White Moonlight of the Tyrant

Taking advantage of his height and his ruffian aura, Huo Zheng put on sunglasses, looking like a mature man.

But in fact, he is only seventeen this year, not yet an adult.

The moment he took off the sunglasses, the slightly youthful facial contours were immediately exposed, Ming Ran was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his head and slightly pursed his lips.

Huo Zheng didn't see Ming Ranxiao, if he saw it, he would definitely jump.

He just didn't want people to think he was a child, so he wore sunglasses all the time and armed himself like a domineering president.

Huo Zheng stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet casually, and said slowly, "You don't have to be polite when dealing with this kind of person. Just scold him, and beat him up if you don't feel relieved after scolding."

"It's impossible to expect God to accept him, God is too busy."

"You can't rely on anyone in your life, you can only rely on yourself."

Huo Zheng said something that didn't match his age. After drying his hands, he turned around, picked up the ebony crutch that was on the side, and left the bathroom in a dignified manner.

The lobby manager and the security guards followed closely behind him in a huge formation.

Although Huo Zheng's legs and feet were not flexible and he was leaning on crutches all the way, he walked with strides and extremely fast steps.

The manager trotted all the way to catch up with Huo Zheng, tremblingly said: "Master, where are we going now, are you going back to the capital today?"

Manager: "Does Mr. Huo know that you are returning to China? If you come back without saying a word, Mr. Huo will be angry if he knows!"

Huo Zheng waved his hands irritably: "I've had enough of that poor school. No one speaks human words, and the labor is boring. And the food in that poor school is too bad. If I don't go back to China, I will starve to death."

Manager: "Master, I told you to learn a foreign language well... You, didn't you deliberately make Mr. Huo unhappy! Mr. Huo is unhappy, can you feel better?"

The Mr. Huo mentioned by the manager is Huo Yunting, the current head of the Huo family.

Huo Zheng wanted to make Huo Yunting call him uncle, but the two had no blood relationship.

Huo Zheng was picked up by Huo Yunting from outside.

When he first came to Huo's house, he was just an ignorant little ruffian.

Because Huo Zheng has been outside for a long time, although Huo Zheng is young, he is very precocious.

He often swears and swears, which makes people want to cut off their ears.

Huo Yunting disliked him very much, and found someone to strictly discipline him for a few years before he was transferred to the current state.

Huo Zheng's leg was because he was extremely hungry when he was a child and stole food, and was discounted by someone on the street with a steel pipe.

After that, it will be difficult to walk.

Why Huo Yunting asked Huo Zheng to call him uncle, no one knew except these two.

When Huo Yunting was mentioned, Huo Zheng had a look of fear on his face, and said in confusion: "He doesn't know that I'm going back to China, so don't tell him! I'll play for a few days, and I'll go back after a few days."

The manager looked embarrassed, and nodded helplessly: "Then where are you going now? May I take you to lunch? I have recruited a new top chef with first-class skills."

Huo Zheng sneered, and his tone was slightly mocking: "Is a top chef comparable to the grandson of Chef God? Go to the hall!"

The birthday party has officially started, and the hotel's huge crystal chandelier emits brilliant light, shining on the well-dressed faces of all the guests.

The noise came to an abrupt end, and Ming Ruifeng walked up to the round platform in the center of the hall with his chubby body, and bowed gracefully.

Accompanied by the melodious piano performance, Ming Ruifeng said excitedly and proudly: "Thank you, friends, for your kindness and participation in Gouzi's birthday party..."

After Ming Ruifeng said a long and useless polite speech, there was warm applause from the audience.

Each of these people is very supportive.

At this time, Huo Zheng and the manager walked through the crowd and came to a corner, chatting and watching them.

Ming Ruifeng's face was full of red, and he immediately got to the point: "Next, I want to announce something to everyone."

As he spoke, he glanced at the positions of Mingxiu and Su Wenyi on the opposite side.Su Wenyi smiled and gently pushed Mingxiu.

Mingxiu bowed his head, smiled shyly, and walked to Ming Ruifeng's side.

"My son Mingxiu, he received an invitation letter for a domestic cooking competition! He is the only one in our Lin City who has received an invitation letter. I am proud of him!"

The domestic culinary competition has a strict competition system, which is strictly controlled by the veterans of the National Culinary Association.

Those who can participate in the competition must be extremely talented in the field of cooking, or people who are already a little famous.

Only those who have received an invitation letter are eligible to apply.

There are many skilled chefs in Lin City, but there is only one person who actually got the invitation letter.

Everyone looked at Mingxiu in amazement, and sighed and exclaimed one after another!

"I'm getting old, I'm no younger than a 20-year-old boy!"

"Mr. Ming's father-in-law is the champion of the last competition, and his grandson must have passed the truth!"

"Speaking of which, I remember that when senior Xia Junshan was alive, he always took a young boy with red lips and white teeth with him wherever he went... It should be this young master Mingxiu!"

"It really is true that blue is better than blue!"

As the saying goes, the family ugliness should not be publicized, and Ming Ruifeng covered up the dirty things of the Ming family very well.

Everyone said that the family of the richest man in Lin City had a loving father and filial son, and a harmonious family, but they didn't know that these were all superficial scenery.

All the filth and embarrassment are hidden, and the fake becomes real.

Mingxiu was wearing a pure white snow-like suit, under the bright lights, everyone looked at him with envy.

He lowered his eyes, his shoulders trembled, his fists tightened little by little, and a very strange smile appeared on his mouth, but it was fleeting.

The reporter held up the camera and desperately pressed the shutter, and the clicking sound was accompanied by dazzling flashes, one after another.

Ming Ruifeng received a pure black suitcase from his assistant. This suitcase is retro in shape, and under the light, there is a layer of gloomy luster, mysterious and atmospheric.

When Mingxiu saw the box, his pupils constricted, and even his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Ming Ruifeng gently picked up the box and said to the media: "This is my father-in-law, Mr. Xia Junshan's favorite set of knives during his lifetime. It has accompanied Mr. Xia Junshan through decades of ups and downs. It can be said that This is a set of knives that has been infused with his heart and soul."

"Father-in-law once told me that when my grandson grows up, I will give him this set of sword masters." Ming Ruifeng turned to face Mingxiu: "Mingxiu, are you willing to be as good as your grandfather? Are you willing to inherit the sword?" This set, the knife infused with your grandfather's spirit and soul?"

A chef's knife is like a warrior's armor.

Xia Junshan has been on the road of cooking for decades, and this set of knives has always been by his side.

Just like what Ming Ruifeng said, this set of knives is Xia Junshan's spirit, his soul, and a beautiful treasure that cannot be measured by price.

Now, in full view.

As if holding a succession ceremony, Ming Ruifeng was self-righteous and self-assertive, and passed this set of knives to Mingxiu.

Mingxiu was so excited that he was going crazy.

What happened today was even more exciting than he expected, and it would be unforgettable for him forever.

At this moment, he was already in heaven.

Mingxiu caressed the simple and dark surface of the box almost obsessively, and pressed the button tremblingly.

His breathing was tense, and tears came to his eyes.

Just when he was about to caress the coldly glowing knife face, his palm was suddenly empty——

Almost instantly, Ming Xiu and Ming Ruifeng felt their eyes blur.

A black shadow flashed over in an instant, grabbed the suitcase very quickly, and locked it with a click.

All eyes are like super glue, glued to the side of the round platform, a young man with pale skin.

He was wearing a pure black suit with a half-open white rose pinned to his upper body pocket.

Because the action was too fast just now, the petals of the rose trembled tremblingly.

The outermost snow-white petals swept across the young man's flexible waistline and fell to the ground.

There was an uproar.

Mingxiu couldn't pretend anymore, his eyes were cracked, and he gritted his teeth: "Ming! Burn!"

Ming Ruifeng scolded angrily: "Brat, what are you doing! Hurry up and return the knife—"

Ming Ran tightly gripped the handle of the box, the eyes of everyone in the audience pierced his chest tightness, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He still remembered what the nanny said to him early this morning, she asked him to bear it.

Bear with it, young master, some things, just bear with it.

Don't be so stubborn, bow your head and bear with it.

No one is on your side in this family.

Ming Ran was short of breath and closed his eyes tightly.

Why, must he endure it?

He obviously did nothing wrong, why should he endure it!

His home is dark, and everyone in front of him is dirty, so there is nothing to miss.

The 20-year family relationship has finally been wiped away today!

Ming Ran opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were burning and piercing.

Even if he is a stranger from now on, even if no one is on his side forever, he will never bear it anymore!