"No, then Gong Nanmu moved in, followed by me." He remembers very well that he had moved in when he was ten years old, and that he had been ten years old now. Gong Nanmu still laughs at the scene when he was picked up, like a frozen little milk cat, as if he had just been weaned. Gong Shu was about to kill him after hearing this, but he couldn't do it every time. There are too few people who know his background, and Gong Shu doesn't know what he was called before he had a name.

He was a rather intelligent half-breed, Chinese-British mixed-race, with black hair and blue eyes, and he was an unruly wild cat at the time, and he went through some twists and turns before he willingly followed his master. Later, he called Gong Shu.

"A few days ago, I learned how to write your name, and it turned out to be 'negligent'. Why is it called that? She had read several of Miyachi's documents, and his name was on them.

"The name chosen by the master means a hundred secrets and a sparse one." Be thorough and thorough, don't be careless. It's also a warning to him. At that time, the master was still a teenager, and now looking back, he doesn't seem to be much older, just like at the beginning, the peerless appearance.

It turns out that if I don't think about it, ten years have passed.

As he was talking, a thick and long laugh suddenly came from the oblique thorn, the voice was like his person, and she was a charming woman with quite charm. This is a Chinese woman, wearing an apricot-yellow cheongsam, still standing in such a cold day, only wrapped in a brown and buttery mink shawl. Between the day and the snow, her beauty is extremely striking.

Next to him, Gong Shu scolded in a low voice, "Xinde, why is this strange woman here?" Chu Li looked at Gong Shu's appearance, as if he was a little jealous.

The woman is the hallmark of the Oriental face, slender and beautiful, with a small cherry red mouth and fair skin. When I looked closer, I found that she was no longer so young, and the corners of her amorous Danfeng's eyes pulled out a few wrinkles. She is so well maintained that it is almost impossible to see.

In short, she is an extremely touching woman.

Gong Shu reluctantly introduced, "She is Mrs. Sinder, and her husband's family is the Count of Sinder of Switzerland." ”

Chu Li didn't know what to call her, and called her "Mrs. Sind" with the palace. The woman walked into the pavilion and scolded the rain and snow of the recent days, "What are you doing outside on such a cold day today?" ”

Gong Shu frowned, "We want you to be able to manage it, what's the matter?" After he finished speaking, he made up for it, "If it's cold, the palatial heating in your house is non-stop, don't you just go in?" We didn't invite you over. ”

"Okay, you little cub, I haven't seen this for a few days." Gong Shu still wanted to raise the bar, but was blocked by this woman's words, "It seems that Gong Chiruo is not disciplined enough." ”

Gong Shu naturally stopped when he heard his master's name, and he dared not speak out. Mrs. Hind looked at Lan Qingchuan at this time, even when she was talking to her just now, the corner of her eyes never left Gong Chuli.

"Where did you find such a girl, she looks a little familiar." Her eyebrows are naturally moonless and affectionate, and the tips of her eyebrows are slightly raised when she smiles, which is particularly gorgeous, like the noble wife of the Republic of China in the old pictorial.

Gong Shu frowned and interrupted her, "She's not in good health, so she can't blow the cold wind for too long." We have just come from the south, and the climate is very different, so you can't catch a cold. This sentence has the meaning of cutting off the words, and Cinder has not experienced anything in the past forty years, so he naturally heard the meaning of his words.

"Alright then, let's go inside and talk." She changed the subject, and the guess in her heart was a little more affirmed. This girl, there is definitely a problem. There was nothing in her eyes, as blank and clean as if they had been stripped of their memories.