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Europe's largest textile mill has been built, and the young heirs of the James family are patrolling the factory to the roar of machinery.

Suddenly, the young lord, with a long figure and an elegant face, stopped, and covered his chest with a pale face.

Turner, the personal assistant and the servant of the James family, quietly stepped forward and held Mr. James steadily, without a trace of fluctuation on his face, but his heart began to be anxious.

Butler Jeeves said that although Mr. James grew up abroad and did not receive a formal aristocratic education, he had the most orthodox blood of the James family, and was born a nobleman, and his behavior was impeccable at all times.

Turner had been with Mr. James for two years and had never seen him lose his temper like this.

"Do you need a break, sir?"

The Lord's handsome features were more three-dimensional and profound on his bloodless face, and his hand kept tightly covering his heart, and he nodded at Turner with restraint.

Soon back in the break room, the accompanying factory managers left, and Turner was about to deliver hot tea when he watched Mr. James stop at the door.

As a personal attendant, Turner knew that Mr. James had no heart problems, but he often covered the position of his heart, because he had a piece of jade in his personal pocket near his heart, and Mr. Lord Jade had not left it since that chaotic autumn night two years ago.

Every time Mr. Lord covered his heart, Turner would quietly withdraw, leaving him plenty of space.

He could read the expression, like he missed his beloved Tess in the silence of the night.

After Tess's death, he saw himself in the mirror countless times.

No matter how noble his status is, how outstanding his ability is, Mr. James, like him, is just a man who misses his lover and can't extricate himself.

Turner put down the tea set and left silently.

He didn't know why Mr. James suddenly lost his temper, but he knew that at this time, no one could say anything to comfort a heart that was tormented for his lover, and could only give him a considerate space.

But what Turner doesn't know is that his lover is gone, but Mr. James's lover has always warmed him in the mouth of his heart.

But suddenly, the piece of blood jade, which had been warm, suddenly became cold.

It was so cold that his heart felt like an ice pick had been nailed into it, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Pan Mingyuan took out the blood jade from his personal pocket, and looked at the white translucent jade, and his whole body shook violently!

Ann!

Pan Mingyuan's slender fingers were paler and colder than the jade in his hand, and he stumbled over a high-backed chair before he could barely stand.

"Sir!" Turner ran to the door as soon as possible, restrained his worries and asked as quietly as possible, "What do you need?" ”

Pan Mingyuan was pulled back to his senses by the sound of knocking over the chair, and glanced at Turner fixedly, his eyes were as deep as the sea, hiding all his panic and worries, clenching the jade in his hand with all his strength, and striding out of the door.

Turner hurriedly followed, nervous.

Pan Mingyuan instructed Turner as he walked quickly: "Contact Mr. Zhou Jingyuan as quickly as possible, and I want to talk to him in detail." Please Jeeves butler get ready right away, I'm going to Hong Kong right away. ”

The textile mill was just getting started, and now was the time when it was most necessary to go all out, and Mr. James could not go to Asia at this time.

The winter social season in London has begun, and the Lord Lord's schedule is full, and as the new heir to the old British aristocracy, he cannot miss many important occasions.

As a visiting professor at the University of Manchester, he also teaches students on a weekly basis.

There were too many reasons why Mr. James couldn't leave at this time, but Turner didn't say a word.

Mr. James's expression was so determined that he knew he couldn't convince him.

It's too fragile, like a 10,000-year-old ice sculpture, hard and cold, rejecting people for thousands of miles, but as long as he finds the soft point in his heart, he can shatter it into pieces with a light touch of the hammer.

Turner couldn't bear to stop him.

Pan Mingyuan returned to Sal Manor, one of the oldest estates of the James family, on the outskirts of Manchester, as fast as he could, and he had been resident here since he saw the flourishing rose tree in the estate.

The communication between the European continent and Red China needs to be transferred layer by layer, and it is not that he can contact him immediately if he wants to, Pan Mingyuan got out of the car and ordered the old butler Jeeves, who was already waiting at the door: "Jeeves, get ready, we will go to London immediately." ”

London has more and faster ways to get to Asia, and he can't wait a minute, he has to go right away.

Jeeves' tall hooked nose was slightly raised, a gesture of disapproval. But Pan Mingyuan didn't give him a chance to speak, "Jeeves, I have to go." Please go ahead and prepare! ”

"Sir," Jeeves straightened his back, "I need to know your reasons. "Impulsiveness and recklessness are not allowed in the qualities of a gentleman, his family has served the James family for generations, and maintaining the honor of the James family is always his most important mission.

Pan Mingyuan's footsteps did not stop, and only gave Jeeves a heroic and firm back, "There is no reason, Jeeves." I'm going to meet someone, and she's the reason for all of this. I gave up anything to find her, I didn't need a reason. ”

Turner watched Pan Mingyuan walk towards the flower room, and instead of following, he turned around, "Mr. Jeeves, I'll go pack Mr. James' luggage." After saying that, he walked away quickly without waiting for the Jeeves butler to speak.

Butler Jeeves stood in the doorway for a moment, the English man's hooked nose was towering, as expressionless as ever, and no one had seen anything on his face other than seriousness since he had officially become the steward of the James family.

"Morgan," Jeeves called to one of the secretaries, "to continue contacting Mr. Chow and tell Leah to go and bring him refreshments and add an extra gingerbread now." "Mr. James was in desperate need of food to replenish his calories right now, and his whole body was frozen from the cold that came from nowhere.

Jeeves watched Miss Elizabeth grow up, and his son he loved as if he were his own junior, except perhaps for the old lady in the flower room, and he was the one who wanted Mr. James to be well and well.

Pan Mingyuan walked into the warm glass flower room of the manor, the phalaenopsis bloomed elegantly and fragrantly in the winter sun, and the wife wore reading glasses and sat on a rocking chair knitting a brightly colored sweater.

Seeing him walk in, the wife beckoned to him with a smile, "Sixteen, I stewed sugar water, warm it on the stove, go drink a bowl, I want to leave a bowl for An An, she likes red dates and longan egg syrup the most." ”

Pan Mingyuan walked over and squatted beside his wife, and gently touched the sweater in his wife's hand, "It's for An An again, you are too partial, you knitted her a lot before giving me one." ”

The lady smiled lovingly, "An An loves beauty, there must be one for each color, so that it matches her flower dress!" ”

Pan Mingyuan buried his face in the soft and warm sweater, raised his head for a long time, and his eyes were moist and watery like rain passing through the clear sky, "Wife, I'll go and pick up An An and don't let her run around again, okay?" ”