[Death into an 18-like appearance and fifty-six shapes. 】
Su An, who was "going home", and Bjork and Han Jiabi, who were "being generously left to eat" by "cute children" sat at the table with six eyes facing each other, enjoying a table of delicious food in silence.
"Steward Huang, don't stand, let's sit down and eat together." Su An saw the old butler who was standing beside them smiling and said quickly.
"How can you do it? How can the host's family eat and let the servants go to the table," the old butler hurriedly waved his hand, "you guys are delicious."
"What age is it, and it's still subordinate to the master. Since I am the young master," Su An mentioned that the word "young master" was a little uncomfortable.
The old butler, who was touched by the tiger, was moved to tears, and sat down with tears that almost ran outside the gate, but after only a few bites, he couldn't help picking food for his young master.
"Come on young master, eat some of this, you can replenish iron."
"This is the sweet and sour pork ribs that Young Master used to like most."
"This young master, but the newly developed dishes in the kitchen, the master likes it."
The young master lowered his head and silently looked at the rice bowls where the food was almost piled on the ceiling. Finally, he didn't say much, but silently ate all the food that carried the old man’s kindness. In other words, it was really delicious...
When the meal was over, the enthusiastic old butler took Bjork and Han Jiabi to visit the villa manor again, until the afternoon, the two said goodbye.
"Baby, although I now know that your life is unusual, as long as you are still my artist, you have to obey me." Before leaving, Bjork finally began to warn seriously.
"Yeah." Although the answer was short, Su An's decisive and hard nod can fully reflect his approval.
Bjork is satisfied.
"Okay, don't talk nonsense. I asked you for a day off. Take a good rest. Don't always be idle. Study the script carefully. Then I will let Aaron come and pick you up to the studio."
"no problem."
"Finally... if possible, talk to your father and try to move back as much as possible. After all, it's a group of people, and it's easy to get along if you live together." Bjork hesitated, and then said.
"This... Okay." You don't need to tell me that I have to find a way! Even if it is not convenient for filming, if you live and find that you are not the original Su An, or the prince of an underground kingdom, Su An can completely foresee that he can die into 18 appearances and 56 different shapes.
"Then let's go." Bjork said goodbye.
"Susu, see you on the set tomorrow!" Han Jiabi reluctantly left.
Although he was very incomprehensible to this inexplicable feeling of parting, Su An did feel a little lost after sending his uncle and Han Jiabi away.
Wandering around in the manor at will, except for him and Su Xitang, everyone else in the manor is a servant, everyone sees him politely say hello, and then continues their work, trimming leaves, cleaning the ground, drying clothes...
Every inch of land can be found from the memory.
This familiar but unfamiliar place... is it your home
Su An's home has long ceased to exist, Su An is dead, and he has become Su An. The so-called home can only be this.
Su An told himself in a daze.
I read the script for another afternoon in the room. After lunch, I didn't see Su Xitang coming back, even until Su An went to bed.
The underworld godfather, who is also the president of the group, is really busy.
I should also work hard, although I no longer care about other people's views so much, after all, I don't want to be regarded as a second-generation ancestor who is still doing nothing.
Sitting on the bed studying the script and watching, Su An fell down and fell asleep in a daze.
In a daze, someone seemed to have covered himself with a quilt.
I accidentally touched that person's hand when I was turning over.
It's cold, like frost.
Su An suddenly opened his eyes.
There was no one else in the dark room except for himself.
Su An couldn't say what he was feeling, and sighed in relief.
It seems that in addition to hypocrisy, he still has the problem of obscenity.
There is no other object, the young master Su An, the star person, will kill him if he doesn't use his tongue.
Go to the toilet.
Su An rubbed his eyes, stood up while hitting Hache, opened the door and walked out.
Su An, who walked to the bathroom as he remembered, turned his head, but found that there was light in the hall downstairs.
The closet is burning charcoal.
It's a local tyrant, no one is still burning charcoal here, not to mention a waste of money, what if this causes insufficient oxygen and carbon monoxide poisoning.
No, I said it was wrong, it should be-how can our family be so extravagant and wasteful.
Holding Su An, who was saving his thoughts about contributing to the family, walked down the stairs with Hache, spread the still burning wood in the hearth with the fireplace hook, watched the fire go out little by little, Su An hit Hache Looking back.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah god ah ghost ah ghost ah ah ah ah-"
Su An, who thought he was a pure man, couldn't help letting out a terrible cry.
In the light of the sparks extinguished, he saw a pale face on the sofa!
"There is a ghost, help ah ah ah ah ah -"
The lamp in the living room was slammed on!
The huge living room was instantly brightly lit, bright as daylight, and servants appeared like ninjas on standby 24 hours a day, holding mops, brooms, scissors, sticks, machetes (?), electric batons (?), and talisman in their hands. Various objects such as paper (??) and dog blood (???) expressed a strong concern for the personal safety of the young master.
"What's the matter, what's the matter, Master?"
"Tell me what you see, we protect you!"
"Master, don't be afraid of ghosts, but I got a Ph.D. in Taoist school, except for a big boss like God, I can get rid of all kinds of ghosts and gods!"
Su An, who was so scared that his soul was almost unhulled, was unable to find the various grooves of the servants. He stared in horror in the direction where he had only discovered the tragic white face—
"..."
"..."
"..."
The servants withdrew their lore weapons in silence.
Su An stood awkwardly in place.
He suddenly hoped that a Jiao Lei would be smashed from the sky to rebirth him, any cat or dog, anyway, don't be Su An who is standing in the living room now.
Su An waited silently for a while, and found that it seemed that God didn't have the kindness to show his compassion to rescue him from the deadlock.
Then I can only save myself...
"Um... I didn't see you sitting here boring, so... Well, I want to make you happy."
silence.
"I'm telling the truth, there is no ghost in this world, and there is no ghost in you—how can you be like a ghost."
silence.
"Then, then I'll go up first? You-father, you should rest earlier, too, I, I'm leaving..."
silence.
There is no response to so many people's words, it's not a ghost. What fireplace to burn in the middle of the night, thinking about life? This is. Isn't it interesting that women are so white? it was all your fault! it was all your fault!
The teenager who silently complained in his head climbed the stairs silently, maintaining a polite and stiff smile on his face.
"... Su An."
A man's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
That's it!
Su An suddenly turned his head and bowed at 90 degrees before Chen Ken confessed his mistake: "My father, I was wrong. When I saw the fireplace and it burned, I should have thought that you had insomnia again. How could I turn it off? To treat you as a ghost is simply rebellious and vicious. I mean you are as ethereal and ethereal as a ghost and not eating the fireworks in the world. I am wrong again. I really don’t mean to treat you as a ghost..."
The boy started a long speech of his own confession, his head buried deep and he didn't dare to lift it up.
Su Xitang looked at the boy who was standing on the stairs bowing and chattering, and suddenly felt a little bit interesting.
This young man, his adopted son, was like this before, but he didn't notice it
There are a lot of talks like that of Su Xichou.
Thinking of this, Su Xitang couldn't help but laughed, and the next moment she colded her face and took her smile back.
With a cold gaze, he stared at the young man who was still searching his stomach for a while to express his deep confession. Su Xitang said lightly.
"Whatever you do, try to do it well, and don't lose my reputation as Su Xitang."
This kind of awkward remarks... is it an encouragement from father's jerky
Su An raised his head and nodded in surprise.
—
"It will be the birthday of Su Xitang's late righteous brother Su Xichou in a few days. Su Xitang will definitely go to the cemetery that day."
"The investigation of Su Xitang's forces is almost done, here is the report."
"In order to unify City A, Su Xitang did not know how many forces were bloodbathed and offended many people. Here is the list of people willing to cooperate with you to uproot the Wang Chou Group. Please see Dong Wang."
The man who was listening to the assistant's report put down the cigar in his hand, let out a smoke ring slowly, and said in a deep voice, "...Let it go."
The assistant immediately put the report in his hand on the man's desk.
"That gangster named Chen Hao is also a key figure, how is the arrangement for him?"
"A person has been arranged to follow him 24 hours a day, and he can be resolved at any time when needed."
The man nodded and reminded: "It is said that this person is not easy to deal with. Arrange the best person to come and stare at him."
"That's it—what about Su Xitang?" The assistant who was about to agree subconsciously couldn't help but ask him.
"... Su Xitang?" It seems that just by uttering the name, I can think of the extremely pale man. The man sitting behind the table picked up the cigar and took another sip, "Well, he, I will come in person."
"Wang Dong! This is too dangerous, you can't—"
"Needless to say!" With a wave of the hand holding the cigar, "Just as you said, do it on Su Xichou's birthday. October 20th is the day when we get the Wangchou Group."
The assistant still wanted to speak, but finally closed his mouth under the man's indifferent gaze, and silently exited the room.
October 20th will not only be the day when I get the Wang Chou Group.
October 20th is also the day I got you.
The man looked down at the calendar and slowly narrowed his eyes.
He can easily recall the person's face, pale as frosty skin, elegant and indifferent temperament, deep charming eyes, and thin lips that faded...
If you can press such a wonderful person under the bed, make his pale cheeks flush, and make his lips overflow with groans, his body will definitely be more beautiful...
The man took another fierce sip of his cigar, almost biting it on, as if this could give vent to his vigorous desire.
Su Xitang... You must be mine.
The man pressed the cigar firmly into the ashtray and opened all the information about the Wang Chou Group on the table.
Bright lights illuminate the name tag on the table.
"Wang Dong, Chairman of Zhaohui Group"