After being teased by a half-breed brother

City S, in a certain villa.

The housekeeper, Uncle Sun, looked up at the scorching sun at noon, hesitated again and again, and led the three maids to push open the closed mahogany door.

Even though everything was already prepared in his heart, he opened the door and walked in, and smelled the luxurious atmosphere in the air, the old face still couldn't help but blush.

The stereo in the house was not turned off, and those explosive and dynamic music were still playing. Uncle Sun turned off the stereo, looked back at the... mess in the room, and waved his hand.

The three maids cleaned up with ease.

Upside-down cups, overturned wine bottles, soot, melon and fruit paper towels, Durex, scattered clothes, and stains all over the place after last night's carnival.

Uncle Sun kicked aside the stained underwear under his feet in disgust. In the mess, he found a relatively clean path and moved forward cautiously. up.

The old man stepped on a puddle of unidentified viscous liquid with dazed eyes, almost flashing his old waist, and even touched the floor with his hands, touching the unknown liquid on the floor~~

Uncle Sun glanced around, feeling like he was about to vomit, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it clean, and threw the handkerchief on the ground.

"The stairs are also disinfected well."

Uncle Sun glanced out of the corner of his eyes and found a puddle of liquid on the armrest. It looked like a red wine stain, but he still hated it so much.

The old man, with old arms and legs, didn't even hold the handrails, so he went upstairs to invite his master.

Uncle Sun has lived in the Liao family for many years. When the current master was still the young master, he was the housekeeper. It can be said that he watched this master Liao Zefan grow up.

This young master...has changed a lot.

Mr. Liao was shrewd, decisive, capable, and capable in the shopping malls during his lifetime. He was so prosperous in the business field, and his father had no dogs. Compared with Liao Zefan before the age of 30, he is really reliable.

In terms of business ability, means, and courage, he is not inferior to Mr. Liao. He is very self-disciplined in life. He does not smoke or drink. He is handsome and has eight-pack abdominal muscles. Even more fucking dedicated, it's the best of the best.

But since his lover Jian Jian committed suicide, Liao Zefan is no longer the former Liao Zefan, tossing, tossing hard, tossing in darkness.

At first, Mr. Liao didn't take it seriously, he always thought that his son would get better after his emotional injury passed.

After a day of tossing, a month of tossing, and a quarter of tossing, Mr. Liao decided to talk to his son. It was at this time that Mr. Liao realized that his son hadn't come home for a long time.

Later, he followed Mr. Liao to find a bar.

Seeing under the grotesque lights, an enchanting dancer with a golden mask who is wearing tight leather pants, shirtless, but with a tie around his neck, doing a pole dance on the stage~~

Uncle Sun was dumbfounded, and his master rushed to Tianling Gai in one breath——

——The lights are dazzling, and the red mole on the left chest of the mysterious dancer flickers.

The old man shivered and stretched out his index finger, pointing at the enchanting dancer with a bit of mystery on the stage, his whole body was shaking with anger, "Nie... Nie... Nie... …”

Puff~~~

A mouthful of old blood spurted out and went to the hospital.

From then on, Liao Zefan did restrain himself, but it was against Mr. Liao.

Liao Zefan's father and father have two faces, and Uncle Sun's heart is like a mirror. He wanted to tell Mr. Liao several times, but after thinking about it again, Mr. Liao is getting older, so he still doesn't want to talk about it. It didn't happen. Mr. Liao understood very.

When he was dying, he held Uncle Sun's hand, "When will Xiaofan get better, don't forget to burn paper and tell me."

At that time, Uncle Sun was also full of hope, holding the old man's hand, and nodding his head humbly.

But eight years have passed, Liao Zefan...

hehe~~~

Uncle Sun is now, if he can't go to the grave of Mr. Liao, he won't go to the grave.

Once Mr. Liao left, Liao Zefan became the new Mr. Liao. Without Mr. Liao, Liao Zefan completely let go of himself. It may be that Mr. Liao had the habit of having two faces before his death, and it is hard to change now.

Now Liao Zefan is fine during the day, going to work on time, leaving work on time, and working hard. Uncle Sun is really happy for Mr. Liao who is under Jiuquan from the bottom of his heart. For a moment, Uncle Sun really thought that Liao Zefan had figured it out.

However, at night, this Young Master Liao is not the same as he was during the day.

There is a party every night in the villa, a group of young, beautiful and handsome guys come every night, light and dance music every night, every night...too lively, I still toss, toss hard.

Uncle Sun was not happy, and he should always be persuaded, but Liao Zefan promised well, and he would do it at night. As time passed, Uncle Sun hoped that he could live longer, so he must not go down early.