Seductive every day

Du Wantang was watched aggrievedly by A Qiu, and didn't want to worry about this moment with him.

Compared to two people arguing in front of their subordinates, being disobeyed by Xiao Xiao is not too shameful.

Du Wantang's requirements for decentness can be described as extreme. , He does not like any loss of grace, does not like any embarrassment.

Also because of this, he doesn't really like Ah Qiu who is always getting blood all over him, but a pampered young master like Zeng Junxuan is cuter.

Thinking of Zeng Junxuan, Du Wantang's mood fell instantly. The little pet he had carefully raised suddenly left. , He sighed, too lazy to talk to Du Liangqiu any more. , The driver winked very much, knowing that Master Tang had acquiesced in Master Qiu's existence, he immediately started the car and went back to Du's mansion. , father and son were in the car, one was leaning against a door, Du Wantang propped his chin and looked out the window, the city scenery was still bustling, but the child he liked was gone. , I don’t know if it’s because he’s getting older, but he always feels that he’s more easily sentimental than when he was a teenager. , Du's mansion used to be a marshal's mansion. After the Du family bought it, it has been carefully maintained. The area of ​​the front and back of the compound is [-] square meters, but now only Du Wantang and the Du family live in it. , The car drove to the small street in front of the mansion, Du Wantang asked people to stop at the street corner, the Xifu Begonias on both sides were almost withered, and the pink and white petals spread all over the ground were crushed into plaster by passing vehicles. , Du Wantang walked alone in the small street, feeling very uncomfortable. , When he was young, the world was not good, and both black and white were the words of power. The Du family was ups and downs in this power center, and the impact it suffered can be imagined. , All his brothers and sisters died in the conflict and assassination, and the family tried their best to keep only one of him. , When he was young, he was hidden in the capital by his family, and he was raised quietly as a girl. The foster family was his grandfather’s best friend. At that time, he was a highly respected male actor in Peking Opera. Lightly applied, it is sought after by the world, but after taking off the makeup and returning home, it is hard to even eat a hot meal.

He has never been married, has no wife and no children, and Du Wantang always feels that he will die alone like that old gentleman in his life.

He was afraid that his end would be too miserable, so he took good care of Zeng Junxuan, hoping that after a hundred years, at least someone would see him off. , the residual flowers on the branches swayed, and the petals fluttered down. Du Wantang took one of the petals, feeling that there is no prosperity in this world that never ends. The fallen flower in his palm. , Du Wantang frowned, he knew who was behind him without turning around. , Du Liangqiu put the petals in his mouth, a light fragrance spread out, the back in front of him was thin and cool, he was stingy and gave him a little attention, and walked away without looking back. The tall and tall young man followed him with his head bowed and escorted him home. , Aqiu, just like when she was a child, stepping on Du Wantang's footprints, as if her own feet landed on his footprints, she can get closer to this unreachable god. Du Liangqiu knew that Lord Tang thought he was not elegant enough. He was a country dog ​​with a humble background, and his life was worthless. After he was trained, he could take care of the house, but that was all. , No one will hold a native dog in their arms and love it, that is the treatment only for precious pets with blood. , Just like Zeng Junxuan, a rich young master, exudes a sense of nobility from head to toe, and putting a grain of soybeans under eighteen layers of cushions can hurt him.

Zeng Junxuan could put his arms around Master Tang's neck and ask for a car, a house, money and power, but Du Liangqiu only dared to fight for Master Tang's blood, and then stood far away, worried that he was covered in blood staining Lord Tang's eyes. Before, I didn't understand what I should do to please Lord Tang.Later, he gradually understood that man's fate is determined by the sky, he is destined not to win Lord Tang's heart, if he wants to get close to his god, the only way to do it is to imprison the god.

Looking at Du Wantang's alienated back, his eyes gradually turned red. , "I don't regret it" he murmured, even if the whole world said he was wrong, he would not regret it.