The president regretted after the poor little left

On the day of discharge, An Luo called the driver of the villa to pick him up, but it was Feng Yixiao who came.

"Don't go back to the old house. I applied to the old man to let you serve me at my place, and the old man agreed."

An Luo hesitated, "Master is not in good health recently, I am a little worried."

Hearing his words, Feng Yixiao sneered, "Worry? So people like you still have the word worry in their hearts."

He looked sideways at An Luo, and said with a strange air, "How is your relationship with that young master surnamed Su recently? He is also a rich master, and hanging him will not do you any harm."

An Luola opened the door and got into the car, and responded, "I rejected him."

Feng Yixiao snorted coldly, "So he was the one who stalked?"

"As you understand it."

An Luo didn't want to answer these naive and indifferent questions anymore, so he simply turned to look out the window.

Feng Yixiao felt a little frustrated, did An Luo not care about what he said, or did he have no feelings for him at all?When An Luo looked at him, it felt like he was looking at a stray dog. No matter how much he played around, he couldn't stir up a wave in An Luo's heart.

An Luo followed him to the house that Feng Yixiao bought in Yicheng, a small two-story bungalow with an average location and casual decoration. Obviously, he didn't plan to live here permanently.

This kind of place also needs him to serve?

Just as he was thinking, someone hugged his waist and pulled him into a hot embrace.

An Luo turned his head to look at Feng Yixiao who was a little taller than him. Feng Yixiao had a smile on his face, and he pushed An Luo between himself and the wall, leaving An Luo nowhere to escape.

He said maliciously, "The reason why I applied to the old man for you to serve me is because you can serve me in every way."

He bit the last four words very hard, obviously implying something.

An Luo pursed his lips slightly, and although he didn't make a movement of resistance, the muscles of his whole body tensed up in resistance.

The memories of this two previous events were nothing but pain and fear.

With a chill in his waist, An Luo gritted his teeth resignedly, waiting for the severe pain to come.

Feng Yixiao's hand wandered over his body, An Luo felt something, the tips of his ears were reddish, and asked tremblingly, "What are you doing?"

Feng Yixiao has been observing An Luo's subtle changes, knowing that he did the right thing.

He doesn't know anything about these things. It's like opening the door to a new world recently. He has learned a lot of essence. He naturally knows how to do it so that people don't get hurt. It's just that this is the first time he has practiced it.

He said in a vicious voice, "Don't move around, you are working with a salary now, what's the matter, you have to call me young master?"

An Luo didn't want to speak, Feng Yixiao pressed it maliciously, and immediately felt the person in his arms trembling, stretched out his hand to push him in resistance, and at the same time said weakly, "Young...young master..."

An Luo's voice changed completely. When the voice came out, Feng Yixiao felt his whole body go numb.

Feng Yixiao's eyes were deep, and his voice suddenly became deep and hoarse. He withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "It's almost enough..."

……

After messing around for a whole day, Feng Yixiao didn't have to stop until An Luo fell asleep in a tired sleep in the afternoon.

He looked at An Luo's sleeping face resentfully, like a dissatisfied wives.

Why so careless?He was so tired after only a short while, but he felt more and more energetic.

This is the first time he has felt the joy of this kind of thing. It turns out that what really makes people feel happy is not only their own catharsis, but seeing the other party's reaction because of him is the real fun. !

This kind of An Luo was something he had never seen before, different from the coldness in the past, this kind of person was alive, with flesh and blood.

Recalling An Luo's performance just now, Feng Yixiao pursed his lips, thinking in his heart that just now An Luo didn't seem to be uncomfortable. This kind of thing is only done by people who love each other. Does that mean that An Luo treats him well? also……

Thinking of this, Feng Yixiao suddenly looked serious.

An Luo likes him?

For so many years of nostalgia in his heart, he not only hates An Luo, but also has a little bit of love in his heart, Feng Yixiao emphasized the word "a little bit" in his heart.

If An Luo likes him too...he can forcefully treat An Luo a little better...

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw An Luo's eyelashes trembling from the corner of his eye, as if he was about to wake up. Seeing this, he couldn't help becoming nervous, wondering if An Luo's attitude towards him would be different when he woke up. eased.

An Luo slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, Feng Yixiao stood aside, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "How do you feel this time?"

An Luo heard his voice, turned to look at him, and replied sincerely, "Not bad."

He knew what was good and what was bad, he just knew it didn't cost him half his life this time.

Feng Yixiao faltered for a long time and asked, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

He was shy and tangled in his heart for a long time, but An Luo just glanced at him lightly, and pulled up the quilt silently, "I'm sleepy."

Feng Yixiao was extremely dissatisfied with this answer, he threw off the quilt and said angrily, "I know how to sleep all day long! Get up!"

An Luo looked at him sleepily, Feng Yixiao's chest heaved violently, "We have done this so many times, you have nothing to say to me?!"

An Luo thought for a while and said, "You have made great progress."

Feng Yixiao was trembling as he held the quilt, "What the hell do you think of me? A cowboy who sells himself?!"

An Luo said, "I didn't say."

Feng Yixiao's face was flushed and his face was ferocious, while An Luo remained calm, looking at him like a monkey.

Feng Yixiao was so angry that he wanted to do something but was a little bit reluctant, so he could only stare blankly.

This kind of thing is only done by people who like each other, and An Luo doesn't feel it at all? !Is it because he doesn't like himself?Who do you like?That shit Su Yu who only knows how to grin? !

He threw down the quilt angrily, and said coldly, "I don't know what's good!"

He turned around to leave the bedroom, strode out, and when he came to the door, he cursed angrily, "Sleep to death!"

An Luo looked at the angry back, a little confused.

What is Feng Yixiao angry about?

Men also have menopause?

That night, Feng Yixiao didn't come back. An Luo waited for him after making dinner. After heating it up again and again, it was dawn, and the sound of vehicles coming in came from outside the door.

He walked into the yard and saw Feng Yixiao's car. Feng Yixiao got out of the driver's seat, the expression on his face was no longer the haze of last night. Until Feng Yixiao took the initiative to go to the driver's seat, opened the car door, and greeted another person from the car...

The high-heeled shoes fell on the ground, one hand was placed in Feng Yixiao's, and a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair came down from the co-pilot.

The mixed-race face is extremely beautiful, and the tight skirt wraps an exquisite figure.

The conversation between Feng Yixiao and the old man that day echoed in his mind at the right time.

——Recently met a woman, a model of mixed race.

——I like both appearance and character.

This is Feng Yixiao's girlfriend...

Feng Yixiao took a cold look at An Luo who was at the side, and asked, "Is breakfast ready?"

An Luo just froze for a moment before returning to his senses, "It's ready."

Feng Yixiao hummed, led the woman beside him, and said to An Luo, "Call someone."

An Luo bowed slightly obediently, "Hi, young lady."

From the beginning to the end, there was no reluctance or jealousy. An Luo's obedience made Feng Yixiao feel uncomfortable.

He took the woman to the house, and said in a gentle and gentlemanly tone, "Linna, do you like Chinese food?"

The woman's Chinese is a bit awkward, "I lived in China for a while when I was a child, and then I have been abroad all the time. I'm afraid I won't get used to it."

Feng Yixiao said, "My good-for-nothing butler cooks so well. I'm afraid you will be wronged. If you are not used to eating, I will take you out to eat."

The woman nodded, "OK."

An Luo followed behind silently. During the meal, the two hated each other in every possible way. Finally, Feng Yixiao put down his chopsticks and said, "It's hard to swallow."

An Luo removed the plate and said in a good-tempered manner, "It's my poor craftsmanship, let's make another one."

Feng Yixiao picked up the woman who was eating at the other side of the dining table, and said to An Luo, "Forget it, whatever you make is unpalatable."

"Go upstairs to tidy up the master bedroom and buy some ladies' items. The young lady will live here from now on."

An Luo nodded, "Understood."

The whole process was still as lukewarm as before, and there was no anger or rebuttal to his disrespectful words.

Feng Yixiao was half dead in anger, glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, turned his head and led the woman out.

After they left, An Luo stood alone at the dining table looking at the plate that the woman had just used for a long time, he sighed helplessly, and reached out to clean up everything on the table.

It will be sooner or later, Feng Yixiao is going to get married, he should be happy for Feng Yixiao...

When he was about to buy daily necessities for the woman, An Luo's expression changed instantly when a phone call came.

Towards evening, Feng Yixiao came back, and the woman was still in the co-pilot.

He took the woman out of the car, thinking he would see An Luo standing in the yard, but when he got out of the car, he found another man in a tuxedo.

Feng Yixiao's expression changed, "Where's An Luo?"

The man respectfully said, "Something happened with the master, and Butler An has returned to the old house, and I will take over the position of Butler An temporarily."

The woman at the side entangled Feng Yixiao's arm like a water snake, exhaling like blue, "You ran away with the popularity of your heart."

Feng Yixiao looked at her sullenly, and said in a warning tone, "You weigh your words with me."

The woman is not afraid of him like this at all, she chuckled lightly, "If you don't like him, why did you take so much trouble to find me to act with you?"

Feng Yixiao was already angry, so she naturally wouldn't continue to irritate her ignorantly, she said, "Are you really sure that you will get on the line with the young master of the Su family?"

Feng Yixiao said, "Don't worry, after all these years of floating outside, you can tell what kind of person you are by just looking at them."

"That guy definitely doesn't look like a gentleman on the surface..."