Han Jifeng's luxurious private villa, huge indoor swimming pool.

Twenty servants, dressed in uniform white attire, stood neatly on the edge of the pool, each with a tray in his hand, with food, such as fruits, wine, and desserts, as well as towels and clothes, waiting to serve their master.

On the edge of the pool, Han Jifeng leaned on the recliner, his eyes closed, his bronzed face was always angular and cold, his arrogant eyebrows were raised, and there was a cold aura around him. He was wearing only a pair of boxer panties, and his front was bulging, like a small dome, which made people see it, and he couldn't help but have a swelling blood and slender legs comfortably overlapping.

Next to him, there was a small two-size recliner, Han Chenhao maintained the same posture as his cousin Han Jifeng, his black hair was wet with water, and it was a little curly, and his face was so tender that he could pinch out the water at any time.

The Han family's exclusive private masseuse is dutifully massaging these two masters.

After a while, Han Chenhao opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the servant, the servant with the fruit immediately walked up, bowed to him, and then half-squatted in front of him, forked the cut fruit with a small fork, and handed it to his mouth, he opened his mouth and bit the fruit, and licked his pink lips with his tongue, which was a tempting sight.

"I still want that." He pointed to the snake fruit that had been flown in from the United States, and finally got his wish to live in his cousin's villa, he was in a good mood, and his taste was much better.

"Little master, sir's video." He was having a good meal, his personal bodyguard came over with the most advanced computer, Han Chenhao hurriedly put down the fruit in his hand, sat up, and the bodyguard put the computer in front of him-

"Are you okay?" At the end of the video, there was a voice full of magnetism and warmth like water, and I saw a gentle man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting in the study, wearing a luxurious and low-key watch on his wrist, and looking at the little boy in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

"Very good, my brother picked me up and brought me to his house." Han Chenhao pointed to the cold man on the side, he followed Han Chenhao's hand and looked over, Han Jifeng didn't need to open his eyes to know whose video it was, he symbolically raised his hand to say hello.

The man returned his gaze to Han Chenhao's body-

"Have you chosen a school? Which one do you want to go to? ”

Han Chenhao tilted his head and thought for a while, and replied, "I'm still thinking about it, anyway, I'm not in a hurry, there are still three months to go before I leave school, I want to accompany my brother for a while." "With his IQ and experience, he doesn't have to go to school at all, but since his father wants him to go to school, he will.

"Okay, just think about it yourself." As he spoke, he half-clenched his hands into fists, put them to his lips and coughed lightly.

"You have a cold?" When Han Chenhao saw it, his little face immediately wrinkled, and he asked nervously, "Has Alex been here?" What did he say? Is it serious? ”

The man's smile was like a thousand suns, and he said indifferently, "Small things, don't let Alex run away." ”

When Han Chenhao heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, like an adult, "Then what's going on?" I must let him come, I will send him a text message later, let him come right away, I am not with you, you must take care of your body. What's going on with Aunt Kim Jimi? It will make you catch a cold! ”

"Okay, I promise you, I'll be fine tomorrow morning, don't blame anyone else."

"I'll have to have a video conference with the maids at home later." Han Chenhao is like a worried adult, and after returning to China, he is always thinking about his home in the United States. He has always felt that he is the person he cares about in the world, and the two of them have been dependent on each other all these years, and he must take care of him.

"Alright, thank you, Mr. Han." When the man looked at him, he always smiled in his eyes, "Have you seen grandpa since you came back?" ”

Han Chenhao shook his head, "Not yet, but I called him before I got on the plane, I will go in a few days, don't worry, I won't get into trouble here." ”

Han Jifeng listened, opened his eyes, and glanced at his little cousin with that sharp look, won't he get into trouble here? As soon as he came back, he made an earth-shattering commotion, so scared that the airline and the police almost knelt on the ground and called him grandpa.

"Alright, Detective Sherlock is here, I'll hang up first." Over there, the man waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here, bye." Han Chenhao also waved his hand, and after hanging up the phone, this little Mr. Han immediately held a meeting of servants in an American villa.

Hundreds of servants stood neatly in the living room, and Han Chenhao lectured them on the Chinese side, each of them had a very deferential expression on their faces, and they regarded the words of this eight-year-old young master as holy decrees.

As soon as the meeting ended, Han Jifeng's butler stepped forward, bent down towards the two, bowed, and said-

"The eldest young master, the little young master, the master has called, I want you two to come over for dinner tonight, and he wants to wash the dust and catch the wind for the little young master."

When Han Chenhao heard this, his thick black and good-looking eyebrows immediately wrinkled, "Can you not go?" "He just came back, but he doesn't want to go to his grandfather so soon to listen to the truth.

"This ......" The housekeeper glanced at Han Jifeng in embarrassment.

Han Jifeng finally opened his eyes, and the maid on the side immediately stepped forward with a bath towel, he stood up, took the bath towel, and tied a knot around his waist at will.

"Brother, why don't you tell grandpa that you want to have a meeting, and I'll go to a meeting with you?" Han Chenhao began to hit Han Jifeng again.

"Butler, you go and reply, we will show up on time." Han Jifeng said lightly while wiping the drops of water from his hair.

"Hey......" Han Chenhao stood up and chased after him in a little panties, "Brother, I don't want to go, I don't want to, let's change the time......" He began to be coquettish again, and the maid who saw him looked like this, his heart had already melted, and he instantly became a fan of this little master, who would bear to refuse if he looked so handsome and cute, but Han Jifeng was unmoved, and his expression maintained a condensed arc from beginning to end.

Ay! Only in front of Han Jifeng will he show the side of this "weak" child, even in the face of his father, he always has the tone and expression of a little adult, helplessly, he doesn't buy his "weakness" at all!

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Blessing Garden.

Han Jifeng's car stopped at the red gate, and the servants immediately stepped forward, opened the gate, and the car slowly drove into the courtyard.

The car door opened, and Han Jifeng and Han Chenhao got out of the car one after the other.

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