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The French aristocratic castles are much softer than the hard lines of the old British castles. Most of the furnishings in the rooms are also wooden furniture, and the colors are also warmer.Ten years ago, my father bought this castle and gave it to my mother. My mother, who was born in design, remodeled and decorated it herself. Every brick and pill in the house is very similar to that man's style.

Yinsang and the others went to the guest room that had already been prepared.

The butler led Suzuki to meet his father whom he hadn't seen for two years.

Under the bright modern light, the man looked at the oil painting on the wall with his arms crossed. His firm back was like a piece of hard iron, without any human feelings.

Suzuki's throat moved a few times, and finally hesitantly said dryly, "...Father."

Suzuki Hiko turned his head in response, his hair was a little gray, his face didn't have any wrinkles due to years of collapse.His expression was as cold as ever, and even when facing his son whom he hadn't seen for two years, he didn't show any color.

"You've caused me a lot of trouble."

The voice was as cold as a cold wind.

Suzuki lowered his head and said nothing.

Suzuki Hiko frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with his appearance. "The heir of the Suzuki family shouldn't be such a coward. Starting tomorrow, you will learn from Fukuyama."

"Master!" The butler on the side hurriedly said, it would be fine if he followed the others, this Fukuyama was trained from the Italian mafia, it would be too much for the young master to follow him.

The man raised his hand to signal him to shut up, "His life was bought by his mother, so he can't be ridiculous."

Suzuki's heart trembled violently, and his pupils shrank violently.

After a while, he laughed at himself again.After doing so many wrong things, I thought this man would yell at him, but in the end...you don't want to say anything to him.

As it should be, he was expecting this man to realize that he was his son one day.

For him, he just took away the person he loves the most.

When they arrived in France, it was just in time for autumn in France, and the night was rainy, with a constant patter.Suzuki sat on the edge of the bed, bloodshot eyes were faintly visible.The clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock, but he still didn't feel sleepy.As soon as I close my eyes, it is the scene of that day, and the annoying rainy day that is like withdrawing from the present, protecting the mother covered in blood above me, the sound of rain mixed with the silence in the distance, and the sound of gunshots is particularly bleak, And the fury on the face and the deep hatred in the eyes of the father who came frantically...

I have my own part in this hatred.

It was he who insisted on picking up the necklace.

There are still family portraits from childhood hanging in the room, and the villain with pink makeup and jade carvings is snuggling in the arms of his parents and smiling so hard that his teeth can't see his eyes.

How ironic.Suzuki thought.

After completing the task, Yinsang and his team visited wineries in Bordeaux every day.Yinsang, who was used to drinking sake, always felt that red wine was strange, and within a few days, he felt bored.

Suzuki, who returned to his family, was not as carefree as Yinsang and the others, and became more and more silent. His father asked him to follow Fukuyama, and he followed him without saying a word. Like his father.

"Master." The butler stood politely aside and called softly.

Suzuki Hiko was sitting on an ebony chair carved with iris and root, flipping through the oil painting album in his hands with thick callused fingers, his eyes were soft like flickering candlelight in the dark.

Everything on it was painted by his wife, Dominique de Alotti.

Hearing the butler's voice, he didn't lift his head, "What's the matter?"

"Master, how can you say that it is too dangerous for the young master to follow Fushan, what Fushan is doing is licking blood with a knife."

The man raised his eyelids slightly, "If you are frightened by this, you don't have to be the heir of my Suzuki family."

The butler's face changed, and he wanted to say something, but the man stopped him, "Okay, let's go down."

The butler had no choice but to back down.

On the newly turned page of the oil painting, the woman uses orange tones as the background to outline a white and tender baby, and writes a line of words with a quill pen, cherie, Jet'aimeprofondement.9 (Dear baby , I love you dearly).

Suzuki Hiko's eyes were a little dazed.

"Elodie, our son can only grow up by himself, we can't protect him for the rest of his life."

The cold dishes and soups have been removed, and the third course of "Bourgogne red wine stew" has been served.The sound of the elegant violin echoed faintly in the hall, and the beef in the bright red wine soup in the white porcelain bowl was shining brightly, which looked very appetizing.

Suzuki was a little bit hesitant.

From the appetizer white fish and vegetable salad to the white cream mushroom soup, everything is my mother's favorite.

He ate a few bites, and suddenly saw some white powder on the side of the plate. He frowned, these people are too lazy to do things now, and just about to find someone to come over, a maid next to him said timidly, "Master and Alodie You really look alike." Suzuki raised his eyebrows in surprise, firstly because of her behavior, it is considered frivolous for a maid to talk to her master in a big family like theirs, secondly because of what she called her mother, Miss?My mother has been married to my father for many years, how can I call her Miss.

He frowned, thinking he was a newcomer, so he ignored it and turned to leave.

The maid was holding her face, watching his leaving back, her face was full of abnormal blush, "Elodie! It's your baby!"

Some of the white powder on her fingers stained her face, she paused for a moment, her eyes full of regret, "But you won't be able to see him, it's a pity."

As if she thought of a good way, her blue eyes were instantly lit up with red madness

"I'll take them to see you, okay?"

"Yin Sang, what are you doing lying on someone's door?" A threatening voice came from behind Yin Sang.

"Investigate, investigate, this castle is very strange everywhere." Yinsang said righteously, but there were two blood lines spreading out from under the nostrils.

"Investigate the size! What do you want to investigate in the women's locker room!" Shinpachi gave Yinsang a shudder, "Leave quickly! It's over if someone finds out..."

As if to confirm Shinpachi's words, the door was slowly pushed open, and a blond and blue-eyed busty girl in a maid outfit walked out from inside.

"It's over, it's over..."

The maid looked at them, probably understanding the situation, panic flashed in her blue eyes, and she ran away blushing.

When passing by Shinpachi, his wrist accidentally bumped into him.

"Shinpachi, that girl is shy." After the maid walked away, Yinsang said with her hands behind her head.

Shinpachi didn't speak, the place where he was hit hurt a little...

Did the maid hide something up her sleeve?

When Osamu Suzuki woke up, his head was dizzy, as if he was inlaid with iron.The surrounding vision was blurred, and only a shadowy figure could be seen sitting opposite.He frowned and shook his head.

"Are you awake?" The maid at the dinner table just looked at him timidly. If he hadn't been playing with a gun in her hand, he wouldn't have suspected that she had kidnapped him.

For money?Still for the right?

He moved slightly, his limbs were tied so hard that he was completely numb.

Celine smiled at his embarrassed look, her eyes were a little fascinated.

No one would guess that it was her who did it. Ten years ago, she came here when she was only 15 years old. She has been working hard. She has always been a shy little girl in front of everyone. It's a big deal, thanks to this, she was able to stun the young master, put him in a sack, and go all the way unimpeded.

She looked at the sky outside.

"It's time for your father to come too."

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