Chapter 22: Thank You for Killing Her (3)
Lan Ruohao stood at the entrance of the hall like that, no longer moving forward, his hands lazily in his pockets, looking at all this with a smile.
For a year, he hasn't been back for a year, and a lot hasn't changed.
The housekeeper trotted happily upstairs, and only Hai Ruoxi was left in the living room looking at him dumbfounded.
Lan Ruohao's eyes were flat, and the corners of his mouth slightly pulled up a small arc.
"Why, was it a surprise to see me?"
Hai Ruoxi blinked innocently, she was indeed surprised to see him.
Even though he is a half-brother, she has indeed always liked such a capable younger brother who has been a brother to Ye Zhichen since he was a child.
Moreover, even if her father loves her no matter how much she cares, the Hai family can only be his after all, and if you have a good relationship with him, no matter what your future is, there will always be a reliable Hai family as a backer.
Hai Ruoxi instantly returned to the state of Sister Lin, stood up delicately on the sofa, her smile was simple and cute, and her voice was a little weak, "Ah Hao, you're back." ”
It's as kind as if he's a younger brother coming back from work.
Looking at her smile, it was obviously so big, obviously she was welcoming him home, why did Ye Zhichen feel disgusted involuntarily.
Hai Ruohao slowly smiled, and looked around the hall casually, "It seems that you have had a good life these days since I left." ”
Hai Ruoxi stroked her long hair, "Dad and I have been waiting for you to come back." ”
What an image of a good sister!
"Wait until I get back."
Lan Ruohao, who wanted to walk around the hall, turned her footsteps slightly, walked straight to Hai Ruoxi, looked at her condescendingly with a hint of stuttering in her eyes, and smiled sarcastically, "What are you going to do when I come back, isn't one eye enough, do you still want mine?" ”
"Presumptuous, what are you talking about?"
The suppressed voice was as loud as thunder in a box, dark and tinged with a hint of anger.
Hai Yidong was dressed in home clothes, clenched his cane and walked downstairs slowly, with a bit of reproach in his voice, "Ah Hao, it's rare for you to come here, how do you talk to your sister?!" ”
"Sister?" Lan Ruohao looked up at Hai Yidong, and her smile slowly faded, "My mother only gave birth to a younger sister named Lan Xianshu, as for my sister, who are you talking about?" ”
Hai Yidong lifted his gold-rimmed glasses, looked at his son who was already standing up slowly outside without relying on his support, he felt a little proud and a little apologetic, and his tone naturally softened, "Ah Hao, don't talk like this." ”
Don't talk like that?
Lan Ruohao sneered, "Also, Shu'er and I are just your tools, what qualifications do I have to stand here and talk to you like this!" ”
"You."
A slap sticks out.
"Sir." The housekeeper stood beside Hai Yidong, supported him who was already trembling to the point that he couldn't help himself, and turned his gaze to Lan Ruohao, "Young master, just say a few words, sir, his heart has not been good in the past two years." ”
Lan Ruohao took his hands out of his pockets and walked towards the sofa with steps, "I'm going to leave with just a few words when I come back today." ”
looked casual, as if he really came back to patrol, but the more evil smile on the corner of his mouth instantly broke his well-behavedness.
Hai Ruoxi followed behind Lan Ruohao, watching him slowly absorb his anger, and thought that he had thought it out and was ready to come back.
"Shu'er, she's back."