Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

As soon as the engagement ceremony was over, Akito returned to Tokyo with a gun.

He didn't even notify Uncle Matsumoto, and bought two Shinkansen tickets back to Tokyo.

But it seemed that he was still a step late. A group of uninvited guests had already rushed in front of him and surrounded the house where he had lived in Tokyo for several years.

"The owner said that you are not allowed to enter this house until you wake up, Second Young Master. In addition, you are prohibited from staying in all the villas under the name of the Feng family, including your personal villa, Second Young Master."

A man in a black suit stood at the door like a door god. He conveyed the instructions from the head of the house expressionlessly, like a robot with a fixed program.

Qiuren glanced calmly at the armband worn by the man's elbow. The armband was embroidered with the family crest of the Feng family with gold thread. It was a phoenix about to fly. The shape of the phoenix cleverly formed a "phoenix" The word ", Qiu Ren could tell at a glance, this is the unique symbol of the mobile unit directly under the head of the Feng family.

It seemed that his father was determined to "correct" him this time.

Qiu Ren thought for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him, "That means I can't go in to get something?"

The man's expression remained unchanged, his tone was cold and stiff, "You are forbidden to step here until you get the order from the Patriarch."

"What if I have to go in?"

Qiuren raised his eyebrows.

"If the young master insists on disobeying the Patriarch's order, then we have no choice but to do business."

As soon as the words fell, four or five men in the same uniform as him gathered in front of him, each holding a gun in his hand. Qiuren knew very well that if he really entered this house, the impact of these guns would be serious. The place to aim would undoubtedly be his head.

"Should I stop them?"

Standing beside Qiu Ren, Hong asked in a low voice.

"Need not."

Qiu Ren shook his head, glanced at the place where he had lived for several years, then turned and left.

"They are just following my father's order, there is no need to make things difficult for them."

Qiu Ren said calmly, even though he had just been told that he had been "swept out", he didn't show a trace of annoyance or sadness.

"I basically carry all the important documents with me, and now there are important things in that house..."

Qiu Ren paused, and after thinking for a few seconds, he looked at the young man beside him with a smile.

"I think only the little duck you gave me is left."

The generation Qiuren lives in is a well-known rich area, away from the hustle and bustle of the city center, and there is a certain distance between each villa. At this point in time, except for him and Hong, there is basically no one around to the presence of other people.

After hearing his words, Hong's steps suddenly stopped. Qiu Ren walked forward a few steps and found that the young man hadn't followed. He turned around and cast a questioning look at him.

After a few seconds, the young man followed Qiu Ren's pace, walked to his side, and stretched out his right hand towards him.

In the boy's palm lay an invisible piece of ice, which was exuding a chilly air. No matter the size or the somewhat delicate shape, it was different from the piece Qiuren put in the refrigerator. Not much.

"As long as you want, I can make it for you at any time."

The boy said solemnly.

Qiu Ren took the shapeless ice cube from his hand a little amusedly, "I don't have a place to put it if you give it to me now."

"..."

The boy looked at the ice cubes that seemed to be melting, and fell silent.

"However, this weather can be used to dissipate heat. Tokyo is much hotter than Kyoto."

Qiu Ren smiled, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wrapped the ice cube in his hand to slow down its melting speed.

"If you are afraid of the heat, you can hold my right hand."

The boy raised his right hand and said lightly.

"It's cool."

Qiu Ren was once again amused by his serious look.

……

Qiuren checked his bank account, and sure enough, all relevant bank accounts were frozen, even the bank card in her own name that sister Fu Yumei gave him was also frozen.

"It seems that my father is really determined to teach me some lessons this time."

Qiuren opened the wallet, looked at the few banknotes inside, and shook his head with a half-smile.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Hong has never had any concept of money, but he understands that this situation should be that Qiuren's father has cut off all sources of income for Qiuren. Although he doesn't know what Qiuren talked with his father before, but Qiuren After returning, he was obviously in a good mood, so he didn't think about the bad side.

Looking at it now, it is very likely that Qiu Ren fell out with his father. As for why they fell out, Qiu Ren will not tell, and he will not ask.

"Well……"

Qiu Ren lowered his head with a straight face and fell into deep thought. After a while, he raised his head, with a sly smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Then how about traveling with me?"

He took out a thin card from a hidden compartment in his wallet, and looked at the young man beside him with a smile.

"The time is set for today, and the first stop of the journey is set in Hokkaido, what do you think?"

Looking at the card in Qiu Ren's hand, Hong nodded blankly.

"I asked Yamada to help me with this card in his name. It contains OTIKA's profits over the years. I don't know the exact amount, but the travel expenses must be enough."

The smile on the corner of Qiu Ren's mouth was a little smug, he carefully looked at the young man beside him from top to bottom, and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"But before that, I have to buy some clothes for you. In Hokkaido this season, it's not okay to wear short sleeves."

"No, I..."

Hong just wanted to say that this temperature difference had no effect on him, but seeing Qiuren's high spirits, he didn't say anything, and let him take him to a nearby shopping mall.

"Ah, brother Qiuren?"

When the boy went to the fitting room to try on clothes, Qiu Ren sat outside and waited for him. At this time, a suspicious female voice suddenly came from beside him.

Qiuren turned his head and saw two girls carrying various bags, big and small.

"It's really Brother Qiu Ren, why are you here?"

Sonoko looked at him in surprise.

"Has Mr. Yuichi's engagement ceremony ended?"

Yuanzi pulled Xiaolan and walked towards Qiuren. The two of them seemed to have been shopping here for a while, and they had all the clothes, shoes and accessories in the bags in their hands.

Qiuren nodded, "It's over. I heard Uncle Suzuki said that you couldn't come due to something. So it's really a very important event."

Qiu Ren pointedly glanced at the full shopping bag in her hand, and said with a smile.

A trace of uneasiness appeared on Yuanzi's face, "I didn't do this to avoid embarrassment. You also know that since that incident, every time I see Uncle Feng's face, I panic with fear."

Sonoko shrank her neck and lowered her voice unconsciously.

The incident she was referring to was that she "dumped" Qiuren and had a new love, at least from the perspective of outsiders, although Feng's family and Suzuki's family did not have any suspicions because of this incident, But since then, Sonoko will basically not attend the party of Feng's family, including Feng Youyi's engagement ceremony, only Suzuki and his wife attended.

"Speaking of that incident, Aunt Suzuki did not criticize me in private, saying that I was not attractive enough to catch your heart, so that poor boy took advantage of me."

Qiu Ren lowered his brows and eyes slightly, showing a worried look on his face, and sighed in a low voice.

"You know, this is my first love. I didn't expect it to end up like this in the end."

"Brother Qiuren, you are enough..."

The corner of Yuanzi's mouth twitched slightly, and she looked at the young man who was pretending to be sad, and she didn't realize that he was so good at acting before.

"What kind of first love is this..."

"What first love?"

The door of the fitting room was pulled open from the inside, and a teenager wearing a black sweater with a pattern of little yellow ducks came out, looking at the few people present with a blank expression.

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