If you carelessly express that your biological parents have nothing to do with you, it will inevitably make people think that you are cold-blooded and heartless.
Although it was indeed quite ruthless, Wayne didn't want to take the risk yet.
Who knows what Duke Elliot is thinking?
If he were in his position, no matter how outstanding a magic genius he was, he would not adopt the son of his enemy into his own name. It would be nice not to kill this little brat, but you still think that you will betroth your only daughter to him. Are you thinking nonsense?
But now, this embarrassing son of an enemy turns out to be him... Things cannot be generalized.
Elliot nodded vaguely, showing no dissatisfaction with his answer.
Afterwards, the two talked about some countermeasures and suggestions, and Elliot obviously paid more attention to listening to his opinions than before.
After chatting about a lot of random things, Elliot finally asked him to go back and have a good rest.
"I'm busy with work every day, and I haven't been able to care about you much. Maybe you encountered some difficulties in your life and couldn't find them at the moment."
His tone seemed a little guilty, "I will try my best to spend as much time with you from now on. If there is anything that needs to be solved, you can tell me directly."
Wayne paused. "Father, don't worry, I will handle any problems you encounter."
So, Elliot said nothing more.
…
Coming out of the study, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief and walked to his bedroom.
But when she passed by the door of Chris's study, she grabbed her collar and pulled her in.
"Bang!" She closed the door tightly and pushed Wayne against the door panel, forcing it to slam shut.
"What shady things did you just say?"
She glanced at Wayne's body with suspicion, wanting to come up and take a whiff.
Wayne looked at her alert expression speechlessly, "I didn't say anything."
"You didn't say anything, so why can't you let me listen?"
She clearly didn't believe it.
"What are you talking about... gossip that only boys can listen to..." Chris asked aggrievedly: "Did you secretly exchange your experiences about hanging out in shady places?!"
Wayne:? ? ?
He raised his hand and gently tapped Chris on the head. "What on earth are you thinking about every day? Father is my future father-in-law, why would you tell me this!"
Chris covered her head and pouted.
"Anyway, if you don't tell me, then you are hiding from the light."
Looking at her stubborn attitude, Wayne sighed: "He just asked me if I wanted to go back to visit the grave."
"Comb sweeping?"
Chris was confused for two seconds before reacting, "Do you mean the place where you used to live?"
Her probing tone was a bit cautious, as if she was afraid of hurting his fragile heart.
"Oh, yes." Wayne pretended to be melancholy.
Chris suddenly stood up on tiptoes and hugged him.
"It's okay..." She patted him awkwardly to comfort him, "This is your home now. If you don't want to go, we won't go. If you want to go, I will go with you."
Wayne laughed and hugged her back hard.
The two of them were stuck together like Siamese twins.
"I don't feel sad."
I always felt that it was so heartless to lie to her even at this time.
"I really don't remember those things."
"Yeah." Chris responded in a low voice. "Dad, he is really asking why he would ask such a thing..."
"Okay, okay, he cares about me too, let's not talk about this anymore."
Wayne dropped the unpleasant subject.
Hugging her intimately like this, Wayne's irritable mood was strangely relieved a lot.
It can be seen that the heart hidden deep inside the body can really be close to the hot and soft heart of another person...
He lowered his head and kissed Chrissy's white neck.
The girl in her arms shivered violently.
"You...don't do bad things." She warned as if facing an enemy.
"Then you do bad things to me, and I won't do bad things to you." Wayne raised his chin shamelessly and brought his neck to her lips.
As long as you can stay with the one you love, what does it matter in which identity you appear?
Chris's eyes were watery, and her body was a little weak and she couldn't stand.
But after Wayne's repeated requests, she still stretched out her fingers tremblingly, moved down from his chin, and touched his Adam's apple.
Then...he kissed her like a dragonfly.
Wayne said dissatisfied: "Isn't this too perfunctory? No, let's start again."
Chris stamped his feet shyly, "Don't go too far!"
"Hiss - it's okay, it's not that you're not good at it, it's just that you're not very skilled yet." Wayne coaxed in a good voice, "Then let me demonstrate it again. Next time, you must remember this feeling carefully, okay?"
He suddenly picked up Chris by the waist, threw her on the soft sofa in a few steps, and pressed on her before she could react to stop her.
…
The next day, Chris went out wearing Wayne's turtleneck coat.
Even though it was against the school's rule that she must wear a uniform, she refused to take it off.
Wayne laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. She glared at her angrily several times.
"You liar, I will never feel sorry for you again!" She lowered her voice angrily.
"Don't be like this~ I cheered up again because of your comfort, Chris." Wayne said with a smile.
"You're still laughing!" Chris slapped him hard, turned around and left angrily.
Wayne was not in a hurry to chase her, and just followed her slowly.
But not long after, she strode back and hid behind Wayne: "You go ahead, the teacher will scold you first if you are late."
...It’s too real.
As a result, the two people who were unfortunately late finally came together to express their gratitude to class teacher Xie Li for her after-school heart-to-heart service.
"So, what's the reason for today? Classmate Chris, classmate Wayne?"
Shelly asked helplessly.
"Because... because Wayne got up too late, he couldn't make it in time, but next time we will definitely go out early!" Chris skillfully found herself the scapegoat.
Wayne seconded seriously: "That's it, that's right!"
Xie Li was obviously very suspicious of this argument, but seeing that the two men had already reconciled their confessions, it was hard to pursue the matter any further.
After being silent for a while, he said dejectedly: "Then let's do it. Remember to write the self-criticism letter and hand it over. It won't happen again."
He couldn't remember how many times he said "I won't do this next time."
"Definitely, definitely!" Chris couldn't hide her joy and hurriedly pushed Wayne away from the office.
