Miss please be responsible for me

Chapter 60

After that night, Xu Siyu disappeared. I don't know how she is now, whether she is okay, whether she is in a good mood.

Thinking of this, Dirs looked at Roy in the passenger seat, "Is there any news about Balk in China?"

Roy was taken aback for ten seconds to react.

Ok!

He wasn't as quick as Balk's, and it was difficult for people to react immediately when Dirs suddenly said something.

"Before I got off the plane, I sent him an email, and he told me that he didn't have it for the time being."

"Three days."

Roy blinked, "..."

What three days?
"If there is no news of her in three days, let Balke find a grave by himself." Dirs looked out of the window, the night neon reflected on his face, obviously his facial features were impeccably exquisite, what he revealed at this time A chilling coldness.

Roy nodded, "..."

A moment of silence for Balck continues.

Letting you not tell Dirs the truth is completely self-defeating now.

Dirs was in a bad mood and no one dared to speak, so the whole car continued to have low air pressure.

Passing the Jacob Hotel in Rome, Dirs suddenly saw a girl standing in front of a window.

The reason why he saw her was because the girl was wearing a white skirt, which swayed back and forth under the baptism of the evening wind, her long black hair fluttered with the wind, she looked like a fairy, Dirs felt that she At any moment it may grow wings and fly to heaven.

And her face...

Dirs was taken aback for a moment.

Xu Siyu? ? ?

"Stop!" Dirs ordered immediately.

The driver stopped quickly.

By the time Dirs got off the car, the girl was gone from the hotel's row of balconies facing the street.

The golden lights were shining brightly, and it was so silent as if this person had never appeared.

"Boss, what did you see?" Roy sat in the car and looked around.

Dirs glanced at Roy coldly, and sat back in the car in silence.

Maybe it was because he was too worried about Xu Siyu that he had an illusion in this place.

Xu Siyu should be in China now, how could he be in Italy? ?

And how could it happen to be in Rome?
The car drove for 15 minutes, and soon arrived at the manor where Dirs lived.

"Boss!" A group of men in black stood respectfully at the door to welcome Dirs.

Dirs glanced at everyone coldly, and was about to enter the house, when suddenly at the corner of the manor, a black Ferrari turned on its high beams.

Because of the night, and the fact that the Ferrari's body was matte black, it wasn't easy to spot.

Seeing the dazzling lights, Dirs frowned, and was about to destroy the car.

Butler Ralph quickly explained, "Boss, this is Mr. Blaise's car. He came to your manor this afternoon to wait, and has been waiting until now."

Dirs has a habit.

As long as he is not in his home, no one can enter his home at will, otherwise Master Dirs will become very unhappy.

Even Blaze has no such exception.

Therefore, when someone received Balk's call, he waited at Dirs' door very early.

Dills gave Blaise a cold look, then stepped into the room.

Blaise, "..."

Is this the rhythm that his son hates? ?
Speechlessly touching his nose, Blaise followed Dirs footsteps into the house in a dejected manner.

"Mr. Blaise, your water!" The maid handed Blaze a glass of ice water.

Seeing the water in the white porcelain, Blaise really wanted to cry.

He had never been so thirsty for water in his life. Today, after waiting for an afternoon at Dirs' manor, he was hungry, tired and thirsty.

Now that he can finally drink a glass of water, Blaise suddenly feels very happy.

Dirs took a shower first, and when he came out, Blaise was still obediently sitting on the sofa, happily eating the small cake brought by the maid.

The purple eyes glanced at his father's voracious eating, and Dirs sat gracefully on the sofa, wiping his golden hair with a towel, "If it's for the Finsen family, please go back."

The spoon in Blaise's hand stopped, and he looked up at Dirs, "Why?"

Dirs' face turned cold in an instant, with a naked threat written all over his face, "..."

It was only then that Blaise remembered the phone call Balk had made to him yesterday, and laughed, "Tils, we father and son rarely see each other, don't we? Since you took over RC's affairs, you have moved out, Daddy, I want to see you It’s hard on one side.”

Dirs still brushed his hair by himself, "..."

A whole lot of crap.

He goes home every month.

It's because you're not there every time, making it sound like he's unfeeling.

"You have been very indifferent since you were a child. Your mother always told me that you don't know who you look like. Your mother and I are more lively people, especially your mother. You can talk, and you have a lot of friends. But your son is not like us at all. Who was your mother joking at that time, I feel like you are our child. If your face looks very similar to mine Like, she wondered if it was wrong."

Dirs continued to rub his hair, "..."

Although Dirs' father and mother are very cheerful, but Dirs' grandfather is a serious old man, very close to Dirs personality.

"Later, you rescued a little girl in the woods and got along very well with her. Your mommy was also relieved a lot."

Dirs, "..."

It's not that he gets along well with her, it's that she always pesters herself.

And that girl was Lena Finsen.

"Your mommy always said that it would be great if the two of you can really be together. This may change your personality. In fact, I also hope that your personality can be as cheerful as your good friends. I am a daddy. I'm very worried about you."

After wiping his hair, Dirs drank tea gracefully, "..."

"Then your mommy died of illness that year, and I worried about you even more. I was worried that your character would become more silent because of your mommy's death. So I have been paying attention to your personality all these years, but you But the child doesn't listen to me at all. I've aged a lot for you these years." Sighing, Blaise pretended to touch his wrinkle-free face.

Blaise is well maintained, and there are basically no wrinkles on his face.

Dirs didn't even bother to look at it. His father's bitter scenes have been a set of lines for the past few years, and he can recite them on his toes.

Blaise continued to recite his lines, "In the past few years, I feel old, and I suddenly feel a little tired. I don't know if I can be with you for a few more years."

Dirs lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, "..."

(End of this chapter)