Avenue Of Rebirth

[Five-five kinds of shapes in the shape of an eighteen. 】

Su An, who was "homed", and Bjork and Han Jiabi, who were "generally left to eat with their lovely children," sat at the table, facing each other and silently enjoying a table of food.

"Yellow Butler, don't stand, sit down and eat together." Su An saw the old butler standing beside them standing smilingly and said quickly.

"So what's the matter, there's no way for the host to have dinner," the old housekeeper quickly waved his hand. "They are delicious."

"It's no matter what age it is, and it's divided into masters. Since it's taken as a young master," Su An mentioned that the words "young master" are a bit uncomfortable. "Just sit down to eat and be obedient."

The old butler touched by the tiger touched the tears, and sat down with the tears that had almost spilled out of the door. But after eating a few sips, he couldn't help but give his young master food.

"Come on, little master, eat this, you can make up iron."

"This is the sweet and sour pork ribs that the young master used to like most."

"This little master, but the newly developed dishes in the kitchen, the old man likes it."

The little master looked down silently and looked at the rice bowl which was almost piled up on the ceiling. In the end, he didn't say much, but silently ate a little bit of food with old good intentions. In other words, it was really delicious ...

After the meal was finished, the enthusiastic old housekeeper took Bjork and Han Jiabi to visit the villa estate again, and they didn't leave until the afternoon.

"Zizi, although he now knows his life experience is unusual, as long as he is still a skill, he has to obey obediently." Before leaving, Bjork finally began to warn seriously.

"Well." Although the answer was short, Su An's decisive nod and force can fully reflect his approval.

Bjork was satisfied.

"Okay, don't talk too much nonsense, I took a day off, took a good rest, and don't always idle, study the script, and then let Along pick up the studio."

"no problem."

"Finally ... if possible, talk to your father and move back as much as possible. After all, it's a combination. It's easy to live together." Bjork hesitated and spoke.

"This ... Okay." You need to find a way without saying that! Even if filming is inconvenient, if you live and live and find that you are not the original Su An, who is the prince of the underground kingdom, Su An can completely foresee that he can die in fifty-six different shapes.

"Then they're gone." Bjork said goodbye.

"Su Su, see you on the set tomorrow!" Han Jiabi reluctantly.

Although it is very incomprehensible for such inexplicable separation, Su An did feel a little lost after sending Uncle and Han Jiabi.

Strolling around in the manor randomly, except him and Su Xitang, everything else in the manor is down. Everyone sees him politely and hello, then continues his work, trims leaves, cleans the ground, hangs clothes ...

Every inch of land can be found in the memories.

This familiar but unfamiliar place ... is it my home?

Su An ’s home is long gone. Su An is dead and he has become Su An. The so-called home can only be this.

Su An told himself with some confusion.

I watched the afternoon script again in the room. After lunch, I did not see Su Xitang coming back, even until Su An went to bed.

The godfather of the underworld, and the group president, is really busy.

I should work hard, although I do n’t care about other views any more, after all, I do n’t want to be regarded as a second-generation ancestor.

Sitting on the bed and studying the script, Su An fell asleep in confusion.

In the middle of nowhere, it seems to have covered himself with a quilt.

I accidentally touched that hand when I turned over.

It's very cold, like frost.

Su An suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark room had nothing but itself.

Su An couldn't say much, and sighed in relief.

It seems that in addition to hypocrisy, I still have the intention-prostitution problem.

There is no other object, the non-toxic tongue will kill the star Su An, the young master mercilessly took his own operation.

Go to the toilet.

Su An rubbed his eyes and stood up with Hache, opened the door and went out.

Su An walked over to the bathroom according to the memories, but found that there was light in the hall downstairs.

Charcoal is burning in the closet.

Worthy of being the local tyrants, none of them have burned charcoal here, wasting money is not to say, what if the oxygen monoxide poisoning is caused by insufficient oxygen.

No, it was wrong, it should be-how can our family be so extravagant and wasteful.

Holding Su An who contributed to the family and saving his family, he went down the stairs with Hatch, spread the still-burning wood stove with fireplace hooks, watched the fire extinguish little by little, Su An turned back with Hatch .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh with with y with ah ~"

Su An, who thinks that the pure masters can't help but make a terrible cry.

Through the flames of Mars, he saw a pale face on his sofa!

"There are ghosts, help, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah--"

The lamp in the living room was cracked open!

The huge living room was instantly brightly lit, as bright as daylight, and servants emerged like ninjas on standby 24 hours a day. They held mops, brooms, scissors, sticks, choppers (?), Electric batons (?), And runes. (??), dog blood (???) and other objects, expressed a strong concern for the young master's safety.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, young master?"

"What do you see, let's protect!"

"Master, don't be afraid of ghosts, but the Taoist school reads a Ph.D., except for the big boss like God, which can get rid of all kinds of ghosts and gods!"

Su An, who was so scared that his soul was almost out of his shell, was unable to find the various slots of the servants. He looked at him in horror and only found the direction of his pale face-

"..."

"..."

"..."

The servants silently disbanded with their lore weapon.

Su An stood awkwardly.

Suddenly he hoped that the sky would split a joule and let him be reborn again, and he would be on any cat or dog, anyway, not on Su An in the living room.

Su An waited silently for a while, and found that God didn't show mercy to help him save the deadlock.

Then you can only save yourself ...

"That ... doesn't mean you are bored sitting here, so ... well, I want to make you happy."

silence.

"To tell the truth, how can there be any ghost in this world, and then how can there be a ghost-how can you be like a ghost?"

silence.

"Well, then go up first? You-father, you have to rest early too, go away ..."

silence.

There is no response to saying so much, it ’s not a ghost. What kind of fireplace is burning in the middle of the night? Isn't it interesting that the female head is so white? It's all wrong! It's all wrong!

The teenager who silently talked in the brain kept a polite but stiff smile and climbed the stairs silently.

"... Su An."

Behind him, a male voice suddenly sounded.

Finished!

After Su An suddenly turned back and bowed at 90 degrees, Chen Ken admits his mistake: "My father was wrong when he saw the fireplace burning again, so he should have thought of how you could lose sleep and how to shut it down. It means that you are indifferent, mean, fierce, and mean that you are just like ghosts, ethereal, innocent, and the fireworks are wrong and wrong. It really does n’t mean you are a ghost ...

The teenager started a long speech of his confession, and his head was buried deep and he dared not lift it.

Su Xitang looked at the teenager who bowed and chattered on the stairs of the station, and suddenly felt a little bit interesting.

This young man, his adopted son, was it like this before, but he didn't find out?

It's as much talk as Su Xichen's bastard.

Su Xitang couldn't help laughing when he thought of this, and his face was cold again at the next moment, and he recovered his smile.

Su Xitang spoke lightly after staring at the young man who was still searching and expressing his deep confession.

"Regardless of what you do, do your best, don't fall into Su Xitang's name."

Such awkward words ... is it father's jerky encouragement?

Su An raised his head and nodded in surprise.

*******

"Several days later is the birthday of Su Xitang's late brother Su Xiquan. Su Xitang will definitely go to the cemetery that day."

"The forces under Su Xitang are almost investigated, report here."

"In order to unify the city A, Su Xitang didn't know how many bloodbath forces had offended a lot. Here is the list of people who are willing to cooperate with you to uproot the Wang reward group. Please ask Wang Dong to look over."

The man who was listening to the assistant's report put down the cigar in his hand and slowly spit out a smoke ring. Shen Sheng said: "... put it down."

The assistant immediately put the report in his hand on the male table.

"That **** named Chen Tunnel is also a key thing. What about his arrangement?"

"It has been arranged to follow him for 24 hours, and he can be resolved at any time when needed."

The man nodded and reminded: "It is said that this is not easy to deal with, and the best past is to stare at him."

"Is that--what about Su Xitang?" The assistant who subconsciously promised could not help asking him.

"... Su Xitang?" It seemed that the pale man could be remembered just by reading the name. The man sitting at the table picked up the cigar and sucked hard.

"Wang Dong! This is too dangerous. You can't—"

"There is no need to say more!" A hand holding a cigar waved, "According to the saying, Su Xichen's birthday was started on October 20th, which is the day when we got the Wangchen Group.

The assistant wanted to speak, but the man finally closed his mouth in the cold eyes and exited the room silently.

On October 20, it will not only be the day of Wang Wang Group.

October 20 is also the day to get it.

The man looked down at the calendar, his eyes narrowed slowly.

He can easily recall the appearance, pale skin like frost and snow, elegant and indifferent temperament, deep and obsessive eyes, and the thin and thin lips ...

If such a wonderful press can be pressed, his pale cheeks flushed, his lips overflowed and moaned, his body must be more beautiful ...

The man once again took a sip of cigar hard, almost biting it up, as if to vent his vigorous **.

Su Xitang ... It must be.

The man pressed the cigar hard into the ashtray and opened all the information about Wangfei Group on the table.

The bright lights illuminate the identity brand on the table.

"Wang Dong, Chairman of Zhaohui Group"