He Zichen raised his fat hand and motioned for the housekeeper to follow him, while he slowly approached the door of the room, and then put his ear to the door.

I can't hear any movement, could it be that He Yan has been stolen by thieves?

Astound.

Pan Tao rubbed her hands together, feeling that it was time to play her part to save He Yan and defend the peace.

He swallowed, turned his head and motioned to the old butler to look for the key to the lounge.

The old housekeeper understood, and hurriedly went downstairs to find the master key, while muttering whether to invite the outside bodyguards to come in.

He Zichen waved his hand, indicating that everything was under his control and there was no need for bodyguards to intervene.

He took the key handed over by the old butler and took a deep breath.

If you don't succeed, you will be a benevolent!

Key...... Why can't I plug it in.

Butler: "Little master...... Plug it upside down. ”

The corners of He Zichen's mouth twitched, his small mouth pursed, and he pulled out the key seriously, "I know." ”

He reinserted the key and turned it slightly, and the lock opened.

"Little master, be careful." The old butler reminded in the back.

He Zichen closed his eyes, put one hand behind his back, looked steady, and suddenly pushed the door open.

The old housekeeper was about to probe over immediately, but He Zichen only glanced at it, and then closed the door again.

"Little ...... Little master? ”

He Zichen turned his head, his expression stiffened, and his mind recalled the picture he had seen just now.

！！！

……

in the room

He Yan and Sang Zi hugged the quilt, their arms exposed, and stared in the direction of the door for a moment.

Three minutes ago, they sensed movement outside at the same time, opened their eyes in a trance, and then saw each other around them.

He Yan stared at his eyes with a shocked expression, and Sang Zi smacked his lips, indicating that he was expected.

However, the door would open in the next moment, and neither of them expected it.

"Why are you here?" As soon as the door closed, He Yan glanced at Sang Zi with an indescribable expression.

Sang Zi glanced at him, "The lines are not different from what I imagined at all, it's not interesting." ”

She opened her mouth and lay down straight down, retracting into the covers.

"You'd better go out and explain to Pan Tao first, otherwise it's a big deal."

He Yan sat at the head of the bed, his soul and body had not yet coincided, he tried to recall the picture of last night, and his memory only stayed at the second when he collapsed with a headache.

When he opened his eyes, Sang Zi was lying beside him in a bathrobe, and he himself was naked.

He also wanted to pull Sang Zi up to confront him, but when he turned his head, Sang Zi's eyes were dark and blue, and his breathing was even after a while.

What did he do last night?

He's worldview is a bit like an earthquake is happening, and the infrastructure is collapsing little by little.

He got out of bed with a tangled face, made sure that Sang Zi closed his eyes, and then hurriedly went to the closet to get clothes and put them on.

I washed hastily, and I was still confused when I looked in the mirror.

He must have no memory after the onset of the disease, and he wouldn't have done indescribable things with Sang Zi last night?

A handful of cold water was poured on his face, he could barely wake up, and his eyes suddenly glanced at it and fell into the bath inside.

The water in the bath has not yet been released, and there is water all around, so you can imagine how intense the situation was at that time.

He Yan stood on the edge of the bath for a while, feeling that his head hurt even more, and his brain was buzzing when he went out.

Sang Zi was still sleeping on the bed, and there was no movement at all.

He Yan went out in a complicated mood, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw He Zichen sitting outside.

One big and one small look at each other.

"He Yan, I think you have to explain."

The little guy's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide the gossip in his eyes even if he tried to suppress it.

He Yan inhaled secretly, keeping no expression on his face, trying to end the problem with a cold treatment.

He straightened his clothes and prepared to go downstairs, but as soon as he left the room, he was stunned.

The main house, which was supposed to be quiet, was crowded downstairs, with all kinds of breakfast on the table from beginning to end, and the old housekeeper shouting on the walkie-talkie below, and everyone ran forward.

He Yan's forehead jumped for a moment, and he turned his head to look at He Zichen, "What do you want to do?" ”

He Zichen put his hands behind his back and straightened his little bow tie, "This is the first breakfast after my mother officially cooked our family, we have to give her enough sense of ceremony, and we can't make her feel that we don't value her." ”

He Yan: "......"

He was about to educate the little one, and the hand was already caught by the little one.

He Zichen spoke earnestly, patted He Yan's hand and said: "He Yan, you have a snack, it's too difficult to find a little mother, in this situation in our family, normal people will not be willing to marry in." ”

Burst!

He Yan felt a knife plunge straight into his chest, blood spilling out.

"Stop!!"

His voice echoed through the villa.

Everyone downstairs looked up, and the villa was still for a moment, but the next second it was back to order, and the old housekeeper specially turned up the sound of the walkie-talkie, so as not to interrupt them when He Yan spoke again.

He Yan stood above, his face shocked, turned his head to look at He Zichen, and the little guy smiled smugly at him.

"I don't think your clothes fit, go back to your room and change one, and in a while my mother should get up."

He Yan's face was black, and he was almost about to run away on the spot.

He doesn't want to see Sang Zi at all now, that broken girl must have nothing good to say, they don't know what happened last night, and he can't straighten her back when he scolds her.

The whole villa was busy, so he could only go back to the study first, thinking about whether to just run away, but found that there were people guarding the upstairs and downstairs.

！！！

He paced back and forth in his bedroom, thinking about the conversation after seeing Sang Zi later, and he definitely couldn't lose the slightest aura.

An hour later, there was movement outside.

He Yan turned around with a spirit, and forgot the opening sentence that had just been typed.

He wanted to think about one more, but the knock on the door outside was already raining down.

The door was opened, and the old butler stood in the doorway.

"Sir, the little master asked you to hurry down and prepare to meet Miss Sang."

He Yan: "...... What about him? ”

"The little master said that he would personally go to welcome Miss Sang out of the room."

He Yan: "......"

He took a breath, prepared for a tough fight, and walked downstairs with a hard head.

There was a table full of breakfasts, and he didn't know how the butler had managed to get them together in a short period of time, and he wondered which breakfast shop he had brought back.

There was a knock on the door from upstairs, and the sound of footsteps slowly went down.

Mr. He invisibly straightened his back and put a napkin on his face expressionlessly.

Sang Zi could feel the tense air pressure around him when she stood upstairs, she tongued her back molars, and a playful light flashed in her eyes, so she said hello before she went downstairs.

"Good morning, Mr. He."

He Yan paused, frowned, and glanced up at her, "Hmm." ”

Hehe, give me a cold pretend, right?

Sang Zichen carried He Zichen downstairs, and the little guy personally pulled a chair for her, "Mom, what do you want to eat?" ”

Sang Zi put his hands on his cheeks and poked his head in the direction of He Yan, "What did Mr. He eat?" ”

He Yan had a cold face, "Porridge." ”

Sang Zi's tone stretched out "oh", "Then I want porridge too, is it convenient for Mr. He to share half of me?" ”

He Yan gritted his teeth, "No, ......"

Before he finished speaking, He Zichen suddenly leaned over, took the porridge he had just eaten and brought it to the bowl, and put it directly in front of Sang Zi.

"It's convenient and convenient, everything in this house will have your share in the future." The little guy patted his chest.

Sang Zi felt comforted, took the spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl, but his eyes glanced in the direction of He Yan.

He Yan was like sitting on pins and needles, he felt that Sang Zi looked at him strangely, and his mouth moved too slowly when eating porridge, and he was suspected of deliberately teasing him.

"Mr. He, can I still stay here tonight?" Sang Zi suddenly asked.

He Yan had a big alarm bell in his head, he held the knife and fork, and countless excuses flashed in his mind for a moment, but none of them were practical.

Just throw the little broken girl out hard!

That's right, be tough.

He Yan took a deep breath, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and his eyes looked at Sang Zi solemnly, "I was wrong!" ”

Sang Zi: ???

He Yan: "......"

Rub, mouth scooped.

He blinked expressionlessly, trying to get the deathly silence to pass as quickly as possible, but the entire hall was watching him.

Sang Zi smiled, holding her cheek with one hand, and stirring the porridge in the bowl with the other hand, she muttered for a moment, "It's okay." ”

He Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Sang Zi continued: "I volunteered last night! ”

He Yan spat out a mouthful of blood.