Before I became the legendary boss

Tonight's banquet was somewhat beyond Mrs. Alma's expectations, because Mr. Davis was drunk.

Mr. Davies has always been a rational, almost rigid person who has a strong dislike for unplanned situations, let alone his own words and deeds.So when Mr. Douglas was still delivering long speeches and Mr. Davis was already staring at the empty wine bottle in a daze, Alma thought it was time to ask Mr. Albert to see off the guests.

Mr. Davies had had too much to drink tonight, and though the birthday party was a joyful event, Mrs. Alma knew very well that poor Mr. Davies did not like his birthday, which would make him Thinking of his father, the last head of the Davis family, the deceased Master Andre.Throughout the banquet, Mr. Davis hardly spoke, except that Mr. Douglas insisted on asking him to speak, and told two jokes that made Miss Maria happy. Most of the time, Mr. Davis kept pouring alcohol into his mouth.

A qualified maid must always clean up the master's clothes and messes skillfully.So Mrs. Alma cooperated with the butler Albert, and reminded Mr. Douglas gently at the right time that an unmarried woman like Miss Maria should not stay out for more than 10 o'clock, which made the banquet a decent one. end.

Mr. Davis seemed to be in a half-drunk and half-awake state until the end. Although he was a little shaken, he still agreed to go back to his room to rest after confirming tomorrow's schedule with the housekeeper.Mrs. Alma was worried.Mr. Davies's current state is very inappropriate-he has taken too much like a water bag that is constantly receiving.No one knows when the bag will burst.Mrs. Alma can only pray over and over before going to bed, hoping that her master can sleep well tonight and forget all troubles in her dreams.

But her prayers were doomed to fail.

Mr. Davis was lying on a large bed. Under the influence of alcohol, his body seemed to be soaked in flames, but the part controlled by reason became more and more awake.He knew he had lost his composure tonight.There are many reasons, and he can take out a piece of paper to list them all.Several of them are about so-called "rare species".

Yes, Mr. Davis has been angry.This anger has been there since the day the department store left, and it has accumulated to this day, and it can even be traced back to the night of the chamber of commerce dance.For the first time, he made a wrong judgment on "it".That seems to be a kind of prophecy, because again and again after that, "it" will deviate from its original expectations.Breaking down one's solid and hypocritical shell layer by layer.

Mr. Davis has always adhered to the principle of "fairness and justice", and at one time he felt that he had achieved it.He donated books to "it" to make up for his mistakes, and when the other party brought him benefits, he also tried his best to reward them.But he didn't expect his behavior to cause even greater harm to the other party—"it" was brought into human society to be humiliated.This society cannot allow "pets" to have independent thinking, or have an IQ superior to humans. They contemptuously regard "it" as an inferior animal and deprive them of any possibility of being respected, and it is themselves who caused this situation .

What made Mr. Davis even more unacceptable was that when he was immersed in anger and lost the other party, and wanted to call back, he found that he didn't know the other party's name at all.

Yeah, he kept calling "you" or "hey" and never asked "it"'s name. "It" is so smart and has companions, how could it not have a name.But Davis never thought about it.

He was shocked by his own stupidity and arrogance.The raging anger quickly burned through his heart, and no amount of alcohol could quench it.

His father was such an arrogant person, he coveted his mother's beauty, and used various methods to force her into the door, but after being in love for a while, he immediately got tired of it.He is a gentleman praised by everyone in the upper class, but in the eyes of Mr. Davis, he is just a bastard who tramples on other people's wishes and does whatever he wants.

In the end, his parents tortured each other and both died, leaving Mr. Davis, who had just grown up, to shoulder the heavy responsibility of inheriting the family.From that moment on, he swore from the bottom of his heart that he would never become a person like his father, a devil who would bully the weak and destroy others because of his own selfish desires.

But look what he does now?

On the surface, I feel that I have given the other party due respect, but in my heart I still regard "it" as a somewhat strange "pet", a different kind.

How arrogant human beings are.

Mr Davies couldn't stop being angry with himself.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Mr. Davis closed his eyes.

[Come in. ]

The door opened, but the footsteps were not Albert's.He opened his eyes to see that the trigger that had bothered him so much had entered the room and stood by the head of his bed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Davis, I didn't expect you to be asleep."

The other party hurriedly wrote it down on paper.

[It's okay,] Mr. Davis sat up from the bed, [I didn't sleep, I just thought about some problems in bed. ]

The other party nodded, and then held up the paper full of words.

"You've helped me a lot these days and I really appreciate everything you've done."

"So I'm going to give you a present that might take some of your time."

"Can you please close your eyes?"

Mr. Davis looked at the other party's quiet and serious appearance, endured the bitterness in his throat, and nodded.

There was darkness in front of him, and Mr. Davis didn't know what the other party was going to do, and his breathing was so quiet, until his palm was gently pulled.The hand was so small and soft that Mr. Davies felt a sudden fear that he might injure him by being a little rough.Then he opened his eyes on prompt.

In a dark room, a rainbow suddenly appeared in the sky!

Mr. Davis could barely control his expression, he felt like he was dreaming.

But that rainbow was so bright and clear, and it just floated over the room like this, as if it still carried fresh water vapor.At this time, the moonlight shines into the window, adding a white halo to the rainbow.It looks even more sacred.It was like an oracle from the gods, like a bonfire in the long dark night, like the gentle and sad song that his mother had sung in his ears.

Beside his bed, the little magician was smiling at him.

"Happy birthday to you, Mr. Davis."

He Rong did an experiment.

Since mobile phones can copy inanimate objects, some things can be copied theoretically as long as they can be observed even if they have no entity.

As he was thinking about the gift, he happened to see the fountain in daylight with a little rainbow hanging over it.With an idea, he immediately took a picture of it and took it to the greenhouse for research.

Turns out it does, and while the rainbow fades quickly, it's enough.

He has prepared Mr. Davis an unexpected gift that cannot be bought with money, hoping to surprise him a little.Judging from the results, Mr. Davis should not be disgusted—he stared at the rainbow until it disappeared completely.

He Rong thought, if you were asked how you did it, it would be really difficult to answer.It can only be said to be a special skill of his own race.

But Mr Davis didn't ask.The other party remained silent for so long that He Rong felt like dozing off.

Just when he was about to say goodbye, Mr. Davis' deep and hoarse voice sounded in the room.

[I haven't done anything worthy of you. ]

[What I have done... is not worthy of this gift from you. ]

He Rong looked into the other party's golden eyes in surprise, only to realize that they were full of pain and self-blame.

He wrote puzzled, "You didn't drive me out of the house, provided me with food, and allowed me to enter the study to read."

"You also checked the news of my companion for me. You have done so much for me. I don't understand what you mean."

[These are trivial matters. ]

The other party shook his head.

[Everyone with a basic conscience can do it.I'm not stupid enough to be complacent about such little things. ]

Mr. Davis shook his head firmly again, the darkness in his eyes made He Rong suffocate.

"It's not a trivial matter."

He Rong quickly wrote.

"These may be trivial things to you, but to me, they are big things about survival."

He glanced at Mr. Davis and went on.

"I know that you are very strict with others and yourself. Maybe you always criticize yourself and feel that you are not doing enough."

"But since I came here, I have always felt that you are a person who is respected from the bottom of my heart."

"You don't look down on someone because of their parentage."

"I will not give up my principles due to the situation."

"You try to do what is fair and right to the world, even when the world doesn't need it."

"Even for an alien like me, you can try to understand and tolerate."

He Rong looked up into the other party's eyes.

"You make me feel that there are beautiful and great existences like you among [human beings]."

Under the moonlight, the lord with golden eyes stretched out his hand to him, leading him out of countless malice and dangers.

So He Rong once again covered the opponent's broad palm.

"Even if I leave one day, I will not forget you, Mr. Davis."