canary in cage

Isri left the sight of the group of people, turned around and went up to the second floor, stood in front of the door and thought for a second or two, then lightly knocked on the door, pushed it open and walked in.

Cecil was lying on the bed, frowning slightly, and turned sideways, with a bit of anger in his voice: "Didn't I let you go out?"

"Master, your relatives are here." Isri said softly, indicating his intention.

relative?

Cecil sat up from the bed in a daze for half a second, his head still groggy, glanced at Isri, got off the bed and asked, "Who is it?"

Isri stepped forward and took off the shawl on the hanger and put it on Cehir's shoulders, and said respectfully: "Sorry, I don't have any impression."

Cecil tugged at the neckband, and his eyes returned to the calmness of the past: "Where are they?"

"downstairs."

Cecil nodded, pulled down the cuffs to cover the gauze on his wrists, and said in a cold voice, "Got it, go down."

Yisili stood on the spot and bowed slightly, the corners of his lips curled up: "Yes, young master."

Cecil didn't look back, leaving Isri standing there, and when he reached the stairs, there was a disturbing voice from below.

Cehir adjusted his expression, and just halfway up the stairs, the people below saw Cehir with their eyes.

"Niephew, you're finally here." The woman burst into joy, and rushed towards Cecil, throwing her son aside.

Seeing the woman running towards her, Cecil subconsciously took a step back, with a look of disgust in his eyes.

The man behind the woman saw it, and hastily stepped forward to pull the woman away again. With a smile on his face, he said to Cecil: "Sorry, sorry, my wife is too excited."

Cecil didn't reply to the man's words, but slightly retracted his chin and walked around the two of them.

He knew this man, his name was Les, and he was a relative of his father's generation. To put it simply, he had no blood relationship with them at all.

Cecil was sitting in the living room with a blank expression on his face. Seeing this, Les hurriedly picked up the box at hand, and once again put a smile on his face that he had trained for a long time and came to Cecil.

"Niephew, look what we brought you!" With a glint in his eyes, Les opened the box and pushed it in front of Cecil.

Before Cehir could speak, Rice opened his mouth again and said, "This is the silk we brought from East Asia. The gold threads inside are all hand-sewn in by ourselves, and..."

Les was talking about the excitement, and when he was about to continue, Cecil suddenly raised his hand and pressed down the lid of the box, his eyes were not attached to the contents at all.

"What do you want to do?" Cecil's voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it just said what Les had in mind.

Les was excited, and was about to open his mouth to explain why he came, but was suddenly stopped by his wife at the side.

She stood in front of Les, staring at Cecil: "Don't you think you are very rude? Why are you talking to your uncle like that!"

Cecil's head was already dizzy, and he was terribly annoyed by such a quarrel, and his tone became even colder: "What about your etiquette? Why don't you be polite when you see the Duke?"

Obviously, she was taken aback by Cecil's words. She frowned suspiciously and looked back at Les, only to find that Les had lowered his head to his chest.

Les obviously told her that the two families have a good relationship, but what happened now, Les couldn't figure it out, he thought that the silk could impress Cecil, but he had already asked himself what to do, but was caught by this reckless woman interrupted.

Seeing that the situation was getting awkward, the woman parted her mouth and pulled her husband back to the seat: "What kind of etiquette do we talk about among relatives? Why do you say that?"

The woman's nonchalant talk made Cehir's face a little colder, and for a while, he thought about playing with him.

"What do you want?" Cecil felt dizzy and uncomfortable, so he propped his chin with his hands and leaned against the table, feeling extremely lazy.

Seeing that Les got back to the topic, the light in his eyes lit up again, and he rubbed his hands back and forth nervously, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"We don't want anything else, we just want to add the title." Les swallowed his saliva, his eyes fixed on Cecil.

Cecil didn't look directly at Les, but turned his attention to the child in the distance, and said indifferently, "I remember that you were so quick to get rid of the relationship back then, why do you want to come back now?"

In an instant, the air on both sides froze together, the smile on Rice's face also froze, and his tone of voice became a bit stammered: "Back then...We had something to do back then, so..."

"So you have to disregard the relationship with our master overnight?" Cehir's eyes met Rice's again, and Rice was so nervous that he didn't dare to look up.

There was no emotion of its own in those dark eyes, making people feel like falling into a lake at a glance, unable to reach the bottom.

"No! No..."

Rice was so nervous that he didn't know what to say. He didn't know why Cecil knew about the affairs between their fathers. He thought things would go smoothly, but everything exceeded his expectations.

Cecil's thinking logic has already exceeded his prediction, and now he is being played around by a young man.

"Aren't you all okay now?" The woman opened her mouth and said indifferently, a brat dared to do this, so what if he was a duke!

Now Rice can't wait to slap this woman twice, it's really ruining himself.

Les glared at the woman, stood up quickly and wanted to apologize, but found that Cehir's eyes had moved away, and Les followed Cehir's gaze and fixed on his son.

He thought that Cecil liked children, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, his lips trembling: "This is my son, this year he..."

Once again, before he finished speaking, Cehir interrupted again, his tone full of disdain and irritability: "If the painting gets dirty, your entire family property will not be able to pay for it, you should think about it now. son moved it."

As if hearing the sound of hell, Les pulled the stool away and ran towards his son. At the last second, when his son was about to touch him, Les hugged him and pulled him away.

The whole scene was ridiculously funny. At this time, Yisli also came out pushing the dining car, and gracefully placed the tea set in front of Cecil, and poured the freshly brewed black tea.

The fragrance filled the entire living room.

"Why not ours?" The woman said shamelessly, and Les in the distance was already itching his teeth with anger.

Cecil lowered his eyes and took a sip of his tea. The corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc, and he explained in an unhurried voice: "You are not our guest."

After finishing speaking, he put the teacup on the plate and said in a calm voice, "Isli, they can go back."

Isri bowed and said, "Yes."

Cecil got down from the stool and glanced at the group of jokes: "Next time, don't put weird things in."

Isri bent down, with a smile in his eyes: "I understand, young master, I will pay attention."

After finishing speaking, when his eyes turned to Rice, his eyes had returned to indifference.

"Please, the door is over there."