However, Ian seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped talking, and returned to the indifferent appearance of love before.

The old butler didn't say anything about this sudden change, and seemed to be used to it.

Soon they were back at the villa, and Minster was already sitting in the living room waiting for them.

The moment the butler saw Minster, he wondered how the Duke could suddenly come back so early.

Ian glanced back at the old butler, just to signal him not to talk nonsense.

The old butler nodded quietly, he had taken care of Ian for so long, so he naturally knew what their young master meant.

However, the Duke was not so easy to fool, and the old butler had to follow Ian tremblingly.

Ian walked over with a blank face, like an emotionless marionette.

Minster seems to have gotten used to the way father and son get along, and doesn't care about Ian's attitude towards him.

"Got out today?"

Minster asked.

Ian nodded.

"What have you been doing all this time?"

The old butler was stunned, and finally asked what he was most afraid of.

But Ian said to Minster very calmly: "Recently, I am going to draw a picture for my mother, and when the time comes, I can let my father see it." ”

In fact, Minster did not like to be mentioned to him about his deceased wife, which would have tormented him internally.

But given that it was his own son who was now mentioning this, he naturally couldn't say anything.

Ian sat beside Minster obediently, not noisy or noisy, very quiet.

But Minster misses his former cheerful son a little, even the same Ian who was angry with him in the first place.

Ian seemed respectful and polite to him now, but his heart was too far away.

Thinking of this, Minster suddenly felt a little sad, this feeling was very bad, at least for a moment he felt a little suffocated.

"So what are you going to do today?"

Minster asked.

The butler looked at Ian, and he wanted to see the little master's reaction.

I saw that Ian was as good as a stream, and he lied directly without blinking.

"I went out for a walk, the streets of Rome were very lively, but unfortunately I could only look in the car."

Minster heard that Ian had actually entered the city, and ran to the most prosperous place, and subconsciously glanced at the butler.

The butler then lowered his head, not daring to look at Minster.

Ian naturally saw the movements of these two people, so he said: "Don't blame Mr. Pol, I am going to go by myself, my father should know that as long as I have made up my mind, no one can stop me." What's more, I didn't get into trouble, no one recognized me, and no one knew my identity, so I think my father should be relieved. ”

Minster didn't expect Ian to be so cautious about things without revealing a trace, but the more this happened, the more he felt that something was wrong, because usually his son didn't bother to say a word about him.

There are so many unprecedented explanations today, it is difficult for him not to doubt it.

No matter how smart Ian is, he is only a few years old, and he can't play with his old man.

After Ian finished his tirade, he also regretted a little, he shouldn't have said so much, it seemed that he should have remained silent as before.

It's just that the words have already been said, and there is no need to go back in the circle, you can only see the moves.

Father and son didn't say a word at the dinner table, and Minster wanted to stay with Ian and wait for him to fall asleep before leaving.

But the little one's eyes were dark, and he said to him seriously and indifferently: "Father, I have grown up, and I hope you can give me a limited environment to grow freely." ”

This sentence directly prepared to tell Ian a story to coax him to sleep, Minster persuaded him to quit.

So he patted Ian on the shoulder and said, "Daddy won't leave tonight, you can call Daddy if you have anything." ”

Ian was surprised, "Father is going to stay here tonight?" ”

Minster smiled gently, "Yes, are you happy?" ”

Ian didn't give any face, just got into the quilt and muttered, "I'm going to sleep." ”

Minster shook his head helplessly, turned off the lights for Ian, and went out.

As soon as Minster went out, Ian bared his little head and pricked up his ears to listen for the movement outside the door.

Hearing footsteps getting farther and farther away, he hurried out of bed and took out the storybook in his small bag.

It was given to him by wheat, it was a Chinese mythological story, he liked it at a glance, the girl of wheat was like a ghost elf, and when she saw that Ian liked it, she generously gave it to Ian.

Ian took out his little flashlight, looked at the closed door, turned on the weakest light of the flashlight, and began to flip through the storybook.

He missed the days at Zhang Mo'er's house a little, because Zhang Mo'er was responsible for telling him stories at that time, so he didn't have to watch it so hard by himself.

However, during this time, he taught himself pinyin, and the simple content can still be understood.

Ian watched with relish, and when he fell asleep, he didn't know.

Later, Minster entered Ian's room again, and heard the child's slight breathing, holding a book in one hand and a flashlight in the other, which had fallen to the floor.

Minster picked up the flashlight, then gently pulled the book out of Ian's arms.

One look, Huaxia language?

In the past, when his wife was alive, because of his identity, he rarely spoke Huaxia, so he confirmed that his son should not know Huaxia, but now when he saw his son holding Huaxiaguo's book and reading, he had a strange feeling in his heart, which was difficult to express in words.

His mind was full of his wife for a moment, and he pressed his temples in pain, put the book on Ian's bedside, and without much suspicion, went out.

The moment the door closed, Ian opened his eyes, and he woke up when Minster entered.

This child has a heavy mind and sleeps very lightly.

He patted his chest with his little hand in horror, fortunately his mother was Chinese, otherwise he would have been exposed.

Ian suddenly looked out the window, faintly saw a few stars, and muttered, "Mom, are you looking at me from the sky?" I recently learned Huaxia Chinese, and I can tell stories to my mother in the future, and my mother must remember to listen to Ian's stories in Ian's dreams! ”

With that, Ian smiled like a child, and then fell asleep.

The next day, Minster was still in the living room, and when Ian saw him, he was in a bad mood.

Minster knew that he was disgusted by his own son, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Wake up, let's go have breakfast."

Ian could only sit honestly at the dinner table, take a sip of milk, and glance at Minster, who was reading the newspaper.

"Father."

Ian spoke up.

"Huh?"

Minster looked up at Ian.

Ian asked childishly, "Father, have you been idle lately?" ”

At his son's question, Minster choked suddenly.

"You think I'm idle?"

Minster asked rhetorically.