The door of the room was banged several times before the man opened his bleary eyes.
Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that the door of the room was pushed open, and Yan Hao cautiously put out a head. "Young master, madam, wake you up."
"Well..." His voice was soft, he answered, and then turned to sleep.
The man was naked, and his broad and strong back was spread out on the fluffy gray sheet. Yan Hao's eyes straightened out and his face was full of embarrassment. He stuck it to the door and called twice.
"Young master, young master?"
This time he responded with a pillow that hit his foot in the air.
He didn't want to wake the man up, but the lady downstairs was still waiting, but she had to brave her head and walk carefully on the floor.
Went to the bedside, poked the man's shoulder with his finger, "young master, it's time to go downstairs for breakfast."
"Well..." Shan Rao's head was buried in the quilt, and a soft voice answered, "go out, I know."
Out?
If you go out and wait, you usually have to wait until noon to see people come out, which is not a pity for Yan Hao. When he was about to speak again, he was attracted by the flesh pink scar on the other side's waist, and his eyebrows slightly twisted, which showed that the scar healing was not ideal.
Then he bent down and gathered his face to the scar. "Young master, you look like a long pus. After dinner, I will accompany you to the hospital."
With that, he stretched out a finger and poked at the protruding abscess.
Just for a moment, a man's cry came from his ear.
Shan Rao felt the nerves on his back jumped twice. A layer of cold sweat peeled off from his body, and all his tiredness disappeared in an instant.
When Yan Hao reacts, the person has already bounced out of bed.
He couldn't dodge. He was kicked in the knee by the man who jumped up, and then his center of gravity was unstable, and he threw himself straight at the bed in front of him.
Unbiased, he just jumped up and fell on the bed again.
The cheek sticks to the other side's chest, feeling warm and hard.
"Little, young master..." Yan Hao's face was squeezed into a shape, and his voice was a little hoarse and trembling.
Shan Rao, who responded, supported the sheet with his elbow, raised his chest slightly, and looked coldly at the man in front of him.
It was nothing, but at this time, the door of the room was pushed open. Mrs. Shan stood at the door and saw this scene. The expression on her face suddenly became complicated.
In the mouth a "rao'er" only said half, the remaining half choked in the throat, not up and down.
The old man put one hand against the edge of the door. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, he instinctively took it back. He brought the door up with a bang and went downstairs without saying a word.
I didn't even have time to explain.
Hearing the old lady's voice, Yan Hao was so anxious that he got up and straightened up. He turned around and called out "madam.".
I didn't want to respond to him, but the door slammed.
Blinking his eyes twice, his face showed a little aggrieved. He turned back to see the man sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a coat. He asked nervously, "young master, did your wife misunderstand something?"
"Well, what do you think?" Shan Rao put on his clothes and went to the bathroom with his slippers.
"No, young master..." Yan Hao followed him. His eyes were red with anxiety. "Kuang Kuang" smashed the door of the toilet that had just been taken. "Young master, you have to explain it for me."
This time, the only response to him is the sound of the water in the bathroom.
After washing, Shan Rao went downstairs and went straight to the restaurant.
Sitting down at the table, he always felt that the eyes of the group of people were strange. He did not show any color. He just glanced at Yan Hao standing not far away, and then pretended to eat bread without noticing.
"Well, rao'er..." The single mother pursed her lips. First, she exchanged a look with her father. Then she put down the spoon of porridge in her hand and said with a smile, "in a moment, your little daughter of Uncle yuan's family will come to give your father a birthday present in advance. You can entertain us."
"Good."
Shan Rao Lian Mou should, the head also does not lift.
Shan Mu coughed twice and looked at Yan Hao again. There was no special emotion in her eyes. However, she could see that the man was trembling all over, and his heart was too weak.
"You have seen this little daughter of yuan family some time ago. Do you remember that?" Shan's mother raised her eyebrows and looked forward to smiling. Then she patted her husband on the shoulder. "It's the one you've made an appointment to play golf before, isn't it, old Shan?"
"Mm-hmm." As soon as a spoon of porridge was handed to his lips, his mother patted him on the shoulder and shook off half of it. He frowned and said, "Lao yuan's three daughters taught me well, especially this little girl..."
No one in this room said anything, just looking at the old couple. The meaning of the words is obvious.While drinking porridge, Shi ran stealthily smiles and kicks Shan Rao's leg under the table. Then he raises his eyebrows and waits to see the good play.
Shan Rao glanced at her angrily. Without saying anything, he looked up at Yan Hao, who was standing next to him, with a silly smile on his face.
Yan Hao was so shocked that he wanted to run away on the spot. Sure enough, the old couple noticed the man's eyes and did not speak any more. They followed his gaze and looked at the red faced man.
"Little, young master..." Yan Hao kept complaining in his heart and put his hand in front of his eyes. "Young master, why are you looking at me like this?"
"It's OK." Shan Rao ate two mouthfuls of bread and lost his appetite. He took the cold milk and handed it out. "Give me a cup of hot one."
When the other party gets amnesty and goes into the kitchen with milk, Shan Rao also pushes aside the chair under him, raises his feet to the direction of the living room, and at the same time asks, "when will miss yuan come? I have to go to the company and then to the hotel... "
The single mother heard the speech, followed by chase out, saw the man walk to the living room sofa side to lie down, posture comfortable opened the TV news to watch.
"I'll be here in a minute. You can go upstairs and change my clothes before you come down." She reached up and down and said, "what's this like?"
A white T-shirt, plush gray casual pants, wearing on a man, showing a bit loose casual, plus the hair is not taken care of, or just wake up, the look of disorderly pile on the head.
But the man did not seem to care, waved his hand and refused: "no change."
The old man's eyes and eyebrows were chilly. When he was about to speak again, the aunt who was cleaning the garden came to report that someone was visiting.
Shan's mother thought that it must be the little daughter of Yuan's family. She went over again, turned off the TV, and urged the man on the sofa, "get up, go and meet."
Shan Rao stood up in response to the voice, and then heard the aunt continue to explain: "it's not a miss of yuan family. She said that she came from Kyoto, surnamed song."
"Song Dynasty?" A man's step, eyes also followed a bit bright.
Single mother also hesitated, did not remember for a while, who is this Miss Song from Kyoto.
But Mr. Shan, who just came out of the restaurant, understood it all at once and planned to welcome him in person? I haven't seen you for many years. I have to meet... "
"Which song..." Single mother frowned, reached to the side to pat, but did not want to pat an empty.
"Ah..." She looked around for two times and saw Shi ran standing not far away. Then she pointed to the vacant seat beside her and asked, "what about the stinky boy?"
Shi ran sipped her lips and a faint smile, and motioned a look at the direction of the stairs behind her, "it's probably going upstairs to change clothes."
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