see through him.

In the room, Hang Yang had just changed his clothes, and Mrs. Hang also finished her messy makeup. She sat down on the small sofa in the room, pulled her little son to sit next to her, and brushed the corners of the child's eyes and brows gently with her fingers. As if I couldn't get enough of it.

"Your brother said that you had some mild memory impairment after waking up, and your memory of the past is a bit vague, right?"

Hang Yang put his hands on his knees, sitting neatly and dignifiedly: "Mom, it's okay. The doctor said it's a normal phenomenon, and it will recover slowly with rehabilitation training."

"It's all trivial matters." The love in Mrs. Hang's eyes was almost overflowing, "It's fine when you wake up, it's fine when you wake up."

"Oh yes," Mrs. Hang slowly remembered her husband's instructions before she left, "Your father has something for me to bring to you."

Hang Yang was taken aback for a moment: the parents in this wealthy family give gifts to their children, could it be a Ferrari?Bulgari?

Who knew Mrs. Hang took out a brown... cowhide envelope from her bag? !