An hour later, He Bai was led by Di Qiuhe, standing in front of a large villa with a garden swimming pool, a flame of hatred of wealth ignited in his heart, and asked quietly, "Here... yours?"
"Well, mine." Di Qiuhe raised his head and accompanied him to look up at this beautiful and proud villa, adding, "My grandpa gave it to me."
He Bai was taken aback, then turned to look at him, "Your grandfather?"
"Yes." Di Qiuhe nodded and glanced sideways at him. His expression was calm and his tone was flat. There was no joy or excitement of finding a loved one in his eyes. He said lightly, "My grandfather."
As if to respond to his words, the door of the villa suddenly opened. A gray-haired old man appeared behind the door in a wheelchair, and the person pushing the wheelchair was...
"Hu Zhao?!" He Bai's eyes widened, shocked, "You, aren't you the housekeeper of Di Zhai? Why are you here?"
"Di Shao, Mr. He." Hu Zhaochao said respectfully to the two of them, then looked at He Bai and explained, "Mr. He, I have resigned from Di Zhai a few days ago and I am now the housekeeper of Fan Zhai."
He Bai was completely stunned.
What is the situation? Why did Di Bian's confidant swish to become Di Qiuhe's side? Obviously, the two of them were still polite and unfamiliar when they were in the hospital before!
Not to mention that these two people were acting at the time, he was not blind! Di Qiuhe's alienation and defense against Hu Zhao before were not fake!
Di Qiuhe saw him look stupid in surprise and disbelief, he couldn't help but curl his lips, raised his hand to poke his face, and added, "Uncle Hu is my grandfather's person. I didn't know this before."
He Bai raised his hand to cover his face, his shock diminished slightly, his thoughts flying around.
So this Hu Zhao is actually the one who Fanda secretly arranged to enter Di's house to take care of his daughter? Then Fan Lianxiu died inexplicably, and Hu Zhao couldn't contact Fan Da, so he simply stayed in Di Zhai, pretending to surrender to Di Bian, and continue to protect Fan Lianxiu's son, who is Di Qiuhe
Is the fake villain really undercover? Double agent? Mission Impossible
… What a big drama!
He looked at Hu Zhao, then at Di Qiuhe, and finally fell on the old man sitting in a wheelchair—it seems that Fan Da is not too irresponsible. Although he went to be chic, he still remembered. Someone should be sent to watch her daughter secretly, so that she won't be bullied... Even though she didn't watch it at all in the end.
But they have been standing here for a while, why did Fan Da keep silent? Is it really confused
Thinking like this, he moved his gaze to Fan Da's face.
The old man is of medium build, good complexion, gentle and kind, with no expression on his face, and his eyes are a little dumb, but he looks a little confused.
As if sensing his gaze, the old man moved his eyes suddenly and turned his head to look away. As a result, the dull eyes quickly focused, and the eyebrows were slightly closed, and they actually had a wise and deep look.
He Bai was startled by the look in that look, and then he was puzzled again.
Is this Fanda really confused
"Who are you?" The old man looked at him up and down, looked around, his gaze stopped on Di Qiuhe's face, then looked back at Hu Zhao and asked, "Where is Lianxiu? Where is she?"
He Bai stared slightly and turned to look at Di Qiuhe beside him.
Di Qiuhe curled his lips at him, then looked at Fan Da, and answered instead of Hu Zhao, "She's dead, she's been dead for almost 20 years."
Fan Da's body shook, and he looked over sharply, with a hint of anger.
Di Qiuhe greeted his gaze, smiled lightly, stepped forward and bent over to help him pull the blanket on his leg, as if saying that the weather is good today, and said plainly, "I am Fan Lianxiu's son, my name is Di Qiu. Crane, I just talked to you a few days ago, do you remember?"
Fan Da stayed silent, his eyes moved with him, and he looked up and down defensively, and finally fixed his gaze on his brows, paused for a few seconds, his eyes trembled for a moment, his brows were slightly loose, and he lowered his head to look at his old palms and eyes. Blinked slowly for a few seconds, closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, and sighed in a low voice, "Yes, I remember, you are Qiuhe, Lianxiu's Qiuhe, and Lianxiu went to her mother and stayed. You let me atone for my sins."
Hu Zhao looked at him worriedly, "Uncle Fan..."
Fan Da opened his eyes, waved his hand to interrupt him, and asked, "Xiao Hu, the file I asked you to fetch, did you fetch it?"
"Take it." Hu Zhao glanced at Di Qiuhe, bending down slightly so that the old man could hear his own voice more clearly, and replied in a slow tone, "As you told me, I took them all out this morning. It’s in the living room."
"That's good." Fan Da nodded and looked at Di Qiuhe, who was already standing upright. His eyes were in a daze for a moment, and his tone suddenly became a little dazed. Don't cry." After finishing talking, he stretched out and grabbed Di Qiuhe's hand hanging beside him, and gently rubbed it, wrinkles spread out on his face, as if he was smiling.
Di Qiuhe looked at him with no expression on his face.
Fan Da smiled to himself for a while, then turned his eyes, fell on He Bai, shook Di Qiuhe's hand, and asked like a child, "Little Qiuhe, who is he? Play with you. Kids?"
Di Qiuhe took his hand back and looked back at He Bai. His calm and indifferent eyebrows softened a little bit and re-stained with temperature. He replied, "His name is He Bai, and he is my savior."
He Bai stepped forward and rolled his eyes inwardly. Spicy chicken, what a broken introduction.
"Savior, you must repay me well." Fan Da replied slowly, looking at He Bai with a much gentler eyes, and beckoned to him, "Come on, kid, come here, grandpa show you the baby."
He Bai restrained his emotions and obeyed.
The door closed and several people walked into the living room.
The living room is a little empty, and it can be seen that the owner moved in in a hurry and has not had time to arrange and tidy up.
On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there are a few boxes with bank seals, and a few safes under the coffee table. A little farther away, a large number of carved wooden boxes are densely stacked, spreading straight toward the stairs, like There is no end.
Seeing these things, Fan Da had changed back to his sluggish vision and became a little clearer.
He got up from the wheelchair with the help of Hu Zhao, slowly moved to the sofa to sit down, leaned forward first tore open the box on the coffee table, took out the documents in it, and then took the seal and After taking a glance at Di Qiuhe, he immersed himself in signing the documents one by one, and said slowly, "Lianxiu acted like a baby when she got married, and asked me to cheer for her future children to save the wife's original and dowry, saying that she wants to save it. Many, many, otherwise I won’t forgive me for not ignoring her for so many years... In my life, she made such a request to me, and I naturally want to satisfy her..."
He has a low voice and trembling faintly, but his signing hand is very steady.
"I have watched the world for many years, but I haven't seen her well. I am sorry for her... Lianxiu was beautiful when she was a child, as beautiful as her mother... I did too much wrong..."
One after another, the documents drawn up in different languages were carefully signed, and then piled on top of each other and pushed them all in front of Di Qiuhe.
Fan Da put down his pen and looked at Di Qiuhe's mother-like brows through the file. His clear eyes lost focus for a moment, and a childish naughty smile suddenly appeared on his face. He said with a slight pride, "Those people are all I thought I was confused and wanted to lie to me, but they are not Lianxiu, nor you. They can't give, can't give... Qiuhe don't cry, grandpa protects you."
Di Qiuhe looked at him without speaking.
He Bai looked at the smile on Fan Da's face, twitched his mouth, and turned his head to look at Di Qiuhe who was beside him-as expected to be the grandparents and grandchildren. The way he laughed really looked alike.
The room was quiet for a few seconds.
Fan Da blinked again, looked down at the palm of his hand, then turned to look at Hu Zhao, and asked, "Little Hu, is Lianxiu's kid going to get married? Will you help me look at her? I'm afraid she will be caught People bully."
"Okay, Uncle Fan, I promise you." Hu Zhao replied warmly, took the blanket from the wheelchair and helped him cover his knee.
Fan Da smiled satisfied when he heard the words, his eyes slowly became dull, and he muttered, "A girl has money to have confidence. Lianxiu is getting married. I have to prepare a dowry for her. Many dowry..."
The sun went down and the light in the room became dim.
He Bai glanced at the old man who was talking to himself, and then at Di Qiuhe, who was always indifferent with the piles of documents representing wealth in front of him, felt that his heart seemed to be blocked again, making him a little uneasy to breathe. .
Before long, a few lawyers and their assistants hurried over, busy with the transfer of this large amount of property.
Dinner was called a takeaway. Di Qiuhe had a conversation with the lawyers after the meal, then opened the door and walked to the side of He Bai who was standing in a daze by the swing. He sat on the swing unceremoniously and said, " Puppy, drive."
He Bai returned to his senses and kicked his ass with his feet, so the carved white iron swing chair with a backrest rose high.
call-
The swing stepped out from the side and slid past He Bai, who was standing aside. Di Qiuhe smiled at him and said, "Puppy, can you text me every day? Even if it's just a good morning."
He Bai leaned on the swing stand, looked at the smile between his eyebrows, and said nothing.
The swing slid back again, and the eyes of the two met staggered.
Di Qiuhe didn't wait for his answer, so he stopped talking, relaxed and leaned back in the chair, waiting for the swing to slowly stop.
A car drove into the yard, and a few middle-aged men and women got off the car. Hu Zhao hurriedly greeted them and invited them in.
"That's the family doctor, and Uncle Hu invited it." The swing stopped, Di Qiuhe leaned on it, squinting and watching the people entering the villa, his expression was very indifferent, as if the doctors weren't invited to take care of his grandfather. .
He Bai followed and looked over, changed his posture and continued to lean on the bracket.
Di Qiuhe looked at him sideways and curled his lips. "The memory of my mother is very vague, and there is basically no memory of my grandfather. When facing Fanda, I always feel unreal."
He Bai turned to look at him, thought for a while, stepped forward to sit beside him, and listened quietly.
When Di Qiuhe saw that the corner of his mouth deepened, he turned the topic, "Hu Zhao used to be my mother's driver. After my mother died, Di Bian saw that he was less honest, so he let him be his own driver. Then, step by step, he finally climbed to the position of the housekeeper of Di Zhai when I was in junior high school. At that time, my grandfather's body was no longer good. Now when I think about it, I was able to pass the university safely and leave Di Zhai. Hu Zhao contributed a lot."
He Bai bent down to remove the laces of a shoe, and knit his head.
Di Qiuhe moved his gaze to his white fingers and the white laces on his hands, squinted his eyes, and continued, "The reason why my grandfather lost contact with his mother back then was because he had an accident and his head suffered. He was in a coma for half a year before he woke up. Over the years, he has been a little confused, because he has been to too many places, so he can’t remember where his daughter lives anymore. Then he looked everywhere and went to all the things he had walked with with his grandmother. The country looks for it, while looking for it while investing and making money, it gradually becomes what it is now-rich, but solitary."
"Puppy, why do you think there is such a person? You obviously have a happy family, but you don't cherish it at all. You have to wait until you lose it before you start to regret it."
The laces were not long enough, so He Bai simply removed the laces of the other shoe and continued weaving.
"If it were me." Di Qiuhe looked at the shoelaces twisted in his hands, leaning on him, head slightly to his side, watching him carefully making things up, his eyes focused and gentle. "I will definitely try my best to stay by my lover's side, never go anywhere, and never separate when I die. If I love him, I have to give him a lot of love, and then get back a lot of love from him instead of giving him a lot of love. A lot of money, and then let him live and die by himself."
A fat bird with a very bald tail is gradually weaving and forming. He Bai made the final finishing touch, raised his hand sideways, and was just about to show off to the other party that he had a good memory, and I remembered the bird weaving tutorial I learned when I was a child. He rushed into Di Qiuhe's gentle eyes, his heart tightened sharply, his eyes widened slightly, and he was swallowed back when he rushed to his throat.
The thoughts of changing the subject to comfort each other, giving cute and happy gifts, and mocking birds all suddenly disappeared.
Di Qiuhe didn't expect that he would suddenly turn his head, look back in confusion, and then accidentally fell on his hand, stunned, showing a big smile, stretched out his hand to take away the fat bird with a round belly, and tugged. Pulling its short tail, smiled and asked, "Is it for me? It's cute, thank you."
The already gentle eyebrows were stained with a little smile, and the eyes lit up with joy, as if a starry river was lit up.
Puff, puff, puff.
He Bai reflexively wanted to touch the camera. He didn't remember until he touched the button of his jacket. He came out in a hurry and forgot to bring the camera.
I forgot to bring my camera...
He was stunned again, looking down at his empty palm, feeling a sense of dazedness.
The camera, whether before or after rebirth, as long as he goes out, he will definitely take the camera with him. The world under the lens is so beautiful and wonderful, and the beautiful scenery may be encountered at any time. If you miss it because you didn't bring your camera, it would be a shame.
He never forgot, never, but now...
Another car drove into the yard and then stopped at the door. Wang Boyi walked down from above.
"I'm about to leave for the airport." Di Qiuhe was in a good mood and put away the "love gift" from his sweetheart, got up and rubbed his soft hair with courage, and smiled, "Is it tired if I haven't spoken all the time? You sit here and I will send you back to school after I pack up."
He Bai raised his head, watched him turn and leave, and slowly tightened his empty palm.
Is this person... already important enough to make him forget to bring a camera
Slowly frowning, he lowered his head and looked at the running shoes that had lost their laces.
Camera, walking shoes... Because I was worried about the other party, I hurried out after receiving the call and forgot to bring the camera; because I wanted to comfort the other party, I took off the shoelace and knit a childish bird for the other party. I forgot to lose one pair. Shoelace shoes, how inconvenient to walk and adjust the position to find the shooting angle...
The sudden rumbling of the heartbeat in his ears has gradually subsided. He raised his head and looked at the sky where no stars could be seen in the evening, remembering the galaxy that he had just seen in Di Qiuhe's eyes, and raised his hand and pressed the place on his chest. , Sighed for a long time: Also, because he was worried about the other party, he had already skipped class several times, including this afternoon...
Habits and principles have been broken time and time again, just because he was worried about a person... After two lifetimes, he smelled danger for the first time.
The car drove smoothly, He Bai raised his hand to prop up the window, and squinted at Di Qiuhe who was sitting next to him, from top to bottom, from bottom to top.
After Di Qiuhe saw his straight gaze, he tidied up his clothes several times without any traces. His sitting posture became more and more rigid and rules. His emotions changed from calm, secretive, and trembling to doubts, anxiety, and restlessness. It's up and down, like a lively rabbit shut.
"What are you looking at?" Di Qiuhe, who pretended to read the magazine to no avail, looked over it pretendingly, finally couldn't help but ask, and at the same time adjusted his sitting posture without any trace.
He Bai squinted his eyes, glanced over his long legs, which appeared to be straighter and slender after adjusting his sitting posture. He struck a hundred points in his heart, and then moved his gaze to focus on the facial features that he really looked so handsome. Then vaguely swept three inches below his navel, and said quietly, "Qiuhe, do you want to take a set of photos without clothes?" Since I have doubts and uncertainties, let me give it a try. It should be determined.
Sila —
A page of the magazine was torn, and the rabbit in Di Qiuhe's heart banged against the wall and died. He turned to frown and looked at He Bai viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "No filming! Don't think about it!" No wonder Puppy kept looking at him, it turned out to be For this! That Xu Ying hadn't given up on her heart, and even encouraged Puppy to be a lobbyist! court death!
The stingy Di is three years old.
He Bai sighed quietly and looked out the window with his physiological response to test whether the danger signal was accurate. So sure enough, the signal was wrong. After all, from his last life to this morning in this life, his fantasies about his future partner were all big breasted soft sisters, and Di Qiuhe...
He turned his head back again, glanced at Di Qiuhe's handsome face, and glanced at his wide shoulders, narrow waist and big long legs, then stretched out his hand to poke his chest and abdominal muscles, and couldn't help but sighed deeply.
It’s so hard... So it must be a signal error, forgetting to bring a camera or something. It’s normal for people to be older and have a bad memory. If something happened to the youngest’s family, he should also be anxious to forget...
Suddenly flashed in his mind when the third wife gave birth to a baby in his previous life. The third child was trembling and called him. He was so incoherently scared that he thought that the third wife had a dystocia. He still remembered that he hurried out and wore the wrong shoes, but I didn’t forget to pick up the camera bag...
"..."
It's too much!
He raised his hand and held his face, a painful review.
How could he be so excessive! The third wife gave birth to a baby. The third child was almost crying. He even took a camera when he went out! Why are you so cheap! Although fortunately he recorded the silly look of the youngest holding the youngest and the third wife crying, but why did he carry the camera so cheaply! Why are you so cheap!
Di Qiuhe was stiffened by him first, and then saw him turning back, sighing and frowning, as if he had encountered something dirty, the boy broke his heart, and said angrily, "Little dog! I was yesterday. Have a bath! Shaved my beard! I also wiped my body lotion! "Very clean! It's delicious! You can let the puppies take advantage of them and feel comfortable at any time! Why do you look disgusting!
He Bai turned his head and looked at his angry eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly leaned in, his gaze fell on his lips.
Di Qiuhe opened his eyes wide, holding his breath and dared not move. The little puppy and puppy have a sexy expression just now, so close so, what are they going to do, what are they doing...
The two got closer and closer, their breath entwined.
"Sure enough." He Bai opened his mouth, then tilted his head, sniffed the side of his neck, imagined the kissing scene, and seemed not disgusted. He frowned, leaned back on the car window, and sighed faintly. After a sigh of relief, he turned to look out the window.
I don't feel disgusted, and I think Di's three-year-old body really smells good... Although the danger signal is vague, the penetrating power seems to be quite strong... It's a bit bad.
Di Qiuhe frowned upon seeing him after he had smelled himself, and immediately looked out the window and sighed in disgust. He was ashamed, angry, anxious and embarrassed. His suffocated breath was choked in his throat and his ears were red. Ye Hong suffocated, "The hotel I stayed at last night, the toiletries in the hotel didn't taste good, so I can only use it." So it's not a matter of his taste! His own toiletries are specially selected fruit flavors! Just the fruity fragrance Puppy’s favorite! The scent that makes Puppy the scent that he wants to take a sip as soon as he smells it!
He Bai was experiencing the earth-shattering event of the demolition and reconstruction of the Three Views in his heart. There was no need to take care of his sensitive young man's heart. He just waved his hand casually when he heard that, and continued to look out the window quietly, sighing from time to time.
Sure enough, you are still... Rebirth, you are paralyzed.
Di Qiuhe, who was angry on the cotton, said: "..." I really want to get off the car and look for a hotel to take a good shower.
The car stopped outside the side door of Q. Di Qiuhe glanced at He Bai who seemed to be about to get out of the car and leave. The grievances and accusations in his heart were almost shot out, but there was a face on his face, trying to keep himself. The last dignity.
Click, the car door was pushed open.
Di Qiuhe tightened his hand and immediately threw his dignity out of the Jiutianyun, and said, "Goodbye, goodbye."
He Bai turned his head when he heard the words, and saw that he twisted his neck to ignore him, raised his eyebrows, returned to close the door, and stretched his arms, "Die is three years old, come here to Dad."
Sila —
Another page of the magazine was scrapped, Di Qiuhe turned his head and glared, "Who do you say is the father? Puppy, are you skin-"
He Bai leaned over and hugged him, patted his back, rubbed his hair, smiled and said, "Make a good film, I will text you every day, don’t look back after the burden is thrown away. Better than those who bully you, you know?"
In the second proactive hug, Di Qiuhe paused for a few seconds, then quickly put down the magazine and hugged him back, burying his face on his shoulders and neck, and muttered, "Woooooooooooooooooooo! many."
"If it weren't for hurting you, who would be willing to talk so much." He Bai's face was kind, rubbed the back of his head again, then tentatively tilted his head slightly, and kissed the end of his hair.
In the next second, he pushed Di Qiuhe decisively away and rubbed his nose, "This shampoo smells really unpleasant."
Di Qiuhe: "..."