So Xiao Yan watched Ah Zhao walk in front of him, and kept a distance of at least one meter from him very well.

The two went on a twilight walk of great purity.

Until he returned to the villa, Xiao Yan still hadn't figured out what Xu Zhao, a woman, was going to do.

After greeting Xiao Yan with a smile, Ah Zhao was about to go back to his room.

Caught off guard, he met the eyes of the butler standing in the corner.

Zhao: "......"

She always felt that there was something strange in the eyes of this gentleman butler.

"Is there anything going on, Mr. Butler?" Zhao asked.

The butler shook his head expressionlessly, he was a little surprised by Ah Zhao's sensitivity.

Zhao looked at him inexplicably, turned around and went back to his room.

It's night.

Xiao Yan sat by the window.

He didn't turn on the lights, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled open a little, and a little moonlight squeezed in, which did not bring much light to the room, but made the whole room look dark and gloomy.

Xiao Yan didn't care at all.

He had long been accustomed to this silence and darkness.

He likes to think in the silence of the night, which makes his thinking extremely quick and clear.

As for whether it will be scared?

When he was ten years old, after watching the white cat left by his mother being trampled to death in front of him by his half-brother, Xiao Yan had nightmares for half a month.

Half a month later, someone finally found out that something was wrong with him.

Many people know that the young master of the Xiao family has some mental problems, and even Xiao Yan himself thinks so.

What normal person would have such a weird habit? He doesn't like light, he hates the contact of others, he rejects anyone near him, and he doesn't expect anything from anything.

All his warmth and fear, the emotions that a normal person should have, were buried together with the death of the cat.

Xiao Yan remembered the woman he saw during the day.

The Xiao family didn't know that Xiao Yan's mother, the woman who died of emotional injury and depression, left a secret hand for her only son.

She originally wanted to protect her son from being liked by her biological father, but Xiao Yan did more with it.

The transaction between Xu Zhao and Zhao Li, Xiao Yan is very clear.

It was precisely because he knew everything that he didn't quite understand Ah Zhao's behavior during the day.

He obviously gave her such a good opportunity, what was she thinking?

Or does she have a bigger purpose?

The feeling of irritability in my heart came back to me.

Xiao Yan's eyes were cold: he especially didn't like this feeling of being out of control.

It's like being a perfectionist obsessive-compulsive person who sees something discordant.

He couldn't restrain the impatience and irritability in his heart, and wanted to make it disappear!

Xiao Yan closed his eyes hard, exhaled, and suppressed the tyranny rising from the bottom of his heart.

Let's go and see, he doesn't believe that Xu Zhao, that woman, can always hide the horse's feet so well.

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At the same time, the next room.

The warm yellow style is softly poured into the room.

Ah Zhao was wearing a beige loose pajamas, his long hair was scattered, and he sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a notebook in his left hand and recording something word by word in his right hand.

“…… Good routines and living habits. ”

"Well, to exercise ......"

"Guide him to communicate with the people around him slowly......"

In a place that ordinary people can't see, the white marshmallow system is flashing, humming and flipping through various materials for Ah Zhao's reference.

One person, one system, is full of enthusiasm to do the plan to transform the male protagonist.