After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

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. Yan Hao carefully put out his head, "young master, madam told you to get up."

"Mmm..." his voice was soft. He answered and turned over to sleep again.

The man was naked, his broad and strong back spread out on the velvet gray sheet. Yan Hao's eyes straightened, his face full of embarrassment, and he shouted twice at the door.

"Young master, young master?"

This time he responded with a pillow that hit his feet in the air.

He didn't want to wake a man up, but the lady downstairs was still waiting, but he had to harden his head and step carefully on the floor.

He went to the bed and 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 another soft answer, "go out, I know."

get out?

When I go out and wait, I usually have to wait until noon to see people come out. It's not that Yan Hao hasn't eaten. When he was about to speak again, he was attracted by the flesh pink scar on the other party's waist. With a slight twist on his eyebrow, he saw that the healing of the scar was not ideal.

So he bent down and put his face to the scar, "young master, you seem to have pus here. I'll accompany you to the hospital after dinner."

Then he stretched out a finger and poked it on the raised small abscess.

Just then, a man's wail came from his ear.

Shan Rao felt that the nerves on his back jumped twice, a layer of cold sweat peeled off from his body, and all his fatigue dissipated in an instant.

When Yan Hao reacted, the man had bounced out of bed.

He couldn't dodge. The man who jumped up kicked him in the knee. Then his center of gravity was unstable, and the man jumped straight into the bed in front of him.

Unbiased, he threw the young master Shan who had just jumped up on the bed again.

The cheek sticks to each other's chest and feels warm and hard.

"Little, young master..." Yan Hao's face was squeezed out of shape, and his voice was a little hoarse and trembling.

The Shan Rao who responded supported the sheet with his elbow, slightly supported his chest, lowered his eyes and looked at the man in front of him indifferently.

It was nothing at all. 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 became complicated in an instant.

The word "rao'er" was only half said, and the remaining half choked in his throat.

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. "Bang" brought the door up 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 worried that he was blind that he finally broke free and stood up, straightened his waist, turned around and shouted "madam".

I didn't want to respond to him, but there was only the violent closing of the door.

His eyes blinked twice and his face showed some grievances. He turned back and saw the man sitting at the edge of the bed in his coat. He asked nervously: "young master, did your wife misunderstand anything?"

"Well, what do you think?" Shan Rao put on his clothes and stepped on his slippers to the direction of the bathroom.

"Don't, young master..." Yan Hao followed behind, his eyes red with anxiety. "Bang bang" smashed the door of the bathroom just taken, "young master, you have to explain for me."

This time, the only response was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Shan Rao went downstairs after washing and went straight to the restaurant.

When he sat down at the table, he always felt that the eyes of the group of people looked a little strange. He remained silent, only glanced at Yan Hao standing not far away, and then pretended to eat bread without noticing.

"Well, rao'er..." Shan's mother pursed her lips. She first exchanged eyes with Shan's father next to her. Then she put down the soup spoon for porridge and said with a smile: "later, your little daughter of Uncle yuan's family will come and give your father a birthday gift in advance. You can entertain us."

"OK."

Shan Rao collected his eyes and didn't lift his head.

Shan's mother coughed twice and looked at Yan Hao again. There was no special emotion in her eyes, but she still saw the man tremble and feel guilty.

"You've seen this little daughter of the yuan family some time ago. Do you remember?" Shan's mother picked the tip of her eyebrows and smiled expectantly. Then she patted her husband on the shoulder. "It was you who made an appointment to play golf together before, didn't you, Lao Shan?"

"Uh huh." Shan Fu just handed a spoonful of porridge to his lips. The mother patted him on the shoulder and shook off half of it. He frowned and replied, "the three daughters of old yuan taught well, especially the little daughter..."

All the people here did not say a word. They just looked at the old couple. The meaning of what they said was very obvious.

While drinking porridge, Shi ran secretly smiled, quietly kicked Shan Rao's leg under the table, then picked the tip of his eyebrow and waited quietly to see the proud appearance of the good play.

Shan Rao glanced at her angrily, then without saying anything, he looked up at Yan Hao standing next to him and smiled foolishly.

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 stopped talking. They looked at the red faced man along his eyes.

"Little, young master..." Yan Hao kept crying in his heart and stretched out his hand in front of him. "Young master, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing." After eating two mouthfuls of bread alone, he lost his appetite, picked up the cold milk at hand and handed it out, "change me a hot one."

When the other party got amnesty and took the milk into the kitchen, Shan Rao also pushed away the chair under him, got up, raised his feet to the direction of the living room, and asked, "when will miss yuan come? I have to go to the company and then to the hotel... "

Shan's mother heard the speech and ran after him. She saw the man go to the sofa in the living room and lie down. She turned on the TV news comfortably.

"I'll be there in a minute. You go upstairs, change your clothes, and then come down." She pointed up and down. "What does it look like?"

A white T-shirt and fluffy gray casual pants, worn on a man, show a bit of loose and casual. In addition, his hair is not taken care of. It still looks like a mess piled on his head when he just woke up.

But the man didn't seem to care. He waved his hand and refused, "no change."

The old man's eyebrows and eyes were cold. When he was about to speak again, the aunt who cleaned the garden came to report that someone had visited.

Shan's mother thought, it must be the little daughter of the yuan family, so she went over again, turned off the TV, and urged the man on the sofa, "get up and welcome."

Shan Rao stood up. At this time, he heard the aunt continue to explain: "it's not the miss of the yuan family. She said she came from Kyoto and her surname was song."

"Song?" The man walked and his eyes lit up.

Shan's mother also hesitated. For a moment, she didn't remember who this Miss Song from Kyoto was.

But Mr. Shan, who had just come out of the restaurant, suddenly understood and planned to welcome him in person, "is the daughter of Mr. Song's family coming? I haven't seen you for many years. I have to see you... "

"Which song..." Shan's mother frowned, stretched out her hand and patted next to her, but didn't want to shoot empty.

"Ah..." she looked around for two times. When she saw Shi ran standing not far away, she pointed to the empty seat next to her and asked, "where's the smelly boy?"

Shi ran pursed a faint smile at the corners of his lips and motioned a look in the direction of the stairs behind him, "it's probably going upstairs to change clothes."