Lin Yifei scooped up a few balls in the pot with a colander, and ate them with chopsticks. Looking at Chris, he could eat them with chopsticks. Manman is right, Chris is really authentic.
That night, when Chris came home, Elizabeth came down from the stairs and pinched her nose as she passed by him.
"What's your smell?"
Chris ignored her and walked up. Many people may not like his smell, but Chris likes it very much.
Through the thin mist of the hot pot, he watched Lin Yifei drooping delicate eyelashes, blowing on the food on the chopsticks, and then chewing with puffy cheeks, everything was very warm.
Putting the scarf around his neck on the head of the bed and stroking it lightly, it seemed that Lin Yifei's body temperature was still there.
George knocked on the door and said softly, "Master, master is waiting for you in the study."
Chris came to the study, and Mr. Osborne was sitting there with a book casually spread out in front of him. Seeing Chris come in, he took off his glasses.
"Go to Lin?"
"Um."
"Are you having fun?"
"fine."
Mr. Osborne nodded, "You should know that Christmas is coming, and it's another annual family reunion. Not only is it boring to you, it's also boring to me."
"Do you want me to be obedient like a doll?" Chris leaned back in the seat, looking at his father indifferently.
"I just hope you can behave better in front of that old guy De Niro. I don't want your two cousins to use your indifference to make a big fuss about you not being suitable for the Ozben family."
"I didn't fit in."
"There are some things we force ourselves to adapt to. Do you know why?" Mr. Osborne paused. "It's to protect what we think is important."
"What do you want to say?"
"Whether you like it or not, you are already a member of the Ozben family. I believe you still have the sense to recognize reality. In this family, only you are strong enough to protect the things you care most... or people. "
"What do you want to do to Yifei?" Chris clenched his fists suddenly.
Mr. Osborne smiled helplessly, reached out to cover the back of his son's hand, and patted lightly: "I will never hurt him. On the contrary, because you care about him, I also care about him. But what I want to say is that you don't I hope someone else will hurt him, such as the Taylor family behind Elizabeth, such as your two cousins, or that old guy De Niro."
"I will not marry Elizabeth." This is Chris' bottom line.
"I won't let you marry her either. That would be tantamount to pushing the Ozbone family in front of the green-eyed wolves. I just hope you look mature enough."
Christmas Eve came, and the snow was falling profusely outside the window. The windows on the streets are decorated, beautiful Christmas trees can be seen everywhere, and the singing of Christmas Eve fills the streets and alleys.
Oz's home was also luxuriously decorated. Champagne, wine and food are just decorations. When the members of the family dressed up and arrived, the main house of the Ozburn family seemed to have instantly become the Palace of Versailles before the Great Revolution.
Elizabeth is dressed elegantly and appropriately, wearing a silver dress, the skirt outlines her beautiful female curves, young and mature. It was the only time of the year that she put away her pride.
His parents, the Taylors, also came, and they hugged their daughter tightly. Mr. Taylor whispered in her ear, "How are you and Chris?"
Elizabeth smiled and shook her head, with deep loneliness and unwillingness in her eyes.
"It's okay, I'll talk to De Niro tonight. That guy from Ozburn has to be willing if he doesn't want to." Mr. Taylor patted his daughter on the back.
After a few minutes, the family members who were greeting each other suddenly fell silent.
An old man with a serious face walked in step by step with a cane. He is over seventy years old, but his back is still straight. Sharp eyes, but with a kind smile on his mouth. Everyone greeted him, and he responded to them all. He has seen through too many people's attempts, but he will not tell the truth. Slowly walked in front of Mr. Osborne, and embraced him warmly.
"My nephew, it's been so missed since I haven't seen you for a whole year."
After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, De Niro looked around, "Why didn't you see the little prince of the Ozburn family, your son Chris?"
"Ha, of course he has to dress up to be worthy of the ladies and gentlemen present here."
Among those who opposed Ozburn's marriage to Chris's mother, De Niro was the most severe. It wasn't until Mr. Osborne gained his own influence in the family that he was able to take his wife back despite De Niro's objections. Of course, this incident also made the relationship between Mr. Ozburn and De Niro sour that they could not see each other several times a year.
At this moment, Chris in a black suit walked down slowly.
The tailoring from Italy made his slender figure more three-dimensional, and the dull black was worn by him with a refined feeling. There was no superfluous smile on his mouth, on the contrary, the cold but not arrogant gaze produced a kind of ascetic and rational beauty. De Niro raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It's been a long time since I saw Chris. She looks like a father." Although De Niro didn't like Chris' mother, he could faintly feel that Chris was in the same generation as the Ozborn family and those who had been spoiled. Children are definitely different.
"Hello, Grandpa De Niro." Chris saluted De Niro, elegant and handsome, but hard to hide the sharp edge of the blade.
De Niro looked into Chris's eyes, those eyes were like a deep pool, calm and calm, without any extra distractions. De Niro smiled, took Chris's hand, and sat down at the table. This action made other members of the family jealous, but it was also this action that De Niro recognized Chris' status in the Ozburn family. During the dinner, De Niro asked some questions about the financial market, oil, and import and export. Chris answered them one by one with unique insights, which made De Niro nod frequently.
"Should I choose to study business in college?" De Niro asked Chris. Although his tone was calm, everyone else knew that was an order.
"Before I was thirty-two years old, I had no intention of going into business." Chris's words caused a silence.
"Why?" De Niro didn't show an angry expression.
"Before the age of thirty-two is the golden age of fencing."
After two seconds of silence, De Niro smiled and clapped his hands: "Okay, that's what it is. It's not a good thing to follow others without having your own opinions, and not knowing what you want."
Mr. Osborne also laughed: "When Chris was thirty-two years old, I was not yet sixty. You don't have to drive me down so early."
Everyone laughed along, but only they knew what they were thinking.
After the banquet, Mr. Osborne and De Niro sat in the study and drank tea.
"Let Chris get engaged to Elizabeth of Taylor's family earlier." De Niro took a sip of tea leisurely.
"About this, I don't plan to have Chris and Elizabeth together." After Ozburn said this, De Niro didn't seem surprised.
"What's the reason?"
"The reason is that I don't intend to send the Ozben family to anyone with superfluous ambitions. Now the relationship between the family and the outside world is still very balanced, and there is no need to disturb it. Besides, Chris is only sixteen years old, we can completely observe Let’s find a more capable partner.”
"That's right, it's not a bad idea to leave the seat next to Chris empty, and let the rest of the people fight for blood." De Niro nodded, "I will hang them first on the Taylor family."
The banquet ended in Bo Yun's treacherous atmosphere. Everyone got a little bit of hope, and everyone didn't actually get anything.
When the Taylors left, Elizabeth was reluctant to leave. Mr. Taylor put his arms around Elizabeth and said softly: "You have to be careful, De Niro has not clarified your status as Chris' fiancée, it seems that there will be variables."
Elizabeth was slightly startled, then calmed down, "I see, Dad."
When everyone left, the hustle and bustle seemed to leave the Ozburne's house for a moment.
As soon as Elizabeth turned her head, she could see Chris's slender and elegant figure, and his indifference when he turned around hurt her eyes.
In the next few days, George took Lin Yifei from Chinatown to Ozburn's house almost every day. Lin Yifei and Chris could spend an entire afternoon in the fencing room.
Sometimes Elizabeth would gently push open the door of the fencing room, and all she could hear was the crisp sound of swords touching each other. The tension that was about to be broken spread between Chris and Lin Yifei, and Elizabeth even felt that she was not at all. It is impossible to enter their world.
George was about to enter the fencing room with some snacks when he saw Elizabeth gave a slight salute.
"If only I could have the ability to fight against Chris like Lin, maybe then Chris would look at me." Elizabeth murmured.
"No one can be Lin, and no one can be Elizabeth. Because everyone is unique." George walked in calmly and put down the snack.
Seeing Dim Sum coming, Lin Yifei stopped, stretched out his hand to take off the mask, panted vigorously, and then collapsed beside Dim Sum.
Chris unhurriedly walked over to him and sat down, and took off his gloves for him.
Lin Yifei reached out and touched a cookie and put it in his mouth, while Chris sat beside him and watched.
At that moment, a sour emotion almost overwhelmed Elizabeth. Ever since he was a child, Chris has never done anything for himself, not even passing her a glass of orange juice in the morning, but at this moment, he will untie his gloves for Lin Yifei, and will push the snack plate close to him. This delicate tenderness hardly existed in Elizabeth's recollection.
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