The president regretted after the poor little left

An Luo froze for a moment, then lowered his head pretending to be nonchalant, "Master, Second Young Master."

The old man nodded, An Luo filled tea for the two of them as usual, and waited quietly by the side.

Feng Yixiao sat there leisurely, as if he came here often, no one could connect him with the mysterious person who frequently targeted the Si family recently.

The old man's health was getting worse day by day, and he coughed after blowing in the wind outside. He quickly picked up the tea bowl at the side and took a sip of tea, and suppressed it.

Feng Yixiao asked with concern, "What happened to Grandpa? I have only been away for a few years now, and your body was still very strong back then."

Si Cheng waved his hand nonchalantly, "I'm getting old, how can I, an old man buried up to my neck, compare with you young people."

He put down the tea bowl and asked, "You have come back from abroad, are you planning to take root in Yicheng?"

Feng Yixiao nodded, "I have this plan."

The old man has inquired a little about Feng Yixiao's affairs in the past few years. Although he doesn't know the whole picture, he also knows that life is not good, and he still owes this grandson in his heart. He said, "If you need it, just speak up and interrupt The bones are still connected to the tendons, we are still a family after all, don't see each other."

"Yi Xiao, you are not young anymore, you should take care of yourself and start a family, and the feasting is only temporary. Grandpa hopes that when he is alive, he can watch you get married."

Feng Yixiao's smile was sloppy, he put his hands behind his head, and looked out of place, "Recently I met a woman, a mixed-race model, I like both her appearance and personality."

The old man sighed and pointedly said, "Yi Xiao, there are some things, don't wait until it's irreparable to regret it."

Feng Yixiao waved his hand indifferently to his words, "If you do it, you won't regret it."

"Grandpa, I just came back. There is no place to stay in Yicheng yet. I want to live in the old house for a few days before looking for a place to live."

The old man said, "Grandpa, you can stay here as long as you want."

"An Luo, go prepare a room for the second young master."

An Luo who was behind nodded, "Got it, I'll go and clean up the second young master's former room."

An Luo turned and left. The moment he turned around, Feng Yixiao's eyes fell on him unconsciously, with complicated and deep eyes.

As everyone knows, all of this fell into the eyes of the old man...

Feng Yixiao withdrew his gaze and said, "Grandpa, let me go and have a look."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Go."

The seat next to him was empty, and the old man suddenly coughed again. He habitually pulled out the handkerchief in his pocket to cover his mouth. When he removed it, the handkerchief was stained with traces of blood.

Throwing away the silk veil in his hand, he raised his head and stared blankly at the sky above.

He tried his best to be a good elder, but in the end, he owed everyone.

He smiled in relief, "This ridiculous life is finally coming to an end..."

……

An Luo walked into that room, looked around, and was in a daze. Suddenly, footsteps came from behind him. He looked back and saw Feng Yixiao standing at the door, closing the door with his backhand.

Feng Yixiao stretched out his hand and wiped the cabinet beside him, "It's clean, you are becoming more and more proficient at serving people, and you are expected to serve others."

Anyone could hear the sarcasm in his tone, An Luo didn't see a trace of anger on his face, and he still looked calm, "Second Young Master."

This is the room he cleaned himself. From the day Feng Yixiao left the old house, he has always been here to take care of it himself.

Feng Yixiao stepped forward, reached out to hold him in his arms, sat on the bed with his arms around him, pinched his chin frivolously.

The leg touched somewhere with ill intentions, and as expected, he saw the frown of the person in his arms.

"Your reaction yesterday was really boring, is it Hina?"

An Luo didn't speak, Feng Yixiao continued, "No wonder it's so boring, the cheapest MB that costs eighty dollars a night is more interesting than you,"

Every word hurts people invisible, Feng Yixiao has long been used to An Luo's stuffy temperament, he carefully observed An Luo's expression, and saw An Luo's eyes drooping slightly.

This is an expression of An Luo's sadness, and his habit has not changed since he was a child.

An Luo struggled to get up from his arms, "The room is very clean, there is nothing to clean up, the daily necessities are complete, there is nothing missing, and the second young master can call me anytime you have orders."

Feng Yixiao hugged him tightly and didn't let go, threatening in a low voice, "I'm holding you, you still dare to leave, is this disobeying the master's order? Hmm?"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, An Luo was relieved, and there was a bit of unwillingness in his eyes.

The identity of a domestic servant bound him, if he was not a master and servant, he would never say a word!Turn around and leave!

Feng Yixiao hugged him carelessly, first tasted love, tasted the sweetness and was out of control, and what's more, the person he was holding in his arms was the person he had fantasized about since he was a child...

He lingered in An Luo's ear ambiguously, "Butler An's words are wrong, why is there no shortage? This happens to be a lack of a bed warmer, I am at the age of need, won't Butler An arrange one?"

An Luo suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go outside and find a bed warmer for the second young master."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but Feng Yixiao didn't give him this chance.

The words were obviously intended to provoke anger, but Feng Yixiao felt a little displeased when he heard what An Luo said, and he said, "The old man will not allow me to invite home my little lover who messed around outside. I have no choice but to make do with it, serving the master well is your duty as a housekeeper, right?"

His tone was frivolous, as if he, An Luo, was some kind of cheap and prostitute, no matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't stand it, An Luo stood up with a cold face, "Second Young Master, don't have to give in, although I don't have much authority, but let outsiders come in, I still have the right to leave after sleeping."

He turned around and left, Feng Yixiao stood up, grabbed his shoulder fiercely, and dragged him back, An Luo raised his elbow unwillingly to fight back, but Feng Yixiao grabbed him and pressed him behind him, letting him Kneeling by the bed and unable to move.

Realizing what Feng Yixiao was going to do, An Luo's heart turned cold.

The injury hasn't healed yet, and walking hurts tearing, how can I stand the toss?

Besides, it's broad daylight outside...

This is undoubtedly a naked humiliation!

He couldn't help blushing, and said angrily, "The wind is like Xiao!"

Feng Yixiao has already untied his belt, and smiled viciously, "I am here."

……

An Luo thought he was going to die a few times, but ended up being woken up by the sudden pain. Every time, it was like an endless torture. He thought it was over, but it turned out to be just the beginning.

He could feel his own blood flowing.

He gritted his teeth, desperately trying not to let his voice escape, his nails digging deep into the flesh.

His complexion did not become flushed due to stimulation, only pale due to pain.

When it was over, he was in a cold sweat.

Feng Yixiao smiled contentedly, looked down at the pool of blood on the ground, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Why is there still blood?Will there be blood every time?Si Jinhan and the others are also like this?

Although there were many doubts in his heart, but he was a great love saint who "passed among thousands of flowers", so he naturally wouldn't lower his face to ask. He got dressed, went to see An Luo, and asked, "How do you feel?"

There was a bit of complacency in his tone.

An Luo tremblingly took the paper on the side, cleaned it hastily, supported the bed and got up, he looked at Feng Yixiao, and said frankly, "It's terrible."

The four words made the expression on Feng Yixiao's face stiff. He looked at An Luo with a gloomy face after cleaning up the blood on the ground and limped out of the room without turning his head, not even a smiling face. .

He didn't have the slightest nostalgia for him, it seemed that the intimate matter just now was just a task that had to be compromised, and it didn't have any meaning in his heart.

This realization made Feng Yixiao almost go crazy.

Awful?But he felt that he enjoyed it very much. Wouldn't this kind of thing make everyone happy?

No man would be happy to receive such an evaluation. He sat in the room all morning and was depressed. He searched for things on the Internet for the first time, only to find that there were so many things beyond his knowledge...

I didn't see An Luo during the whole lunch, but another servant was waiting on the side. The old man was eating on the opposite side, so he naturally wouldn't ask in front of him. Fortunately, the old man has the habit of taking a nap. Immediately asked the servant beside him, "Where's Butler An?"

The servant beside him said with a low eyebrow, "Butler An asked for leave."

"Ask for leave?" Feng Yixiao frowned suspiciously.

The servant explained, "The young master of the Su family came to look for Butler An in the morning, and found that Butler An had a high fever, and Mr. Su sent him to the hospital."

These words made Feng Yixiao's heart tighten.

Just checked on the Internet, An Luo's fever probably has something to do with him, but this young master of the Su family made him unable to let go.

He asked, "Who is the young master of the Su family? He can come in and out of the old house at will? A son of a famous family, personally send a servant to the hospital?"

The servant on the side lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye, "Back to the second young master, the Su family and the Si family are family friends, and the young master of the Su family and the young master Jinhan are children. the latter……"

The servant hesitated for a while, then said, "Mr. Su intends to pursue Butler An, and the old man does not interfere with the contrast. The two of them are now dating, right?"

The last sentence made Feng Yixiao's face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The hand holding the chopsticks was tight, and he said in a deep voice, "Which hospital are they in?"

The servant reported the name of the hospital, Feng Yixiao immediately put down his chopsticks, picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair and left the restaurant.

His eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and the hand holding the suit jacket was bulging with veins.

Why does he feel like dying every day, but An Luo can feel like a fish in water every day here?Can you even gain new feelings? !

He will never allow it!

Now that An Luo has ruined his life, he will not make An Luo feel better!

Now that there is an intersection again, let's linger to death and never stop!