Xing Zhuo didn't say anything, he just squatted down and picked up the cherries on the ground one by one.
These cherries are already dirty and cannot be eaten.
Looking at the man picking cherries on the ground, Chu Yu's thin red lips tugged: "Xing Zhuo, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Do you hate me so much now? You want to kill me?"
Xing Zhuo picked up the last cherry on the ground, stood up, and said gently: "Young Master, have you misunderstood me?"
As he spoke, his long eyelashes trembled, as if he felt a little aggrieved.
"Ha." The young man sneered. His eyes that were full of trust and intimacy towards the man before were now wary and alienated: "Just pretend, I will tell my dad your true identity sooner or later."
Xing Zhuo wanted to touch the young man's soft hair. He had touched it before. It was very soft and completely different from the young man's temperament.
Every time he touched it, although the young man was a little reluctant, he just lowered his eyes, pursed the corners of his bright red lips, and didn't speak. He actually seemed a bit well-behaved.
However, before his hand even touched the boy's hair, he was met with fierce resistance. The movement of his hand seemed to turn on a switch, causing the boy to raise the thorns on his body.
Chu Yu pinched his wrist and pursed his lips. His coquettish eyes, paired with pupils as clean and clear as glass, were strangely beautiful. In the blink of an eye, you could faintly see the cinnabar moles on his eyelids.
At this moment, she stared at him fiercely, "What? Do you still want to do something to me?"
The young man's hands were slender and weak. He thought he had squeezed him very hard, but in fact it did not bring any lethality. On the contrary, the delicate and cool feeling made people feel uneasy.
Xing Zhuo wanted to laugh, but he held back because he knew that if he laughed out loud at this time, the young master would probably be angry and cry.
"Young Master." Xing Zhuo's attitude was very sincere. When he met the young man's angry gaze, a gentle smile appeared on his stern face: "I will never do anything to you. Did I do something wrong? Young Master He’s been so cold to me lately.”
His attitude was more than cold, it was simply malicious.
Xing Zhuo thought for a while, and it seemed that he hadn't done anything to make the young master unhappy recently.
Chu Yu was almost fooled by the superb acting skills of the man in front of him, let alone the original owner.
In her opinion, the tricks of the original owner were probably just kindergarten playing house to Xing Zhuo. From the beginning to the end, Xing Zhuo always had a gentle look. When he seriously doted on someone, he would make them control him. Constantly falling.
However, if you peel off this perfect skin, what's inside is a wolf that eats people but doesn't spit out bones.
Xing Zhuo thought that since he had said this, the young man would tell him the reason. After all, the young master was spoiled, had no brains, and was very easy to control.
But unexpectedly, the boy didn't say anything. His black eyelashes like butterfly wings drooped slightly, casting a shadow under the pale and delicate skin of his eyelids, trembling slightly and giving him a bit of vulnerability.
Xing Zhuo was stunned for a moment and blinked in surprise, a little surprised that the young man would still show such emotions.
She was still young, and although she had many friends around her, Xing Zhuo was the one who stayed with her the longest, and she really regarded her as a friend. What Xing Zhuo said that day at the bar was like a basin of cold water that woke her up.
"Young Master, can you tell me what happened?" The person involved said in a gentle tone, his wrist still being pinched by the young man.
He didn't understand what else Chu Yu could be sad about? What do people who were born in the pyramids want?
Now he shows this expression again, as if he owes her, but he is just a dog next to Chu Yu who can be beaten or scolded.
Thinking of this, Xing Zhuo heard his smiling voice again, soft and gentle, and repeated it unhurriedly.
"Young Master, please tell me, please?"
The tone seemed worried, but there was no wavering in it.
The wrist was thrown away, and the young man with beautiful eyebrows in front of him had slightly raised eyes, which were stained with thin red eyes, giving him an indescribable glamour.
With such a face, he said extremely vulgar words.
"Sue your mother. Get out of my room right now. No dog can enter this place."
Although Xing Zhuo was adopted from an orphanage, his education was all higher education. He subconsciously felt disgusted with these vulgar words. He lowered his eyes and softened his voice: "Young master, please don't use swear words."
Not only did the young man not listen, he even got worse.
"You care about me? Who do you think you are? Dogs are better than you. At least they know how to repay kindness. What about you?"
"You are just a white-eyed wolf!"
Xing Zhuo was only eighteen years old, and his palace was very deep, but he still couldn't hold his breath after all. He was a little dissatisfied when the young man pointed at his nose and scolded him for no reason, but he didn't show it at all. His narrow eyes were covered with a thin layer of Bo smiled, with an undercurrent surging under his pupils: "Since the young master doesn't want to see me, then I just leave."
After saying this, he turned around and left without looking at the young man's expression without any hesitation.
The moment the door closed, Xing Zhuo glanced inside subconsciously.
The young man holding the guitar lowered his head, his dark soft hair was slightly messy and half-covered his eyebrows, his long and thick dark eyes were trembling, and his pale and thin fingertips were pinched tightly.
The light fell on her body, making her seem a little lonely.
The calm lake of his heart was filled with subtle waves that he couldn't even detect.
Is the young master...sad?
Is it because of him?
As soon as this idea came to mind, a strange feeling emerged in Xing Zhuo's heart, itchy, as if a kitten stretched out a soft cushion and scratched it.
It doesn't hurt, just a little itchy.
The door was closed and the boy's figure disappeared.
It seems... the young master is not that annoying.
Niu Colu·System: 〖Master, we still have a task to clear the original owner. Isn’t this a bit too much? 〗
Chu Yu: 〖Shut up, shut up. 〗
Niu Colu·System:〖(˘̩̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)〗
The next second, the cold system sound came to mind.
〖Congratulations to the host, whitewashing task: 5%. 〗
Niu Colu·System: 〖Ah——! Host, you are so awesome, you are so happy that you are spinning around in circles. 〗
Chu Yu: 〖Shut up. 〗
The Niu Colu·System that has always been disliked: 〖(Ｔ▽Ｔ)〗
What should I do if the host is too fierce and swollen? ! !
The task of clearing the original owner's name is quite simple. After all, the original owner has not done anything evil. He just has a bad temper, but it is understandable. After all, he grew up in a honey pot.
Moreover, the male protagonist is only a child now, and children should be easy to coax, so it seems that the task is quite simple.
Chu Yu curled his lips in a good mood.
After a few years, Chu Yu will find that his current idea is too simple and naive.
