Jensen put his wrist on the coffee cup and tried it, and the temperature was just right. What's wrong with the young master today? It's so hard to serve.

However, Jensen, who received the salary, obediently went to change the cup, and even used a thermometer to cool the coffee to forty degrees before serving it in.

However, before entering the house, Zong Zhenghuang stood up. Slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the study.

He stood in front of the window, pursed his lips and looked out of the window. Jensen was also curious, and put the coffee on the table and tiptoed around, as if Miss Yunmo had returned with the young grandmother.

As if knowing that there was someone behind him, Zong Zhenghuang turned his head slightly, and glanced at Jensen with a very cold look.

Jensen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his palms sweating nervously, "Does the young master have any other orders?" ”

"It's gone."

Meaning, you can roll.

Jensen hurried out.

Yun Tianyue, who had played around from the old street, was very hilarious, and she was still holding a special cup of flower tea from ten yuan and five hundred milliliters from the eldest sister in her hand, and she was very happy to smoke.

After saying goodbye to Yunmo, he happily walked from the courtyard towards the house.

Before going upstairs, the new aunt specially prepared freshly squeezed apple juice for Yun Tianyue.

"The apple juice is good, the girl drinks too much, the skin is smooth and the complexion is good."

Yun Tianyue smiled and drank the juice. Jumping upstairs, I was about to rush to the bedroom to take a shower and sleep on the soft bed.

But Jensen walked to a meter away from the door and stood still, an overly stern face revealing that something unusual had happened.

"What's wrong?"

"Young grandma, let's go to the study first, you came back so late, the young master is very angry." With a worried face, he stepped back.

Angry? What kind of anger is he getting angry at playing by himself, and he's not his own father.

"I'm tired, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. You go and tell him I'm going back...... "That's coming" stuck in my throat and swallowed.

Zong Zhenghuang stood at the door of the study at the end of the second floor, leaning lazily against the door frame, his left hand casually curling the cuffs of his shirt. With his head down, the light and shadow made him look mysterious and dangerous. The hair at the back of his head was haphazardly tied into pigtails with a leather band. But the shredded hair on his forehead obscured the expression on his face.

He's beautiful, the kind of beauty that charms all beings.

In Yun Tianyue's not very broad cognition, she felt that she was a beauty, but when she met Zong Zhenghuang, she had no confidence at all. A man's skin is as delicate as jade, because his ancestors have mixed-race genes, his nose bridge is higher than that of ordinary Asians, and his eye sockets are deep and his facial features are very delicate. Thin lips, speaking with a fascinating demeanor.

Yun Tianyue and Jensen swallowed their saliva unproductively.

Then the sound in the silent corridor is particularly beautiful and pleasant.

"Come in." He raised his head, glanced at Yun Tianyue coldly, and then glanced at Jensen with a vague look.

Jensen went downstairs in a sense of humor, and Yun Tianyue stuffed the things in his hand to Jensen in frustration and walked towards the end of the corridor.

The humidifier in the study is computer-controlled, and it operates according to the dry and wet range of the room. Zong Zhenghuang opened the window widely, and the refreshing cool breeze outside kept pouring in, blowing away the constant temperature and humidity in the room.

The curtains sway softly with the wind. Zong Zhenghuang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to her, a glass of milk and a piece of Munich Black Forest cake on the table.

"What time is it?" He asked very calmly.

Yun Tianyue rolled her eyes, she had a mobile phone, and she also had time for the antique clock in the study. I had to ask myself, and I reluctantly glanced at the watch on my wrist.

"Five minutes to go, twelve o'clock." The tone was very uncaring.

"Do you know to come back?" The tone was already fluctuating, and the tone was fluctuating involuntarily because the anger was suppressed in the chest.

"Am I going to report to you somewhere? Are you my dad ......" muttered in a voice, complaining very unhappily.

Not a word fell into Zong Zhenghuang's ears.

Is it meddled in your own business? He's been waiting, waiting until now. If he hadn't kept letting people follow her, he really didn't know if he would have overturned the entire Dongze City at this time! Doesn't she know how dangerous it is out there?

Yun Tianyue lowered her head, waiting for him to finish his nerves and let himself go back to rest. I'm almost exhausted...

Suddenly a shadow pressed in front of her, and she couldn't help but retreat. But the waist has been tightly clamped by a strong arm.

"What did you just say?"

In a cold, dangerous tone, he pulled her closer to him.

"No... It's nothing...... You're hurting me. ”

His hand grabbed her waist and pinched her. Xiu Mei was very aggrieved and wrinkled into a small fold, and her eyes were full of incomprehension and annoyance.

"You are my wife, never forget it. If I don't come back before nine o'clock, I can't guarantee that I'll do anything you'll regret. Forget it this time, next time I'll have people tear down the old street, you know? He approached her, and Yun Tianyue smelled a faint smell of wine.

Red Star Two Pot Head?!

She frowned, wasn't he allergic to alcohol? Why do you still drink?

Instead of capturing the fact that he tracked himself in his words, he cared deeply about him in Stockholm. Reaching out to lift the broken hair from his forehead, he saw a pair of overly red eyes and crimson cheeks.

So a porcelain-white face is as red as rouge. Yun Tianyue wanted to laugh, but she was afraid that he would be poisoned and braided.

"You've been drinking, aren't you allergic to alcohol? Are you okay? She touched his forehead with both hands and tried her own again.

He had a low-grade fever, and the cake and milk he prepared were for him.

"I asked Jensen to come up and take you to the hospital, you have a fever." She grabbed his arm and frowned worriedly.

"Don't go to the hospital." He let go of her body, turned around and sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace, his hands rubbing his temples and kneading them.

Afraid that he would fall to the ground, Yun Tianyue had to follow behind and support Zong Zhenghuang's arm.

Sitting on the sofa, she sighed helplessly. Holding the milk and handing it to him, "Since you don't go to the hospital, let's rest early after drinking milk." If you feel unwell in the middle of the night, call Jensen and ask you to take you to the hospital. ”

Shove the milk into his hand and go away. After all, she was almost tired.

"Don't!" His hand was quick, and he grabbed her arm. "Stay and take care of me."

His voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness. Is it drunk? No way...... What does it look like to be drunk? Dignified and dignified, Huang likes to be coquettish when he drinks less and more? Yun Tianyue felt embarrassed, and thought about whether to threaten him after filming it. Still thinking in his heart, Zong Zhenghuang's hands suddenly softened, and the milk spilled on the carpet.

The whole person collapsed on the sofa.