Wrapped in a blanket without a light boat, he sat on a beach chair and looked at his oil-stained black hands, the corners of his lips twitched, and he muttered to himself.

"D·R must be pasted! Just this group of violent freaks in this team, paste! Paste! Curse them for not winning the championship! Damn! ”

The butler sighed and said to him.

"Young master, don't twitch your hands first, wipe the oil off your hands first."

Don't tie the light boat obediently stretched out his hand to let the housekeeper wipe his hands, while continuing to grit his teeth!

"Oh, stinky woman! I don't believe in fairy tales anymore! It's all a lie! ”

He had just finished speaking through gritted teeth, and the butler began to sing while wiping his hands.

"You cried and said to me, fairy tales are all lies, I can't be your prince~ Maybe you won't understand, since you said you love me, my sky and stars have lit up~"

Untied boat: ......

Butler: Hehe

Not only did his hands twitch this time, but the corners of his lips twitched, and he said to the butler.

"Next time I invest, I will send you to participate in "I Am a Singer", don't come back if you can't win the championship!"

The housekeeper pouted and stopped singing.

- He began to recite poetry!

"But I can't play a song, quietly it's the parting sheng flute, and the summer worm is also silent for me~ Silence is tonight's Kangqiao~"

Accompanied by the sound of his poetry, there was a "click" of pinching and popping the water cup.

The butler didn't dare to speak at all this time.

Without tying a light boat, he flicked his wrist, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Tong Yaoyao, who was standing next to the motorboat by the river.

Again he did not believe in fairy tales.

"Butler, go back and burn all my fairy tale books!"

The butler glanced at the boat and nodded seriously, his eyes full of smiles.

I have to say that when I came to the place of Young Master Yun, the young master was obviously very happy, and even his IQ had decreased, and now he is like a child of a few years old.

It turns out that the young master has a bad temper, likes to stay alone, and is always gloomy.

The young master almost didn't talk to people when he was a child, which scared people to death, and when he grew up, he was actually silent, but in the face of a jungler father, he could say interesting sentences~

I have to say that the jungler dad is really the young master's pistachio.

But...... It's a pity......

The housekeeper's eyes slowly narrowed, looking at his young master's pampered hands.

The fine white hands are like fine porcelain, without the slightest flaw on them, and at a glance he is a pampered young master.

And Tong Yaoyao's hands, he has also seen them, obviously a young girl in the flower season, but there are calluses on her fingers and palms.

With such hands, such a family, such a birth, and an educational background that dropped out of school, none of them can be worthy of the young master.

And he was also entangled with Yun Zuofan.

You can't make a joke about uncles and nephews fighting for a woman.

Madame means that the young master is still young, just play casually, but if you want to look at the young master, you must not be tempted.

Even if Tong Yaoyao has the property of the Yun family, she will not be able to enter their house.

At that time, if the young master marries Tong Yaoyao, it will really become a joke in their circle, the young master is still young and ignorant, and the face of the master and his wife will not be able to get by.

Thinking of this, the butler whispered.

"Young master, how can there be love in a wealthy family."

He didn't want to listen to this, and it would be troublesome to listen, so he stopped making a sound, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

Planning planning, everything is planned.

Feelings too, so do careers.

Something too.

It's him, it's nothing.

That's why he envies Yun Zuofan, even if his mother dies and his father becomes like that, but he wants to go to the profession, he has freedom......

And he, within the scope of not being allowed, can only be a noble son.

Scold.