Volunteer to be a male supporting role [Quick Transmigration]

It was probably his frequent gaze that caught Hareton's attention. When he looked over again, the young man stopped imitating, and stared straight at him with eyes full of anger and embarrassment.

Zhao Linhan could probably guess what he wanted to say.

"Why don't you read your book in the living room?" The boy opened his dark eyes and glared dissatisfiedly at the guy who occupied his place.The hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, as if they were enduring the urge to hit him.

The fire in the living room is indeed burning hotter, and the environment is better.But as a weak person, if Zhao Linhan was sitting by the fireplace in the living room and reading poetry, there would be no way for his voice to reach the kitchen.

Zhao Linhan ignored him, and when he looked a little anxious and seemed unable to bear it any longer, he finally closed the book and said coldly: "When my cousin comes, I want to chat with her here and read poems to her .”

"This is my place!" Hareton looked more angry than ever, and he expressed his displeasure at the fact that the two men were making love and insisted on running to him.

But the confident eyes of the other party made him realize that all the places in this house belong to him, and he can go wherever he likes.This made him feel aggrieved, he muttered for a while, angrily picked up his farm tools, and went out to work with them.

There was a crisp sound of chains colliding from the back door. After a while, the sound of footsteps was no longer heard, and a few barking dogs came from far in the air, blown by the wind, and gradually became indistinct.

Zhao Linhan put away the book and walked out of the kitchen slowly.

Zira, the housekeeper, was mending something in front of the fireplace. When she caught a glimpse of him, her shoulders slumped, and she looked a little tired.This trace of exhaustion is not because of the tiring work she has done, but because of the work she is about to do.

"Aren't you reading down there?" she asked.

Zhao Linhan nodded, and she stood up straight away, holding an oil lamp and walking in front of him.

The cold house was reheated by the fire, and the mattresses were made.Sitting on the bedside, Zhao Linhan cherished himself and asked Qila for a glass of warm milk.

But this request is something housekeepers are used to, but it doesn't prevent Qi La from feeling that he has too much to do.In fact, in this historic villa, there is no one who does not feel that he has too many things.

He is the most troublesome person in the family.

Qi La hurried downstairs, then hurried back, handing him a cup of warm milk in her hand.

Zhao Linhan took it and drank it in small sips.

She was watching, as if she was waiting to take the cup, and it seemed that there were other things disturbing her, making her hesitate to speak.

Zhao Linhan silently waited for her to speak.

Finally, when he was about to finish his glass of milk, Zira couldn't help it: "Master Heathcliff, Hareton is pitiful enough. He has no chance to learn knowledge, which is his suffering. If you have the slightest Please don’t bully him because of your compassion.”

Zhao Linhan, who was also very upset: "..."

"I see."

Although what he said was insincere, it was at least a guarantee.Qi La breathed a sigh of relief, took the cup in his hand, and walked around to the window, trying to close the window of his room.

"Leave a gap." Zhao Linhan said.

He knew he was weak, but being so stuffy in a burning room made him feel even more uncomfortable.

This request caused surprise to appear in Qi La's eyes, but she obediently left a gap.The wind outside the window slipped into the house through this small gap, and the vaguely scented flowers from the fields floated in the air.

Perhaps it was Miss Linton who came to visit not long ago that gave him a sense of exploration of the outside world?Thinking of this, Qi La staggered downstairs with a cup and oil lamp in his hand.

In any case, Linton has changed a little.Perhaps he could really spare poor Hareton, as he said.

After the night passed, Qi La was still in a good mood.She got up cheerfully, walked towards the kitchen after washing up, and planned to make breakfast in advance.

But the kitchen in the morning was obviously more lively than she had imagined.

Her little master sat by the fire and whispered poetry in his lovely voice.Hareton sat furthest away from him, stroking the hound's short, fine coat with an impatient expression.

Zira:  …

What about not bullying people?

In her opinion, this beautiful and pleasant sound obviously disturbed Hareton more than the birdsong outside the window in the morning.There is a sense of depression in him that wants to play at any time but is trying to restrain it.

There was no other way, Qi La could only stage a chorus, using the slang songs of his hometown to overwhelm the elegant poetry reciting and the crisp birdsong outside the window.

She sang quite nicely, Zhao Linhan stopped and listened to her singing quietly.Hareton, on the other hand, seemed unable to sit still. After listening for a while, he stood up and walked out quietly with the hounds.

After breakfast, Zhao Linhan went upstairs again.He stayed inside for half an hour, went shopping for a while, but in the end he only bought a few cold medicines for emergencies.His physical weakness is due to his skills, which he cannot avoid.But he wanted to work hard to maintain his current physical condition, so he fell ill and died before completing the mission.

He often spends a day on it just like that.Just when Qi La thought he would do the same today, he went downstairs with two books in his pocket.He went to the kitchen first, but the empty kitchen obviously didn't appeal to him at all.After a while, he came out again, quietly reading a book in his hand.

Qi La glanced at him in surprise, surprised that he was so quiet today, and didn't ask for torture from the beginning to the end.

When it was almost lunch time, she went into the kitchen and found the dictionary for beginners.It lay quietly where he sat when he read his poems in the morning.It looks like it was left there by its owner.

But obviously he didn't need to review the dictionary that was no longer needed.It's obvious who this book is for.Zira put the book back in its place, pleased that her advice had been adopted.

When Hareton came back, he would naturally not ignore such a large book.He looked at it frequently, with disgust and struggle constantly appearing in his eyes.

It is not difficult to guess the owner of this book.While cursing the man viciously for being careless, he couldn't help but look towards the living room.

The owner of the book sat by the fire, looking at it with all his attention.

In the next few days, Zhao Linhan didn't find a chance to stimulate him.He always leaves early and returns late, and there are very few opportunities for the two to meet.He didn't bother with his book either, acting as if he had forgotten it.

Seeing him like this, Hareton felt faintly happy, but at the same time felt a little awkward.This awkwardness came from a guilty conscience in his heart.In front of people, he dismissed the book; behind the scenes, he flipped through the book secretly, and had to be careful not to leave traces of flipping through it.

After practicing like this for a few days, I still don't know if I practiced correctly.

But the encouraging eyes from the housekeeper Qi La won him approval, so he practiced even harder.

It was another ordinary morning, Zhao Linhan came down from upstairs, holding a book in his hand, and walked lazily towards the fireplace.

Hareton leaned against the door, his shoes were a little wet, obviously he had gone out once.Logically speaking, at this time, he should be in the kitchen with his dogs instead of dawdling at the door, as if struggling with something.

Zhao Linhan did not bother him as usual.However, today's anomaly seemed to be related to him. In just one minute, Hareton couldn't help but looked at him several times.

"Your letter." Finally, he couldn't restrain himself, walked over reluctantly, and handed out a piece of paper.

"Miss Catherine wrote it."

He deliberately emphasized the words Catherine, a little impatient, and he couldn't help showing a bit of complacency.

Zhao Linhan took it, but didn't look at it anxiously, but repeated: "Miss Catherine?"

"Hareton, you haven't peeped?"

His voice was weak due to physical reasons, but years of education and habits made him speak like a cello played slowly, with a deep and elegant voice.

"How could I peek!" Hareton blushed and walked away angrily.He returned to the door where he stayed most often, and seemed to be muttering something again.

If you don't observe carefully, you might think he is cursing again.But Zhao Linhan looked at the shape of his mouth and was absolutely sure that he was practicing the two names just now.

He can already recognize these words now, but the pronunciation is not standard enough.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked down at the letter in his hand.

After all the way tossing, it has been a little wrinkled.But the beautiful handwriting on it saved it and made it still look good.

"Dear cousin Linton, I'm sorry I can't see you..."

"What's written on it?"

"You can read it yourself." Zhao Linhan handed him the paper leisurely, and then asked Qi La to help him get the paper and pen.

Unwilling to admit defeat, Hareton took the paper and fell silent.He was originally complacent about his achievements these days, but this piece of paper obviously dealt a heavy blow to him.

"Linton." Zhao Linhan said suddenly, pointing to the beginning of the letter, he said to Hareton: "Dear Linton."

Hareton subconsciously repeated it to him, and then looked at Zhao Linhan suddenly after reading it, as if he was embarrassed by his exposure and doubted his "kindness" behavior.

Coincidentally, Qi La also came over at this time, holding Zhao Linhan's things in his hand.She saw what Hareton was thinking, and smiled and shook her head at him, indicating that it was really nothing.

The paper and pen arrived, and Zhao Linhan spread out the paper and wrote without haste.

"She said that her family does not allow her to have contact with me, so she can't come here to visit me." Zhao Linhan wrote a reply, his handwriting was the same as the handwriting on the paper held by Hareton, which was also pleasing to his eyes.But what he said made Hareton suddenly depressed, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

"If you remember to say 'Dear Linton' before you come to me, I will be more than happy to teach you how to read and write." Zhao Linhan smiled rarely as he spoke. His complexion was bad, but the smile on his face made up for it up to this point.The blond hair and blue eyes made him smile like an angel wandering in the world.

Hareton couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and then slowly understood the meaning of his words.

Therefore, there is indeed a problem in that sentence!

Zhao Linhan also said to him in a timely manner: "That's what you think it means."

The appearance of Qi La made him dispel that thought, and at this moment he picked it up again.

He actually called someone he hated so intimately!

Hareton's bushy eyebrows frowned, and his face smelled surprisingly bad.

Zhao Linhan curled his lips in satisfaction, telling you to look up other people's names as soon as you get the dictionary.

Soon, he handed the written note to him: "deliver it for me."

"Dear Hareton."

I don't know why, although I read it many times before, it didn't matter, but now Hareton burned from head to toe all of a sudden.He already knows every word here, but when combined...

Like magic.He thought of this sentence in a daze, and when he woke up, he had already agreed under the magic power of this sentence.

After that, Cathy would write letters to them every day, and Zhao Linhan simply used these letter papers as teaching content to teach Hareton how to read.He used to be very impatient, but now that Catherine is holding him back, he can finally resist Zhao Linhan's ridicule and listen to him honestly.

Of course, he can't say too much, if it is too much, he still can't hold his face, and walk away annoyed or ashamed.

But Zhao Linhan could sense that Hareton's tolerance for him was getting higher and higher as they got along longer.Now the usual provocations are no longer enough to anger him, unless he magnifies his moves, he can even refute him with a normal face.

Even though he got the honor of his cousin, it was a good start anyway.

In this way, with everyone's satisfaction, the stationery class continued for more than ten days.Another morning, Zhao Linhan took the letter from Hareton and sat by the fireplace.But before he started to read, he heard the sound of horseshoes coming from the door.

Then came the voice.

Hareton had subconsciously stood up and was about to go out to meet him.He took a step forward, and suddenly remembered the letter paper that he hadn't had time to read, so he hesitated rarely.

Zhao Linhan also belatedly understood what happened.

It was Heathcliff, the owner of the villa, who came back.

He put away the letter paper and was about to go upstairs when he suddenly heard Joseph's voice: "You are finally back. During your absence, their group of idle people didn't know what they were doing, and they were sneaking around every day." Damn, Linton seems to be still teaching Hareton!"

Heathcliff was slightly surprised: "Really?!"

As he spoke, he looked at Hareton, who was standing at the door with a slightly embarrassed expression, and snorted inexplicably, motioning for Joseph to continue.

Hareton looked at Joseph nervously, but the old man obviously didn't care about his mood, and continued to say mysteriously: "He taught him to read a note passed from elsewhere."

This obviously aroused Heathcliff's interest more than what he just said. He suddenly laughed and strode towards the living room.

Zhao Linhan was still at the stairs, standing up and down.Because he had realized that he didn't have to go upstairs.

Usually, Heathcliff did not bother to see him.This time, he searched for his traces as soon as he came in, and then waved to him: "Come here, kid."

"You're a little more useful than I thought." His interest had overwhelmed his dislike of this sickly son, and he opened his hand to him, asking for a note as soon as he came.

Zhao Linhan stood there stiffly for a while, but he was reluctant to give it.But seeing Heathcliff's increasingly ugly complexion and his muscular body that was more than a circle stronger than himself, he still decided to be a hero by knowing the time and affairs.

Heathcliff got what he wanted, and his face finally returned to warmth.

"At first, I was still thinking about how to let you meet your cousin, but I didn't expect you to get in touch first." He said, with joy and disgust mixed on his face, which made his handsome face look a little weird.

Hareton moved around like ADHD, looking at the note from time to time, and then at Zhao Linhan standing at the stairs.

He was a little restless, but until Heathcliff read the letter, he didn't know where the restlessness came from.

"You've been in touch for so many days, and that's all you said?" The smile on Heathcliff's face faded. He looked at the sickly Linton, and the disgust and dissatisfaction in his eyes overwhelmed the joy again.

It should be said that the letter with no content calmed him down.

Zhao Lin looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

"Answer!" Heathcliff was suddenly very angry. He kicked the chair beside him, and the loud sound made Qila, who was watching in the corner, tremble uncontrollably, shrinking back cautiously.

"Don't stare at me with your mother's deadly eyes." Heathcliff looked at him with gritted teeth, and his hands were about to move.

Zhao Linhan finally let out a "huh".

Heathcliff calmed down again, and he sneered: "It seems that I have to teach you how to write."

"Why don't you write it yourself?" Zhao Linhan sarcastically walked back to the stove and asked Qi La to prepare the paper and pen.

Heathcliff seemed to be on the verge of eruption, but seeing that he was still obedient, he restrained himself a bit and walked over to him.

Seeing this, Hareton couldn't help lifting his foot.

That's his place.He didn't know why, suddenly he was a little angry, and he was dissatisfied with Mr. Heathcliff, who had always been respected and loved.

Joseph held him tightly, fearing that he would join in the fun.But Hareton himself didn't want to go there, and, after all this had happened, would he teach him to read?

I'm afraid it won't happen.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little depressed again.

The letter was written quickly, and the content was all dictated by Heathcliff, and Zhao Linhan was just a soulless ghostwriter.The contents of the letter were vulgar and straightforward, and he didn't even bother to read it after writing it, so he just left.

Heathcliff didn't bother him when he had achieved his goal. He glanced at the letter paper and waved Hareton over: "Send this letter as before."

Hareton answered, and took the paper.

"By the way, according to Joseph, you haven't worked much recently?"

"Mr. Heathcliff, I will try my best." Hareton said in a low voice, he squeezed the letter paper tightly, and while speaking, his eyes glanced upstairs involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Linhan was also looking at him at the top of the stairs, and he looked away as if he had been burned, and he didn't dare to glance at him again.

He usually listened to him the most, and Heathcliff was relieved after giving instructions.He was usually busy, so he put this matter behind him, and was busy arranging things in the manor with Joseph.

After a while, Hareton also went out to work.The whole villa suddenly quieted down. Zhao Linhan stayed upstairs for a while, still feeling uncomfortable.

I can't read the book anymore.

He glanced at the stairs irritably, and when he saw that Heathcliff was still there, he shrank back with an unfriendly expression, feeling extremely annoyed.

It was not until the afternoon that he reappeared in the living room.

There was only Qi La in the living room. Seeing him, the housekeeper greeted him habitually.

They've gotten along pretty well lately.

Zhao Linhan also replied, but when he looked towards the fireplace, he pursed his lips again, wishing he could turn around and leave.

On the seat where he usually sits, there is a familiar book.There are already some traces of flipping through it, but the corners are very docile, and it is obviously well preserved.

"What about others?"

Zira stopped what she was doing and glanced at him.The seeing housekeeper knew at once whom he was asking: "Hareton is at work."

"He's been working?!" Zhao Linhan asked subconsciously, and regretted it after asking.He obviously came back, otherwise this book would not be in this position.

Sure enough, Qi La said: "I came back and took two wheat cakes."

***

Received a reply again, the next morning.The sudden change in style of the letter obviously caused trouble to the girl. Her letter was very simple, just exchanged a few words, and then asked cautiously at the end: "Is your body really uncomfortable?"

"Obviously it's been fine before."

That's because some meddling person turned out to be out of nowhere.

He sighed, and tried to answer her letters as far as he could bear and Heathcliff could be satisfied.

After he finished writing the letter, he habitually wanted to hand it to the person behind him.Halfway through the delivery, it suddenly occurred to me that there was no one behind him.

Even this letter was placed in his place early on, and it didn't come from someone's hand.

While he was in a daze, a burst of force suddenly came from his hand.To be precise, it came from letterhead.

A big hand pulled the letter paper away from his hand.Zhao Linhan raised his head, just in time to see the back of someone who should be working.

"Leave without saying a word?"

The figure in front paused, but still didn't stop.Zhao Linhan chased after a few steps, but he had to stop to catch his breath before he even touched the living room door due to his dragging body.

When he calmed down and took a look, there was no sign of that person in front of him.

Letters were delivered every day after Heathcliff had seen them.Cathy also seemed to get used to his current mode of love talk, and she felt a spring heart sprouting in the reply.This made Zhao Linhan feel a headache, but there was nothing he could do.

He was even more troubled by his old Zheng.At first, I felt that the relationship had eased a bit, but now it is better, once I return to the pre-liberation.And that guy listened to Heathcliff very much, and with his explanation, he really went to work honestly.He doesn't say anything every day if he doesn't catch anyone, even if he catches him, he will run away quickly, as if avoiding suspicion.

Zhao Linhan:······

He had the illusion that his rival in love was his father.

After a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.If this continues, the grass on his grave will really be one meter high.

Wuthering Heights at night always has an eerie feeling.Zhao Linhan wobbled towards the kitchen with an oil lamp in his hand. The long shadow behind him looked like a giant for a while, and was broken into pieces so that he couldn't see its shape clearly.

Just like that, he opened the door.

Hareton, who was tired all day, had fallen asleep in his place. Zhao Linhan subconsciously wanted to walk there, but suddenly realized that he had forgotten the dogs.

He lowered his head slowly, and sure enough, he met several pairs of piercing eyes.

Fortunately, they didn't make a sound, they just grunted a few times, rubbed against his legs, and then shrank back.

Zhao Linhan breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed the door softly, and stepped up to Hareton.He slept soundly, and the movement did not wake him up.

Zhao Linhan watched it for a while, and was rarely entangled.He also thought about this situation before he came, but this time, he was actually reluctant to wake him up.

He is too tired.

He unconsciously stroked Hareton's hounds, but kept his eyes fixed on Hareton.It is obviously a Westerner's appearance, but his eyes keep wandering around the eyebrows and eyes, trying to find similarities.

But the Hareton of this meeting is not at all like the Zheng Ranfei he knew.Usually, he was sure who this was, and he never had such hypocritical thoughts.

that is because--

Zhao Linhan blinked, and met a pair of black eyes that were almost too sleepy to open.

Because of the eyes.

An answer suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Why are you here?" Hareton asked blankly before recovering.

Because unless this is the case, it is impossible to catch people at ordinary times.

Zhao Linhan twitched the corner of his mouth, and found an excuse he had already thought up to deal with the person: "My upstairs fireplace is off, it's cold and dark."

"Then look for Zira." Hareton didn't know what he was looking for.

"Zilla must be asleep."

"At this point, if you wake her up, she will definitely complain."

He lowered his head lazily as he spoke, pitifully yet stubbornly, with an appearance of being too proud to bother others.

Hareton: "...I'll go and light a fire for you."

"Don't." Zhao Linhan held him back, "Don't bother."

Hareton could no longer hear what he was saying, and his eyes were fixed on the hand that held his arm, until there was a sudden crackle of hot logs in the fireplace, which woke him up with a start.

The body temperature from the arms is almost negligible.Hareton felt the other's cold hand, but what he thought was, could it be that his body was always so cold?

"I'll just stay with you for one night." Zhao Linhan said, carefully observing Hareton's reaction.

This time Hareton finally heard clearly, he glanced at the door and then at the person holding him.

this······

Zhao Linhan used both hands: "Can't you?"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Hareton finally came up: "Yes."

"But where do you sleep?"

Zhao Linhan didn't know the bottom line of his patience with himself, thought about it, and said tentatively, "By the fireplace?"

There were benches and chairs for other people to sit on when they came to enjoy the fire, and it was really no problem to rest there for a while.But all night? !

Hareton did not know what he was thinking.

"random."

After speaking, he lay back on the bed, restrained his desire to look past, and was ready to sleep.

Zhao Linhan really sat by the fireplace, where he quietly warmed up the fire.

Hareton closed his eyes, but could not sleep.He seemed to be forgotten by the god of sleep, tossing and turning in torment in the silent night.

There was still the sound of fire crackling in the night, and the sound of another person's breathing.

"How about... Shall I go up to sleep?"

Hareton: "..."

Although he felt that a long time had passed, his concept of time told him that the other party had only sat on the wooden chair for less than 10 minutes.

But the wooden chair was not as comfortable as the bed after all, and he didn't want to go upstairs.Hareton sighed, rose, and made half his seat.

Although he did not speak, his behavior has already shown his attitude.Zhao Linhan shifted his position decisively, so directly that Hareton thought for a moment that he was rushing to this bed.

I thought it would be a bit crowded for two people, but Zhao Linhan was too thin, so it was just right for the two of them to lie down.It would be April, the weather had warmed up, and Hareton was under a thin quilt.The quilt wrapped his body temperature, and as soon as he touched it, he felt a sense of warmth.

But as soon as Zhao Linhan lay down, he couldn't help but sneezed.

"He probably just caught a cold." He explained to Hareton who looked over, there was no way, his body was too weak.

"It's okay, go to sleep."

In fact, I wanted to chat with him, but seeing how tired he was, he couldn't bear to bother.This is already very good now, compared to the previous avoidance, at least they have contact.

Zhao Linhan was very satisfied.

Hareton was still a little worried about him, but seeing that the owner of his body didn't care, he stopped worrying.He closed his eyes again, feeling drowsy gradually.

Half asleep and half awake, he stretched his hand to the side, reached out with his long arm, and pulled the other person into his arms.At this point, his slightly frowning brows slowly loosened, and he finally fell asleep peacefully.

That night, Zhao Linhan felt that he was sleeping in the stove, but it wasn't hot, but the temperature was just right, and he slept very comfortably.

When he awoke, Hareton was gone.He rubbed the pillow and wanted to stay on the bed again, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

He slowly opened his eyes, eye to eye with Joseph.

Usually this time, he has already gone out to work.But this time, he was still there.

"Waiting for me specifically?"

Joseph didn't answer, but said in a vicious voice, "You took Hareton's bed?!"

"How can you do this?! Where does he sleep when you do this?"

He misunderstood just needs no explanation.Zhao Linhan was too lazy to talk to him, so he said casually, "Sleep in my room upstairs."

"If he dares to sleep."

Joseph: "..."

He glared at the man he hated, and gritted his teeth, but he had no choice but to go to Hareton while talking about him.Originally thought that Hareton would share his hatred with him, but unexpectedly, when he told him the conversation in the morning, Hareton actually smiled.

That kind of natural and doting smile made him stunned for a moment. When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, Hareton had already restrained his expression and continued to work with a serious face.

Joseph:·····

He suspected that the two men were eccentric, but he had no proof.

He could only comfort himself, maybe he was really delusional.

The days passed, and each morning the milkman brought the letter and took away a new note.Zhao Linhan racked his brains every day to find loopholes under Heathcliff's nose, tried his best to perfuse the letter paper, and dragged his sick body to block people, so tired that he often doubted life.

But he found that, no matter how restrained he was, Cathy's letters to him became more and more bold and enthusiastic.Everything is going according to Heathcliff's plan, and Zhao Linhan can often see him sitting at the table looking at the letter paper, and there is a malicious smile on his face when he looks at it.

This smile made him uneasy. If it wasn't for the original plot, he would almost be unable to restrain himself from using his skills.

Fortunately, nothing happened to Catherine's side. It didn't take long before the letter paper that was delivered every day disappeared, and even the letter paper they sent over would be returned intact.

Nellie, the maid who takes care of Cathy, has discovered something wrong with her and severely reprimanded her for passing the note.

From then on, she never wrote again.

Heathcliff was a little annoyed. He had been walking up and down the drawing room these days, apparently pondering new ideas.But he is also a busy person, and it is impossible to spend all his energy on this matter.So, as the original book said, it didn't take long for him to go out for one thing, and he didn't have the energy to take care of them young people for the time being.

As soon as he left, the villa was completely liberated.From his little master down to the servants, everyone relaxed.

Qila always liked to go to the town when Heathcliff was away, Zhao Linhan originally wanted her to bring a message and tell Catherine that he was fine.But remember that Heathcliff will come back in a few days, and will go to them.At that time, with a series of confessions, he will expose everything.

So he had no choice but to hold back and leave his cousin alone.

This also led him to spend all his energy on Hareton.Joseph had accepted that he slept in Hareton's bed, but the more he thought about it these days, the more he felt something was wrong.

That brat Linton was too hostile to Hareton, why did he always make trouble for him these days?

This was an idea that came to him subconsciously.

"Hareton, my warm milk."

"I know you're here, don't pretend you can't hear me."

"My dear Hareton?"

"..."

Footsteps sounded in a hurry, and after a while, a hand holding a cup came to his eyes.

Zhao Linhan took it contentedly and took a sip.

"I told you to find Qila for this kind of thing."

Joseph nodded approvingly, deeply.

Originally, this kind of thing shouldn't be done by them.They are tired enough doing farm work, how can they still serve others.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Linhan could brazenly shut their mouths: "Qi La is not here."

So he ordered people around with peace of mind.

They could have pretended not to hear, which is what they did in the past.But Joseph found desperately that Hareton was eaten to death by the sentence "Dear Hareton".If this sentence doesn't work, Xiao Lindun only needs to add "I will teach you how to read", and the brat next to him will definitely be abducted.

For a while, Joseph hated that iron could not be made into steel.

At last, as Hareton ran for the third time toward the living room, Joseph could bear it no longer.

"It's just literacy, I can teach you too."

Hareton raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.

Joseph: "What's that look on your face?"

"I've started to learn to read poetry." Hareton finished briefly, and walked towards the living room.

Joseph who was shown his face: "..."

Is it amazing to be able to read poetry?

In Joseph's view, this period of time passed very slowly, and it was called purgatory.It goes by so fast for young people.So that when Heathcliff came back, only Joseph in the villa welcomed him.

Heathcliff raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care about this at all, so he didn't take it seriously.Joseph habitually wanted to file a complaint again, but before he could say a few words, Heathcliff said he was going out again.

This time he clicked away Hareton and asked him to go with him to Thrushcross Manor.

That's where Cathy lives.

Zhao Linhan knew that he would use Cathy's worry and concern for him to deceive people this time.For this, he has long been prepared.It's just that he is still a little uneasy.

The look in Heathcliff's eyes before he left took him by surprise in vain.

Hareton's transformation caught his attention!

Hareton was originally the nephew of his beloved woman, the only son of her eldest brother.But because Earnshaw had targeted him, in Heathcliff's eyes, Earnshaw has always been his enemy, including Hareton, and he is also the object of his revenge.

For so many years, although Hareton grew up successfully, he was brought up by him as a vulgar and ignorant countryman.This is not only his indifference, but also his deliberate revenge.

Zhao Linhan didn't know what he would think of this matter.It's fine if he's lazy, but if he wants to get in the way, then according to Hareton's trust and love for him, he may waste all his previous efforts.

Even if it was just a possibility, Zhao Linhan didn't want to see that scene happen.After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made up his mind and decided to do something big.

There are several miles between Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Manor.When they came back, the sky was already full of stars and the moonlight was bright and clear.

Hareton was the first to enter. Zhao Linhan was slightly relieved when he saw that his gaze was not dodging.But when he saw Heathcliff coming in after him, his heart was lifted again.

Heathcliff looked very ill.

the smile on his mouth