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There was no young man of Tang Chao's age in the manor, so Doyle had to temporarily find the clothes of a skinny cook.The clothes were not new but they were washed cleanly. The neckline was a bit too big. Tang Chao couldn't hold it up on his shoulders, and the whole place was empty.Fang Mubo helped him roll up his overly long sleeves and trousers. At this moment, Tang Chao finally realized that something was wrong. He stood up and stretched his hand horizontally across his head, comparing his height with Fang Mubo.

Tang Chao's palm landed on Fang Mubo's shoulder. He frowned and looked around to see if there was a mirror.

Fang Mubo asked Doyle to call someone over to measure some clothes for Tang Chao.Doyle glanced at Tang Chao who was walking around the study room with bare feet. Although he was very dissatisfied with the slave's unruly behavior, and he didn't understand why the Marquis was so nice to a small gadget that came to his door, but the valet His professional ethics prevented him from commenting on the Marquis' decision at will, so he could only bow his head and respectfully say, "Yes, master."

Then Fang Mubo took Tang Chao's hand from behind and motioned for him to come with him.

Fang Mubo walked out of the study. There was no carpet in the corridor, so he bent down to pick up the barefoot Tang Chao and went to his bedroom.Being held in Fang Mubo's arms, Tang Chao was finally sure that he had indeed become smaller. Before, he could never be like this now, almost completely huddled in the man's arms.

After entering the bedroom, Tang Chao was able to go down to the ground again. He immediately walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror inlaid with a silver frame in the corner of the room. After seeing his current appearance, he couldn't help but smile.Fang Mubo came over and stood behind him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

The teenager in the mirror has red lips and white teeth, almost the filter version of him when he was 16 years old.The man behind him was tall and tall, with short platinum blonde hair brushed back, and smoky gray eyes staring at the teenager in the mirror.He has profound facial features and a typical western appearance, but Tang Chao can still recognize him as Fang Mubo at first glance.

What's this?The cold-faced Marquis and his cute little slave?Tang Chao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took Fang Mubo's hand off his shoulder, turned around, and looked up at him making the sign of the cross on his chest.

The cross he had been wearing around his neck was gone, and he couldn't find it after looking in the box just now. Tang Chaosi thought about it, and it must have been taken away by the maid while he was taking a bath.

Tang Chao crossed his fingers to make a cross on his chest, paused for a while, and drew a round arc on his stomach with another hand to symbolize a businessman.After making gestures back and forth like this twice, Fang Mubo seemed to understand, and called Doyle at the door.

"Go write to Mr. Matthews and ask him if he has taken a black and white cross pendant from this slave." Fang Mubo said coldly: "If there is, let him send it as soon as possible." come over."

Doyle said yes and did it right away.Fang Mubo nodded to Tang Chao, saying that he had gone to ask.Seeing this, Tang Chao was a little relieved, the cross was the most important thing, without it all of them would have to stay in this world.

It was only after this time that I felt a more intense abdominal distension. The businessman came overnight, and Tang Chao stayed in the box all night without even using the toilet.He pressed Mu Bo's belly, but felt that the gesture was not obvious, so he hesitated for a while, and could only spread his legs boldly and indecently and made a gesture of supporting his little brother.

Fang Mubo understood instantly, and couldn't help laughing because of him. He raised his hand and rubbed the boy Tang Chao's head, and took him to the toilet.

Tang Chao still doesn't have suitable shoes to wear. After protesting to no avail, Fang Mubo hugged him out of the toilet and went to the kitchen.Seeing the Marquis coming in, the cook who was cleaning the fireplace stood upright against the wall in fright, rubbing her dusty skirt with a blushing face.

"Is there anything to eat?"

The cook nodded quickly, and after wiping her hands on her apron, she brought the Marquis to the dessert counter.Fang Mubo picked out a few delicious-looking snacks for Tang Chao to hold, and wandered back to the study.

When the tailor invited by Doyle arrived, Tang Chao had just eaten and drunk, and was sitting on the sofa with Fang Mubo, playing a game of drawing and guessing.Fang Mubo's hand that was not holding the pen rested on the armrest of the sofa, protecting Tang Chao in his own domain in an unquestionable posture. Tang Chao rested his chin on one hand and tilted his head to watch Fang Mubo write and draw .

Tang Chao didn't really realize how important language is until now.Being in a completely unfamiliar language environment, one would really feel abandoned. If Fang Mubo hadn't been here by his company, he might have become extremely sensitive and depressed.

Tang Chao couldn't help but began to imagine the original appearance of the script. What would happen to the little slave from the East after being given to the Marquis by the merchant?The absolutely unfamiliar environment, the unfamiliar language, the servant who looked down on him and the Marquis of Bingshan, any one of them alone is not a small obstacle, and I really don't know how he will survive.

However, if this is also the world in the author's book, the later development of the plot is probably that the Marquis and the little slave are sleeping in true love, but I don't know if this world is like his side, with several male protagonists.

Tang Chao's random thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door, Fang Mubo immediately put away the smile on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Doyle came in with a tailor. It was a middle-aged man in his 40s with a short stature. Fang Mubo patted Tang Chao on the back of his waist to signal him to stand up, and said to the tailor, "Make him some clothes and shoes."

The tailor responded with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, and brought his assistants with tools to measure Tang Chao's body. Tang Chao stood on the large open space in front of the desk, not knowing what to do, so he could only stand upright.

After measuring the height, waist and bust, the tailor said to Tang Chao, "Please straighten your arms."

Tang Chao looked at him blankly, without moving.

"He doesn't understand." Said Fang Mubo stood up and walked behind Tang Chao, raised his arm, Tang Chao turned to look at him with an embarrassed smile on his face.

After measuring the data, the tailor and his assistant left. Fang Mubo told Doyle who was standing upright by the side: "Doyle, find some time in the evening to teach him to read and write."

Doyle respectfully replied yes, and Fang Mubo thought for a while: "Forget it, I'll come in person."

As long as you find Lan Kuiyu and Zhang Ming, and get back the cross, you can leave. They probably won't stay here for too long, and they proposed to teach Tang Chao a language because they are afraid that he will panic in a completely unfamiliar language environment.Fang Mubo originally thought that since he became a marquis, he needed to handle the work instead of the marquis, and he might not have much time to accompany Tang Chao when he was busy. It is simply to cause trouble for others.

Forget it, they will leave soon, and the backlog of work for a few days should not delay too much until the real Marquis comes back to deal with it.He came to teach Tang Chao himself, which happened to be his wish.

"Doyle, arrange a room for him." Fang Mubo and Tang Chao sat back on the sofa, picked up a quill and wrote Shrike Winston's name on the paper. The person pushed away from the outside, and a small golden head poked in.

"Father?" Seeing Fang Mubo, the child outside the door flashed in through the crack of the door with a smile, and flew towards him: "I'm back!"

The child was about seven or eight years old, wearing a white shirt and black overalls, his hair was platinum blonde like the Marquis, and his blue eyes should have followed his dead mother, who was the only son of the Marquis, Young Master Hill.He threw himself into Fang Mubo's arms, hugged his neck affectionately, and looked curiously at Tang Chao beside him: "Who is he?"

Fang Mubo glanced at Doyle, who was looking straight ahead, and said softly to Hill, "This is a new servant in the manor. He comes from the East and doesn't know our language yet."

"He looks a little different from us." Hill blinked, and poked Tang Chao's face with his hand: "He looks so strange, I've never seen anyone like him before."

Fang Mubo stroked Hill's hair. He had met Hill yesterday when he first arrived. Maybe it was because he had no mother since he was a child. This child was very clingy to the Marquis. Fang Mubo speculated that the Marquis treated him normally. He should be very fond of him, so he talked with Hill gently, and saw that the servants on the side were all accustomed to him, and knew that his guess was very correct.

The Marquis of Bingberg, who only shows warmth towards his own children, is indeed a character that can poke a little girl's heart.

Tang Chao looked at the two people who were obviously father and son in front of him. He didn't know what else to do except smile. The child sitting on Fang Mubo's lap was so beautiful and cute that people liked him from the bottom of his heart. He was looking at him excitedly. Say something quickly.Fang Mubo listened with a gentle arc on his lips, and said a few words from time to time. This look does have a charm that hits people's hearts directly.

After a while, Hill clamored to have a private conversation with the Marquis. Fang Mubo could only let Doyle take Tang Chao out first, and asked again: "Arrange him a better room."

He gave Tang Chao a comforting look, and Doyle made a "please" gesture in front of Tang Chao. As a personal servant who is best at observing words and expressions, he can see how much the master loves this little slave offered by the businessman. Don't be disrespectful to Tang Chao.

Tang Chao understood, got up and followed Daoyer out of the study, leaving room for the "father and son".Fong Moo-bo looks like he loves kids.Tang Chao thought.

He still has no shoes on, and the floor of the corridor is probably made of some kind of stone, which is cold enough to be comfortable.Tang Chao followed behind Doyle with bare feet. They asked the housekeeper for a large bunch of keys, and then walked through most of the main building until they came to a place similar to a dormitory.

Doyle lowered his head and opened the door. Tang Chao looked around and felt that this should be the residence of the servants.At this time Doyle pushed open the door and looked back at him. Tang Chao quickly looked back and followed him in.

The room was not too big, but it was very tidy. There was only a bed, a table and a chair inside. Doyle opened the dark curtains, and the sunlight came in, illuminating the slowly floating dust in the air.

Tang Chao looked at his new residence and suddenly felt unreal.

Doyle untied one from the bunch of keys and handed it to Tang Chao. Tang Chao took it, thanked him with a smile, and carefully put it in his pocket.