Xia Jinghuai is the illegitimate son of the Chu family.

But he knew that he was not actually a child of the Chu family, and his mother entered the Chu family smoothly with a white wolf with empty gloves.

Growing up, he didn't know who his father was.

And the naïve and stupid mother dreams of a noblewoman every day.

The Chu family can be described as a behemoth in the business world, and they are at the top of the capital.

Chu Mansion is located in a prime location in the center of the city, where every grass and tree is extremely valuable, with a European and American appearance, white wood fences, pointed maroon roofs, white stucco walls and light red roof tiles.

Xia Jinghuai's mother took him into the room.

Xia Jinghuai timidly hid behind the woman, his pale fingers tightly grasped the corners of the woman's clothes, and the floor was solid wood with a beautiful texture, which was smooth enough to illuminate his face.

Xia Zihan is very beautiful, otherwise he would not have climbed into the bed of the person in charge of the Chu family.

Wearing EOSLA's new limited edition skirt, she has a slender waist and a slender neck, and holds hundreds of thousands of brand-name bags in her hands.

Quiet as delicate flowers reflecting water, moving like weak willows blowing in the wind.

She was almost thirty years old, but she was still as delicate as a girl.

Faced with the unfamiliar environment, Xia Jinghuai was very uneasy, so he could only follow closely behind Xia Zihan, his little short legs trembling.

After a while, I finally saw my titular father.

The man was well maintained, with a hard face, elegant eyebrows and eyes, and he looked like a polite gentleman, with traces of time in the corners of his eyes.

Sit on the couch with your legs folded and a book on your lap.

Chu Ye doesn't seem to pay much attention to this mother and son, he has always been the one who is in the upper position, the one in control, he just raised his eyes casually and glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze.

That cold gaze wasn't even on Xia Jinghuai.

Obviously, Xia Zihan has never seen this situation, she was originally a person living at the bottom of society, and she was at a loss in the face of the splendid villa.

Coupled with the man's lukewarm attitude, Xia Zihan was even more ashamed.

The gap is just too big.

No one knew why the ruler of the Chu family would marry this good-for-nothing woman, not even Xia Zihan himself.

The staircase is a revolving one, with a glittering chandelier hanging in the middle, and it is very long, hanging from the top floor below, like a waterfall dotted with diamonds.

A slender figure descended the stairs.

It is a teenager, with eyebrows like ink drawings, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and indifference between his eyebrows and eyes.

Dressed in an ordinary white white shirt, he came to Chu Ye's side, standing straight, with a pair of black eyes that were cold and cold, without the slightest emotion.

Xia Jinghuai, who was hiding behind the woman, secretly revealed half of his face and looked quietly.

Chu Ye turned the page indifferently, seemingly indifferent, but with a coldness: "What about Chu Yu,"

Xing Zhuo lowered his head, his voice was as cold as the tinkling of spring water, and the breeze blew through the forest, "I called, but she didn't respond." ”

Chu Ye closed the book lightly, obviously not saying anything, but the sense of oppression exuded was terrifying.

The elegant and easy-going eyebrows sank silently.

No one in the living room dared to speak, Xia Jinghuai was not bold, he retracted a little frightened, and tightened the corners of his clothes.

Chu Ye's face was impermanent, he beckoned to Xia Zihan, Xia Zihan immediately walked over, and the boy stumbled behind.

He looked elegant and polite, but in fact, his eyes were extremely cold, "This is Xing Zhuo, my adopted son." ”

Xing Zhuo's eyebrows were indifferent, "Aunt Xia." ”

Xia Zihan showed a decent and dignified smile, pulled out the boy hiding behind him, and the sharp nails pinched into the flesh of the white and tender arms, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he endured it obediently without making a sound.

When Xia Zihan said that he should call this indifferent-looking young brother, he also called out obediently: "Brother." ”

The milky boy has a well-carved face, and his little face is white and tender like a white rose.

But the young man just glanced at him faintly from the corner of his eye, and did not respond.

Xing Zhuo's attitude was very cold, and he didn't even have a straight eye, obviously he didn't take the mother and son in his eyes.

Xia Zihan maintained a dignified smile on the surface, and secretly tightened the fingers that pinched the boy's wrist.

- Oooo

There was a sound of footsteps at the staircase.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

A slender and thin figure slowly walked down.

is a very beautiful person.

It's a 'teenager'

She looked young, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years old, but she looked as if she had been carved out of white jade.

She wears a plain black turtleneck sweater with thin shoulders that outlines the best looking line shape.

The skin under the cold light is almost sickly pale, the forehead hair is naturally drooping, the tail eyelashes are raised, the tail of the eyes is slightly raised, and the eyes are indifferent and affectionate.

He looked condescendingly at the people below, looking bored and indifferent.

Chu Ye, who had always been lukewarm, looked down when he saw the people on the stairs, and his expression was fierce, "Chu Yu, you are really becoming more and more unruly." ”

Chu Yu looked at the scene in the living room coldly, his eyes were extremely cold, and he went down the last staircase, and finally got bored.

"So, this is the person you brought back, Dad, why is your vision getting worse and worse?"

Her voice was clear, with a little hoarseness, as if a feather swept through her heart, numb.

Even if it's a mockery, it's all on top.

The 'boy' was very young, and there was an innate arrogance in her that made it easy for her to distinguish herself from the rest of the world.

In ancient times, the nobles of heaven were nothing more than that.

Xia Zihan had a blush of shame on his face, his eyes dodged, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and had no way to look directly at that beautiful and excessive face.

The strength of his hands couldn't help but increase, and his nails dug into the boy's flesh.

Because of the stinging Xia Jinghuai came back to his senses, he withdrew his gaze, looked up and saw his mother with her head down, her distorted and hideous face, where could he still see the beauty and moving just now.

Chu Ye just frowned, and said lightly: "It's not polite." ”

Xia Zihan raised his head, with a soft and gentle smile on his face, forcibly pushed out the boy who was hiding behind him again, and said almost flatteringly: "Jinghuai, hurry up and call my brother." ”

is eager, like a disgusting stray dog.

The boy raised his head, his clear and clean eyes were like childishness, his voice was very soft, and he unconsciously had a coquettish meaning, and his ears were red at the tips, "Brother." ”

The boy who had been slightly raising his chin seemed to notice the boy at this time, and stared down at him, revealing a snow-white and delicate skin like a fine mutton fat jade.

His eyes were dark, and his tails were raised, and he looked at him as if he were looking at a lump of mud on the ground.