"Well, you come and stay first.

Don't take Misaku's car, it's too obvious.

You take a taxi to my door, and I'll come out to pick you up. ”

Cheng Han deleted all the information about the heroine's family in the computer, and whispered into the earpiece.

Daoming Temple felt that he was simply an angel at the moment, and tears of emotion were in his eyes.

"Class, you are really my good brother who sends snow in the fire!

When I get through this difficulty, I'll stick a knife in your two wings!"

“...... What you want to say is charcoal in the snow and a two-ribbed knife. ”

"Huh, it's all the same thing, don't care about these details. ”

_(:з」∠)_

It's really rare for such a stupid male protagonist to be.

After Daoming Temple came over, the first thing he said when he saw Cheng Han was: "My mother is crazy, don't let her know that I am here with you, otherwise you will be the same as Meizuo." ”

Cheng Han felt that it didn't matter, although the Misaku family said so, they would definitely not do it so badly.

After all, the Daoming Group is such an heir to Daoming Temple, and it will continue to make friends in the future.

Cheng Han asked the housekeeper to clean up the guest room next door, and asked people to prepare new clothes for Daoming Temple.

After he washed up, Cheng Han put the warm milk on the side of his bedside.

"You have a good rest today, and then talk about it tomorrow. ”

Vacating the ground, Cheng Han looked at the bruises on his arms and legs, and frowned inadvertently.

Dao Mingfeng was so ruthless, no wonder his son wanted to run away from home.

Raising a baby like this, how good can the character of Daoming Temple be.

Cheng Han suddenly had a little more sympathy for this unlucky male protagonist, it was really miserable to have this kind of mother.

Daoming Temple noticed his gaze and immediately snatched the quilt to unnaturally block the wound.

"I accidentally fell!"

Cheng Han did not expose his death to save face, but nodded in agreement.

"I know, I'll ask Sister-in-law Yu to get you some medicine to wipe it in a while. ”

Daoming Temple's eyes seemed to be red, and he hid in the quilt urn and said angrily: "I'm going to sleep, you can leave quickly." ”

"Good. ”

Cheng Han gently closed the door and turned back to his room.

In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a knock on the door.

Holding back his anger and getting up, outside the door was the unsucking face of Daoming Temple.

"Is there something wrong. ”

Cheng Han looked at him expressionlessly, his black eyes with a murderous aura.

It's a pity that the rough nerves of Daoming Temple didn't notice it, and it was as if they were following their home with red wine and glasses.

"I can't sleep, drink and talk with me. ”

"I don't drink. ”

"Then you drink juice, I drink. ”

......

Willful, arrogant, and stupid.

If it weren't for the fear that you wouldn't be able to contact the heroine after Dao Mingfeng disabled you, I would be the first to send you back.

Cheng Han restrained the urge to kill, drank half a glass of red wine he poured in one go, and pointed to the door.

"Get out. ”

Daoming Temple was stunned, and before he could react, he had been pushed out of the room.

At this time, I tasted that Daoming Temple took the 45-year-old Romani Conti in its own wine cabinet, with less than 600 bottles in the world.

Cheng Han turned his head to make up for sleep, and in a daze, he heard someone knocking on the door in a hurry.

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻！

If this thing is allowed to make trouble like this, it is estimated that the whole villa will be woken up.

He sat up lifelessly, ripped off the lamp next to the cabinet, and prepared to knock the visitor unconscious.

"Woo woo, class!"

The door opened a crack, and before he could make a move, the behemoth rushed in and threw himself into his arms.

With a rich and sweet intoxicating aroma and the taste of Yunnan white ointment.

"I had nightmares, I dreamed that my mother was going to beat me with a 40-meter-long feather duster!

'Bang' and it smacks me flat!"

Cheng Han: I'm TM......

Immediately order a 40-meter feather duster and give it to your mother!!

The pear blossoms crying in Daoming Temple brought rain, holding him like an octopus and not letting go.

Cheng Han didn't hesitate, and patted him stiffly on the back.

"It's just a dream, go back to sleep, dreams are the opposite of reality. ”

Daoming Temple pursed his moist red lips, and his head shook like a rattle.

The tall man of more than one meter and eight meters forcibly obeyed the bird, "Don't don't, I don't dare to sleep alone, I want to sleep with the class." ”

Cheng Han's forehead was bruised, and he wanted to throw this drunk out.

"Young Master, is something wrong?"

The downstairs lights came on, and the servant who was woken up asked cautiously.

Cheng Han endured and endured, rubbing his temples with a headache,

“...... It's okay. ”

The gay scene in this gay was seen by others, and I don't know how to pass it on.

He closed the door directly, threw Daoming Temple to the tatami mat next to him, and went back to bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

The wine gradually came up, and I slept exceptionally.

At sunset, the maid knocked on the door.

"Master, it's time to get up. ”

Cheng Han opened his eyes, but his head was not very clear.

The right arm moved uncomfortably, and it seemed as if it was being weighed down by some heavy object.

He lowered his head suddenly, and a black and messy hair was resting quietly on the crook of his arm, and he reflexively raised his leg and kicked the person out.

“......”

I lost it, when did this thing get into his bed?!

Daoming Temple rolled the futon and rolled on the ground a few times, rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, and muttered aggrievedly: "It hurts!"

Hearing the sound of the maids outside fleeing for fear of being wiped out, Cheng Han's face was as stinky as the bottom of the pot.

"Is it dawn, I'll sleep a little longer. ”

Daoming Temple wine has not woken up yet, and he said that he used his hands and feet to crawl towards Cheng Han's soft big bed.

Cheng Leng smiled coldly, "Aunt Feng, why are you here?"

Daoming Temple woke up suddenly, changed direction and drilled under the table. "Mom, I was wrong!!"

"Awake?" Cheng Han threw the towel on his face and said, "Get up when you wake up." ”

"Hanazawa !!"

Daoming Temple thought that his image of his wise and martial arts just now was completely shattered, and he jumped up and chased into the bathroom in a frenzy.

After the two of them finished washing, they went downstairs to eat one after the other.

For some reason, Daoming Temple felt that the maids in the Hua Ze family looked at him very strangely.

It's like ...... The vixen who seduced their young master???

, what a broken metaphor this is.

Several people peeked at him from a distance, muttering in small voices.

As soon as he saw it, he immediately took on an ostrich shape.

This made the eldest young master feel very unhappy.

"What kind of hero is talking behind his back, come here, say it again in front of Ben Shao. ”

The knife and fork of Daoming Temple slapped heavily on the table, attracting Cheng Han's sideways.

The maids were frightened, and moved their eyes for help to the talkative young master Hua.

Cheng Han looked confused, and said inexplicably: "Look at what I do, just tell Ah Si what I just discussed." ”

The maid closed her eyes as if she were dead, and shook into chaff.

"I'm sorry young grandma, it's the little ones who offended, I wish you and the young master happiness!"

Poof-

Cheng Han squirted out milk in one gulp, and the young grandmother on the other side was all over her face.

Young Grandma: "???"