Little Mr. is one hundred years old

King lives in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, which is also owned by Hongwei.

When Qing Huan entered the door, she looked around and nodded: "It's pretty good."

"He," King said, referring to Lou Zhao, "asked me to live in his house, but I refused."

"Oh," Qing Huan expressed her understanding: "It's really not suitable for you to live in someone else's house. What if you scare someone's family?"

King grabbed Qing Huan's hand: "Then Huan, can I live at your place?"

"Not good," Qing Huan quickly refused, "I'm not used to living with other people."

"But you used to live in my house..." King immediately retorted—although Chinese is not as good as Qing Huan's English, there is no problem in expressing these basic meanings.

"That's because I didn't have any other options there." Better than staying in a hotel with a bunch of people and of course staying in King's "home".

King frowned with hurt.

Qing Huan coughed lightly: "I'll talk about this later, anyway, I'm not ready to accept people to live with me."

Qing Huan turned around to pour water, but King suddenly jumped on him from behind, Qing Huan's hand shook, and the bone china teapot fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Qing Huan hurriedly squatted down to pick up the pieces, while muttering: "This is something from the hotel, I don't know how much I will pay for it..."

King also squatted down with him, but did not pick up the debris, but stared at the movement of Qing Huan's plain hand. When he saw the debris scratched Qing Huan's fingers, he grabbed his hand, and then put the injured Put your fingers in your mouth——

Qing Huan secretly rolled his eyes - he knew it would be like this...

It wasn't until Qing Huan's finger wound healed that King took out his finger, licked his lips and said, "As expected, your blood is the most delicious."

Regarding the transparent body fluid on her finger, Qing Huan wiped it with a paper towel in distaste before saying, "You're such a masochist, obviously every time you drink my blood, you will get abdominal pain, so you still don't give up."

"But it's so delicious, I can't stand just imagining it." There was something alluring in King's deep blue eyes.

"Look, I can't live with you anymore," Qing Huan said quietly, "What if you suck my blood and turn me into a human?"

"I will restrain myself." King's eyes were extremely sincere.

The corners of Qing Huan's mouth twitched, and he continued to pick up the debris on the ground and threw them into the trash can, while King followed behind him step by step.Qing Huan turned around, and the two of them stuck together again. Qing Huan looked up at King who was close at hand, and pushed him away——

"too close."

King grabbed his hand, and wrapped his other around his waist: "Huan, sleepwithme, I will make you comfortable." His voice was sexy and low, with great allure.

"No." Qing Huan refused again, withdrew her hand, and pushed the person away: "Don't think that I don't know your plan, you should find someone else."

"Huan," King muttered, "You have rejected me a hundred and three times."

"..." After rejecting so many times and still not giving up, I'm really thick-skinned...I think back then, if it wasn't for his courtship from time to time, my trip to Europe might not have ended so quickly——Qing Huan transfer Topic: "Did you come alone? Where's your entourage?"

"Should... still be on the boat." King said indifferently.

"Where is M? Didn't come with you?"

King's face changed when he heard the words, he covered his heart and said, "I know, your favorite is still M..."

Qing Huan pressed the center of her eyebrows: "Please, I just mentioned it in passing... If M came, I would definitely ask about you if you didn't come."

"How could that guy leave his house..." King stared at Qing Huan: "Huan, you don't really miss him, do you?"

When Qing Huan thought of that guy who always acted strangely, goosebumps arose——

"how is this possible……"

It's better not to meet, M is an extremely uncontrollable "person".

"I don't like that guy either, he..." When King was about to say something more, his face suddenly changed, and his already pale face became even paler. He covered his stomach, tightened his brows, and looked carefully. You can see his fingers are still trembling slightly...

Qing Huan sighed helplessly: "Didn't I say that you are asking for trouble? Go to bed and lie down."

"Huan...you are finally willing to sleep with me..."

Qing Huan was speechless: "At this time, you are still talking poorly..."

"Poor... what do you mean?"

"It's just that your mouth is too cheap."

"..." King still understood the word "cheap".

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At this time, Loujia——

"Can't find it?" Lou Zhao sat in front of the desk with his legs crossed on the phone, and his face darkened when he heard the reply from the other end.

"Mr. Shao, I really can't find it... I know that he is studying in No. [-] Middle School, and I can't get other information at all."

"Study in school. Doesn't the school and the Education Bureau have any information? He used to go to school, right?"

"I've checked everything..." The voice over there became weaker and weaker: "No one knows where Bai Qinghuan's personal file is sealed..."

"Okay, you guys continue to check until you get to the end."

"Yes, Mr. Shao."

Lou Zhao hung up the phone, leaned on the back of the chair, put one hand on the table and tapped on the table, frowning deeply.

"Bai Qinghuan...Bai Qinghuan..."

Suddenly, he took an old-fashioned key from the drawer, stood up, and then went out the door, all the way up to the attic, opened the door with the key, and when the light was on, he could see that there were many old-fashioned things piled up inside, but it was very neat Clean, it can be seen that it is often cleaned up.

Lou Zhao walked to the innermost place familiarly, took out a mahogany box with camellias carved in it, and opened it. They were all old things with a sense of the times, and they were out of tune with the present.On the top is a yellowed diary, a thick one.

Looking through the diary——

Wednesday September 10 sunny

Looking in the mirror today, I suddenly realized that I am already so old.Sitting in the rose garden, watching my cat fight with the neighbor's cat, I suddenly thought of that boy. After so many years, I still feel heartbroken. I think even if I enter the coffin, I will leave with regret.Qing Huan, he is my first love and my true love, I will never forget him.It would be great if we really took him away back then, so now it would be the two of us sitting in the rose garden.I thought that when I finished my studies and returned to China, he could truly accept me and this relationship, but I didn't expect that he would die before I went back, and I didn't even have time to see him for the last time...

I used to think it was a lie my sister lied to me, but even my sister who I thought was lying to me died.In that cruel war, soldiers with strong bones threw blood on the battlefield. If Qing Huan was still alive, even if he was still alive, would he be able to escape?After the Sino-British ship crossing again, I would send people back to China every year to look for his traces, but every time I was disappointed, or happy in vain... If Qing Huan was still alive, he would be the same age as me... But he , will still be alive?

I can only deceive myself, maybe he is still alive, escaped the war, escaped the civil strife, lived in a paradise, and lived a happy life.

……

Cloudy on the seventh Saturday of November

According to foreign calendars, today is December 12th, Christmas.When I came out of the Duke's house and was on the streets of London, I thought I saw Qing Huan.Even after so many years, his voice, appearance and appearance are still very clear in my mind.The boy really looked like him, wearing a white tuxedo, boots, and a black top hat, like a noble little prince.But he passed by quickly, surrounded by several people... I immediately got out of the car to chase him, but there were too many people on the street, and I was really old, so I fell down.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.Now that I think about it, I'm really delusional, maybe it's the child of a wealthy Chinese businessman who came out to play, how could it be Qing Huan?Even if he is alive, he is as old as me, he is just a child, besides, why did Qing Huan come to London...

I am really old, maybe, I miss him too much.

……

Light snow on Tuesday, December 12

I was dying and I knew it, even though doctors and family reassured me that it was just a cold.

I am not afraid of death, I feel very relaxed instead.In my life, I seem to be very successful, wandering in foreign countries, earning such a large family fortune, and someone will die for me when I am old... But, I still feel a little dissatisfied in my heart.If I were given another chance, I would rather exchange everything I have now for the companionship of that young man back then. Unfortunately, there is no chance to start over.

I thought, really it's all over.The fame and wealth that have weighed on me for most of my life are finally free.And I also want to leave here to meet the person I want to meet.

Qing Huan, will you wait for me there?

This is the last diary entry.

This diary, and the contents of this box, all come from the same person, Lou Zhao's uncle, Lou Muyun.There is no doubt that he is a successful businessman, no, it should be said that he is an entrepreneur, an entrepreneur who took root in the UK. Later, the Lou family’s business turned to China because of his will—one of his last words was to return to China to invest and start a business , and the other is to bring his ashes back for burial.When Lou Muyun passed away, Lou Zhao was not yet born, he was born in the second year, but for some reason, he had a good impression of this uncle and grandpa whom he had never met, and his old things were all from Lou Zhao. Zhao is saving, including this box of old things.

Flipping through the diary repeatedly, Lou Zhao found a letter on the cover of the diary. When he opened it, the words on it were beautiful and dignified, just like the person himself. One can imagine how unique the person who wrote the letter was. people……

Lou Muyun:

I know you will definitely resent me, I cheated you, I'm sorry.I still can't leave here...

I really want to see what you will look like then, maybe I can only look up to you then, I will wait for that day.May your wishes come true.

The signature is: Bai Qinghuan.

Bai Qinghuan... Bai Qinghuan... Bai Qinghuan...

Lou Zhao only felt a headache.