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Fang Mubo likes a lively but not naughty child like Hill very much. He knows that it is impossible for him to have a child of his own in this life, but this world has given him such an opportunity to truly experience the feeling of being a father.

Hill complained to him that the Latin tutor was too strict, and he looked fierce every time he had class.It stands to reason that normal parents should tell their children that the teacher is strict for your own good, but Fang Mubo didn't want that. He rubbed Hill's little head and said that if he didn't like it, he could be fired and replaced with a teacher.

Hill frowned and struggled for a while, then sighed pretentiously and said, "Forget it, for the sake of his good teaching, let's keep him for now, okay, father?"

Fang Mubo laughed: "Of course, as long as you are happy."

This made Hill feel that he also had the right to speak. He cheered, jumped off Fang Mubo's lap, and took his hand to go out: "Let's go ride a horse!"

It wasn't until after lunch that Hill went to class that Fang Mubo had a chance to see Tang Chao again.Tang Chao was visiting the manor under Doyle's leadership. Doyle found him a pair of shoes, which didn't fit a little bit, but they were much better than bare feet.Tang Chao had just passed the corner of the corridor when he bumped into Fang Mubo. He breathed a sigh of relief and called softly, "Master."

"..." Fang Mubo was taken aback by his call, then he understood, and looked at Daoyle beside him: "You taught?"

"Yes, master." Doyle stood straight half a step in front of Tang Chao, and respectfully said, "Teaching him the rules of the manor is what I should do."

There was nothing wrong with Doyle's approach. As the noble Marquis Fang Mubo, he naturally had no position to blame him, so he could only hum indifferently, and beckoned Tang Chao to follow.

Tang Chao followed quickly. He didn't know he was calling Master. When Doyle taught him, he recognized that it was Doyle's address for Fang Mubo, but he just thought it was "Master" or something, and called out There is no psychological pressure at all, and I still think this kind of role-playing is very interesting, but I don't know that Fang Mubo's thoughts have gone astray to a very subtle place.

The master and the young man entered the study, and Doyle stood by the closed door. Normally, he should accompany him in the study and be ready to take care of the Marquis, but it doesn't seem necessary now.

The gray-haired butler came upstairs and stopped by Doyle.

"Your Excellency seems to like that slave very much." There was no smile in the butler's blue eyes, and the deep nasolabial folds made him look extremely strict.Butler Owen was the butler here when the manor belonged to the Marquis' father. He watched the Marquis grow up, and everyone in the manor knew that he was not just a butler to the Marquis.Doyle lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes, the master likes him very much."

Butler Owen nodded, his lips tensed and expressionless.He glanced at the closed door and said, "Miss Obis will come over to have dinner with the Marquis later, remember to ask the Marquis to get ready."

"Yes."

Doyle watched the butler leave, and instinctively told him that the little slave might be in trouble.The corner of his lips twitched slightly, and he turned and knocked on the door of the study.

The luxurious carriage drove into the manor at twilight and stopped on the path. The heavy curtain was lifted, and a girl in fine clothes leaned out from inside.The servant stretched out his hand to help, but the girl lifted her skirt and jumped down neatly.

"Miss, please be careful."

Her blue eyes blinked, and she ignored the terrified maid. She took off the wide hat with feathers on her head and stuffed it into her hands. She slightly messed up her neatly rolled blond hair, and walked towards the main building with her head held high. door.

"Master, Miss Obis has arrived." Seeing that the Marquis had no intention of coming out, Doyle had to knock on the door to remind him.Tang Chao raised his head from the picture book of all kinds of strange creatures and looked at Fang Mubo who was sleeping on the sofa. He understood the word "Master" and thought that Doyle should be calling Fang Mubo Bo, reached out and pushed him.

Fang Mubo didn't sleep deeply, and woke up with a light touch. He squinted and stared at Tang Chao for two seconds before he realized where it was. He kissed the corner of his lips.

Tang Chao subconsciously dodged back for a while, but he didn't dodge, so he clicked his tongue, relying on Fang Mubo's incomprehension, and complained openly: "Old pervert, what are you kissing?"

"Where are you muttering?" Fang Mubo was in a good mood after his little plot succeeded. He stood up and straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and shouted to Doyle, "Come in."

"Master, Miss Obis is waiting for you downstairs." Doyle didn't hear the movement for a long time and thought he had interrupted the Marquis's good business. He was so nervous that his back broke into a cold sweat. Now Fang Mubo and Tang Chao were dressed very well. Tidy, only then did I realize that I was thinking crookedly.

"Got it." Fang Mubo pressed the palm of his right hand to signal Tang Chao not to move, and went downstairs to meet that Miss Obis.

This is probably a lady who has gone crazy and wants to be a marquis.When Fang Mubo first arrived yesterday, he saw many letters from noble ladies wanting to date the Marquis. He declined most of them, but when it was Miss Obis's turn, Doyle even spoke out to dissuade him.Doyle doesn't look like a servant who will interfere with the master's choice. This lady can force him to make an overreaching move, which is extraordinary.

Fang Mubo looked down from the stairs, and could just see the back of Miss Obis. She was wearing a small white floral dress that looked very hot, her long blond hair was tied high behind her head, and her neck was proudly curved radian.Hearing the sound of Fang Mubo coming down, she turned her head, her blue eyes were like a pool of water, and the ancient well was calm.

However, her calmness could not be maintained, the two looked at each other for a few seconds, and spoke at the same time.

"Lan Kui Yu?"

"Fang Mubo?"

The servants in the manor didn't know what made Miss Obis's plan to have dinner with the Marquis so weird. There was no communication between the two at the table. Miss Obis ate faster than everyone expected. Doyle felt that even Even the soldiers in the city were probably not as fast as her.After the two quickly settled the food on the plate in front of them in the light of candles, the Marquis invited Miss Obis to go to the study for a detailed discussion, leaving only a room full of servants looking at each other.

Talk about what?Doyle looked blank, could it be that he was going to talk about marriage?

Fang Mubo asked the maid to go to the kitchen to get some food and deliver it to the study. Lan Kuiyu was not used to skirts that were so long that they covered her feet, and felt that she would trip if she was not careful.She walked up the stairs with her skirt in both hands, and followed Fang Mubo into the study.

Tang Chao was lying on the table reading a book. He looked up and saw Fang Mubo and Lan Kuiyu in the floral dress with blond hair and blue eyes behind him. His eyes lit up, he straightened up and greeted the two with a smile: "Xiaoyu is here too. Ah, it's the first time I've seen you dressed so beautifully."

However, the two couldn't understand what Tang Chao was saying. Fang Mubo explained: "Tang Chao's setting is an oriental slave given to me by a businessman, and we don't understand the language."

Lan Kuiyu smiled at Tang Chao when she heard the words. Although they don't understand each other's language, human beings can convey a lot of information just by facial expressions.She sat down on the armrest of the sofa and asked Fang Mubo, "Is there any news about Zhang Ming?"

"Not yet, I've already asked someone to post a reward for finding a cat that eats rabbits. If Zhang Ming can see it, he should come and join us soon." Fang Mubo sat down next to Tang Chao: "The cross was taken by Tang Chao The person who sent it took it away, and I sent someone to ask for it, and if there are no accidents, it will probably be delivered tomorrow."

"Teleportation won't make us too far away, and we should be able to carry out the next teleportation soon." Lan Kuiyu looked Tang Chao carefully from head to toe: "What kind of script is this? The Marquis and his little slave?"

"I don't know, but it should be about the same." Fang Mubo straightened Tang Chao's turned-up collar, looked at Tang Chao who was turning his head with a little doubt in his eyes, and said with a smile, "But it must be an interesting one." story."

In the evening, Young Master Hill, who had finished a day of classes, went to the study to find his father under the leadership of the housekeeper. The Lord did not see him, but saw Miss Obis who was still in the study.

Hill immediately understood that for this beautiful lady who also wanted to be his stepmother, he unabashedly expressed his hostility and disgust, but Lan Kuiyu completely ignored him and lay down on his own. Close your eyes and rest on the sofa.

"Hey! Listen, I won't let you live in my house!" Hill ran to Lan Kuiyu and said seriously.Lan Kuiyu opened her eyes and glanced at him, raised her hand and patted his head perfunctorily as comfort, turned over and continued to sleep.The butler saw everything in his eyes, and only felt that Miss Obis's upbringing was not as good as the rumors said.

Hill, who was ignored, fell down angrily. Just as he was thinking about how to make trouble to drive this annoying woman away, Fang Mubo walked in with Tang Chao: "Hill? What are you doing? "

"Father!" The young master had an idea, and turned around angrily to complain to Fang Mubo: "She bullied me! She said that after she became the mistress of the manor, I would look after her! Father! We can't let her be here Stay here!"

Speaking of which, the young master's azure blue eyes really began to tear up, which made people's hearts soften.Lan Kuiyu sneered, closed her eyes and said in a low voice, "It seems to be true."

Of course Fang Mubo knew that it was impossible for Lan Kuiyu to say these words. He was amazed that such a young child was so active in his mind, and he was still an actor.He took Hill's hand and said, "I know, Hill, it's late, it's time to go to bed."

Hill heard the words and quickly put away tears, hugged Fang Mubo's hand and acted like a baby: "I want my father to sleep with me."

Fang Mubo didn't expect this to happen again, so he coaxed him patiently: "I still have things to deal with, you are already a big boy, go to bed obediently, okay?"

Who knew that the young master would blow up all of a sudden, he pointed at Tang Chao and said angrily: "Liar! Father must want to sleep with him! He is older than me, and my father can hug him to sleep with him but he doesn't Willing to be with Hill! Why!"

Tang Chao was studying his new clothes with his head down. Fang Mubo was in a hurry. The tailor rushed to make a suit and sent it over as quickly as possible. He didn't know what material was used. It was very comfortable to wear next to the body.He heard the son of the Marquis babble a lot of things he didn't understand, and the room fell into a suffocating silence.Tang Chao raised his head and found that everyone in the room was looking at him, including the housekeeper with a particularly ugly face and Doyle who was trying to lower his head but still glanced at him from time to time.

Tang Chao: "?"

...so what's going on here?