Xiaomei's mother smiled flatteringly, put the slippers in her hand on the ground, and the man put the dark brown calfskin briefcase in her hand.

Don't even look at her. Turning around, he walked to the living room, and saw two children sitting on the sofa watching TV, and the man's hoarse voice sounded again.

"Why did you come back so early today?" the man looked up at the watch hanging on the wall, it was not yet four o'clock.

"We-" As soon as Xiaomei opened her mouth, she was glared at by her mother viciously.

"Back to my father, my sister and I got out of school early today. Dumbo answered his questions the way his mother would have taught them.

As soon as the man raised his hand slightly, Xiaomei's mother took out a wooden box from the storage box under the table, opened it carefully, and took out a cigar from it.

Cut off a small section of the first section and handed it to the man, Xiaomei's mother took out a lighter and respectfully lit the cigarette for him.

"The wound on the face—" The man took a puff of his cigar, tilted his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, squinting his eyes and looking at Xiao Fei, who was scarred all over his face through the misty smoke, "What's going on?"

"Back to my father-" Xiao Fei got down from the sofa and waved his hands in front of him, "I accidentally knocked on it at school today." ”

It's not that children like to say this, Rong Xigu and Xiaofei's reasons are exactly the same.

The man stood up, put the cigar in his mouth and held it, and looked at Xiaomei's mother.

"What did I tell you?" After the man stood up, his momentum instantly rose.

Xiaomei's mother hugged the ashtray and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Did I tell you not to let them cause trouble at school?" The man's voice was as vicious as a poisonous tongue, and the frightened Xiaomei's mother couldn't help but shudder.

"I-" Xiaomei's mother tried to explain, but the ashtray in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The man slapped Xiaomei's mother in the face with his backhand, and only the TV was still making sound in the living room, Xiaofei's frightened hands and feet were cold, paused, and hurriedly took a few steps back to cover Xiaomei's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, not afraid. "Xiao Fei himself is not afraid.

His mother, who had been twisting his ears just a moment ago, was kneeling directly on top of the glass, and he could even hear the sound of the glass rubbing against the bones.

"Brother......" Xiaomei's crying voice reached the man's ears, and a trace of lewdness flashed in his eyes.

I haven't been back for so long, and Xiaomei's voice sounds a lot more seductive.

The man pressed the cigar in his hand directly to the table, and the fine mahogany carved furniture was burned by the cigar.

Turning around, the man put down his cigar and walked towards Xiaofei and Xiaomei.

Xiao Fei covered Xiaomei's eyes with one hand and pulled Xiaomei's arm with the other, wanting to take her back a little.

"Dumbo, let go. There was a threat in the man's voice, and Xiao Fei subconsciously let go of his hand, starting from his fingers, he kept trembling.

"Father, sister, she is not feeling well today-" Xiaofei wanted to intercede for Xiaomei, but was pushed away by the man's palm and fell on the sofa, and his forehead accidentally touched the gold jewelry of the armrest.

"Xiaomei, is it okay to go with your father?" The man took Xiaomei's hand, took out a candy from his suit jacket, and put it in the palm of her hand.

Xiaomei looked at Xiao Fei who was lying on the side, and then at her mother who was kneeling on the ground, and nodded with a confused look.

The man picked Xiaomei up and took her out of the house.

"Mom......" Xiaofei lay on the sofa, his eyes lost focus, "Where is my sister going to be taken?"

Xiaomei's mother knelt on the ground, enduring the pain in her heart, and did not answer when she heard Xiaofei's words, her eyes were full of sadness.

In the evening, Rong Jinghao heard Rong Xigu's very slow voice as soon as he entered the house after returning from the company.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and ...... to the three of them" Rong Xigu memorized it for an afternoon, but still stopped at the very beginning, as if he was making a silent protest against An Mengyi.

Rong Jinghao learned about what happened today from An Mengyi at noon, and at first he didn't believe it, it was really strange that the well-behaved Rong Xigu would fight with someone at school.

When he knew what was going on, Rong Jinghao understood Rong Xigu's mood.

"Father!" Rong Xigu heard the sound from the door, and hurriedly put down the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in his hand, and stood up and was ready to rush over and hug Rong Jinghao's legs.

An Mengyi happened to come down from the upstairs study at this time, coughed lightly, and Rong Xigu had no choice but to sit on the stool obediently, and continued to shake her head and recite the poem.

"I'm back. Rong Jinghao stepped forward and grabbed An Mengyi's waist and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

An Mengyi has now slowly become accustomed to Rong Jinghao's intimate actions towards her, and will respond to him from time to time.

"Are you tired from work today?" An Mengyi took Rong Jinghao's arm and sat on the sofa with him.

"Fortunately, a new batch of agate rough stones came in in the afternoon, and I haven't had time to open it yet. Rong Jinghao briefly told her what happened when An Mengyi was not in the company this afternoon.

"Didn't you find an expert to see?" An Mengyi looked up and asked.

"My expert is not in the company today, who are you looking for?" Rong Jinghao looked at An Mengyi with doting eyes.

"Then when I arrive at the company tomorrow, you have someone send it to me. An Mengyi is in her position, although she doesn't have to worry about these trivial matters now, but this batch of rough stones has just been transported from Yunzhen, so she has to pay attention to it.

"Mother. Rong Xigu sat on the small bench and shouted aggrievedly, "Can I change places?"

"Where do you want to go?" An Mengyi seems to be iron-hearted today, and she must let Rong Xigu memorize these ten poems.

"I want to go to the bathroom. Rong Xigu turned his head pitifully, looked at An Mengyi and said, "I drank too much juice just now." ”

An Mengyi looked at Rong Xigu's small expression and couldn't help laughing.

"Go, go, go. ”

"Thank you, mother!" Rong Xigu cheered as if he had received amnesty, slipped down from the small bench, and rushed to the bathroom like a small fish.

An Mengyi looked at Rong Xigu's back, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Why did you let Xigu carry so much today?" Rong Jinghao took Rong Xigu's "Three Hundred Tang Poems" on the table, and saw the fold he nested on it.

"Let's not talk about that, Jing Hao. An Mengyi took the book aside, looked at Rong Jinghao and said, "I think, let Xi Gu learn kung fu from Leng Ying, what do you think?"

Rong Jinghao was stunned for a moment, and then a smile that was not obvious put on his face.

"Why did you suddenly have this idea?"

"Today, Xigu was fighting with other children in the kindergarten, which made me feel a little uneasy. Nowadays we can get the bodyguards to follow, but it is never a solution to do it all the time. ”

Seeing the scars on Rong Xigu's face, An Mengyi was not worried.

After the last Gu Manman incident, An Mengyi sometimes dreamed that Rong Xigu was kidnapped, and when she came back, her face was scarred.

In the previous life, she failed to let her child survive, An Mengyi was already very guilty and uneasy, and now that she has Xigu by her side, she must not let him do anything anymore.

"According to your will. Rong Jinghao nodded, agreeing to An Mengyi's request, "But there is a problem." ”

"Jing Hao, you say. ”

"Leng Ying and the others have undergone inhuman training to have such skills. Rong Jinghao gave An Mengyi a preventive injection in advance, "If you let Xigu train with her, you may suffer a lot of injuries." ”

An Mengyi only thought about letting Rong Xigu learn something that could protect her safety, but she forgot that there was still an injury.

"No matter how strict the training is, is it possible that it will be even more cruel than the Praetorian Guard?" An Mengyi was joking, but she didn't expect Rong Jinghao's eyes to change in an instant.

"An An, how did you know about the Praetorian Guard?"

This is obviously when he first ascended to the throne, the team composed of his cronies around him, and later gradually expanded in size, so he abandoned the name of the Praetorian Guard and renamed it the "Guard".

"Huh, what?" An Mengyi also noticed something wrong at this time, and hurriedly avoided her eyes and didn't look at Rong Jinghao.

"Praetorian Guard. Rong Jinghao pressed forward step by step, blocking An Mengyi in the corner of the sofa.

Both of them had temptation in their eyes, but An Mengyi dodged away and was unwilling to look at Rong Jinghao.

"An An. Rong Jinghao's slightly warning voice sounded, "Look at me." ”

"How...... What's wrong?" An Mengyi pretended to be stupid, she was actually a little strange, why did Rong Jinghao react so much when she heard the name "Praetorian Guard"?

Could he ......

"Mother, father!" was when the two were confronting, Rong Xigu's cheerful voice came.

Rong Jinghao had no choice but to let go of An Mengyi first, and the two of them sat upright, as if nothing had happened just now.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous!

An Mengyi didn't know why she felt like this, she only felt that the aura around Rong Jinghao just now was really like the Rong Jinghao in a high position.

Is it just my own delusion?

Rong Xigu suddenly threw herself into An Mengyi's arms, causing her thoughts to break for a moment.

"Mother, mother, I'll recite poems to you!" Rong Xigu pulled An Mengyi to the side, but Rong Jinghao's eyes kept staring at her back.

Praetorian Guard.

This word is like a valve that opens Rong Jinghao's memory of that period.

All kinds of memories of the past rushed in, and Rong Jinghao closed his eyes slightly.

Mengyi, it was the widow who did something wrong.

A deep sense of grief welled up in his heart, causing Rong Jinghao's breathing to stagnate for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was full of nostalgia and reluctance.