Special Fondness

When he was free that day, Tang Qiaoyuan re-evaluated his calm temperament. After thinking about it, it was better not to tell Fang Su about the casino. It's not that he never talks about it, but it can be delayed a little longer. Fang Su Nian is only nineteen now, at least another year. When he is crowned, it's not too late to talk about everything slowly.

However, things are unfortunate, and the more you have to hide many things, the easier it is to make mistakes.

It was only after a quiet day that I could enjoy a small half-moon, and an uninvited guest came to the door.

The so-called human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant. Tang Qiaoyuan has seen this sentence in books before. It seems that there are really no people who dare to stage such a drama in front of him. Now that he has lived for more than 20 years, he finally met a living two.

The next morning, the sky was bright.

Fang Su hadn't got up yet, wrapped in a thin quilt and slept very sweetly between the beds. Tang Qiaoyuan sat at the table drinking tea, the bed net was raised high, and he could see him sleeping soundly from the side of his head. He was in a good mood.

Footsteps came from outside the corridor, and probably knew that Fang Su was still awake, so he didn't open his mouth to make a noise, just tapped twice very lightly from the outside near the window rail.

Tang Qiaoyuan glanced sideways, put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and did not go out directly, but approached the bed and put down the bed net to cover the people inside.

Tang Qiaoyuan came to the corridor outside the house. Bai Ping had rushed to the door to wait for him. After giving a slight salute, he said in a low voice, "Master, a woman and a ten-year-old child came from outside the house."

The words were only half a sentence, not like Bai Ping's neat and neat habit, Tang Qiaoyuan immediately knew that he was not an ordinary visitor, turned his head to look inside the room, and asked, "It has something to do with Madam?"

Bai Ping nodded: "Yes, the person who came here claimed to be Madam's mother."

Tang Qiaoyuan guessed who it was, closed the half-closed door tightly, and walked out of the courtyard. Bai Ping quietly followed behind him, listening to him happily say a question that was not a question: "Didn't Susu's 'mother' die ten years ago?"

Bai Ping raised her eyelids and listened to this long-lost tone with high spirits.

The two people outside the house were invited into the front hall. The woman had a happy smile on her face, and she had a small basket in her hand, which she put on the table diligently.

Tang Qiaoyuan waved his hand for the maid to pour tea, his eyes were on the basket, the red cotton cloth did not cover the contents completely, revealing half of the sweet potato, he moved his chin and asked with a smile, "What is this?"

The woman's smile grew brighter, she pushed the basket two inches in his direction, and replied enthusiastically: "Tang Zhuangzhu, this is something we planted in our farm, after we Su'er left, his father I remember being anxious, and he always asks me to bring some sweet potatoes, he likes to eat this when he is at home..."

"It seems that I was careless," Tang Qiaoyuan raised his eyebrows and nodded, and smiled kindly, "I thought Susu likes to eat some delicacies from the mountains and seas, abalone and ginseng wings."

The smile on the woman's face froze for a moment, and a faint jealousy flashed past, and then she laughed with him again. She had been pretending to be a good face, but suddenly the child beside her grabbed her clothes and asked, "Mother, Bao Shenqi What's the belly?" The child pouted angrily, but did not dare to vent his temper in this place, so he lowered his voice and complained, "I have never eaten, but my brother has..."

The woman showed panic, and hurriedly covered the child's mouth and glared at him.

Tang Qiaoyuan laughed softly, but he didn't hear it. He still talked to him about the basket of sweet potatoes, but his words were straightforward and asked, "Then what do you want to exchange with me for this basket?"

The blatant question made the woman look embarrassed, and she was completely aware of the contemptuous attitude of the person in front of her, but she had come here, and she was unwilling to return empty-handed. "Fang Su is our oldest son, and his father is counting on him to pass on the incense, but now he is married as a man, this..."

Don't finish talking, just wait for Tang Qiaoyuan to guess the meaning.

Yesterday, Fang’s father brought his young son into the city to sell vegetables. She was originally left in the village alone, but Fang Qiang ran back home alone before noon and exaggeratedly told her what she had seen with her own eyes. He said that he saw his brother wearing precious clothes, and the person walking with him looked very rich, and that person smiled and said to his brother, very considerate.

What kind of person is Fang Su's second mother, she is bitter and jealous, and she is very jealous. How can she balance her heart after hearing such a thing? That's fine, so I got up early in the morning and went to the door with my son.

Tang Qiaoyuan heard it clearly, and knew that this was something that could be paid for with a little money, but he was not a good person, and he knew very well how the woman in front of him had treated Fang Su. He thought about raising his eyebrows and smiled on his lips Gradually changed the meaning, and indifference brought a layer of horror that seemed to be invisible.

"It's not easy," Tang Qiaoyuan said with a sneer, "in the entire Linzhou city, no one has ever dared to take advantage of me... Have you forgotten why Fang Su came to me? Or I will send Fang Su back, The debt owed by your Fang family, how about your youngest son? I can support him for a few years, even if the abalone wings are enough, I will use those sweet potatoes to raise it. Until the original is returned, it will be returned at that time.”

Finally, the woman couldn't hold her shameless face, her eyes showed panic, and she hurriedly hugged the child into her arms.

Tang Qiaoyuan spoke in a serious manner, Bai Ping quietly raised his hand to hide the smile on his lips, but this person still noticed his small movements, Bai Ping met his gaze, and had to echo: "The owner said that sweet potatoes are better. , the abalone wing belly has been raised for a few years, I'm afraid I owe more."

"No!" The woman was shivering all over, she couldn't help but stop her sternly for a while, and she regretted her speech. She looked at Tang Qiaoyuan's gloomy eyes, hugged the child tighter and tighter, and her whole body trembled. With the idea of ​​taking advantage of the slightest bit, I just wanted to escape from this place immediately, "Master Tang... I'm here... just to see if Fang Su is doing well... After the sweet potato was delivered, I took the child back..."

When the words fell, he turned to flee. Fang Qiang couldn't understand many words, but he felt the atmosphere was terrifying. He squeezed his mother's clothes tightly and followed step by step. The woman led him to the door, but before he could go out, he was suddenly stopped by the servants who were waiting outside.

The men were waited outside by Bai Ping's account, all of them looked fierce, so frightened that the woman swayed back and didn't dare to move.

"What is the owner going to do?" Bai Ping walked around from behind Tang Qiaoyuan to the front, and asked politely.

Tang Qiaoyuan had no idea yet, and realized that Fang Su was about to wake up at this time, the smile on his face softened again, and he got up and went back to the main courtyard to accompany him.

The small disturbance failed to stir up waves, Tang Qiaoyuan turned his head and left the matter behind, and returned to the hospital to coax Fang Su, who had just got up, with his eyes full of confusion.

Fang Su is not yet fully awake. In the past, he would stay on the bed for a while at this time. Today, when he opened his eyes, he could not see the person who was always waiting by the bed. .

The footsteps outside the room approached along the corridor. Tang Qiaoyuan pushed open the door and walked in. He lifted the beaded curtain and saw the person who turned to look at him. There was a bit of grievance and panic in his not sober eyes. . The man suddenly softened his heart, took a few steps forward and hugged him into his arms and coaxed, "Susu got up now?"

Fang Su nodded. She didn't drink water yet, her throat was dry and she didn't want to speak. She slowly wrapped her arms around him and her heartbeat gradually slowed down.

Tang Qiaoyuan carried him back to the bed, brought his clothes to put on for him, touched his bare feet before putting on socks, and said with distress, "Is it really summer? It's still cold in the morning, so I dress like this. Running down and walking, even my feet are cold."

Fang Su couldn't help but speak, her voice was a little dry, and she asked, "Qiao Yuan... Where have you been?"

"Huh?" Tang Qiaoyuan remembered what happened just now, smiled, and said indifferently, "Go and see the sweet potatoes."

Fang Su was at a loss.

The man asked again, "Does Su Su love eat sweet potatoes?"

"Yeah," Fang Su nodded, "I used to eat sweet potatoes the most, sweet and filling."

Tang Qiaoyuan couldn't stop laughing. He touched his feet and wanted to warm up. He was very curious: "You still like it so much, won't you get tired of it?"

"It's not greasy, you can cook it in porridge, you can bake it, and you can boil it as mashed potatoes."

"So good," Tang Qiaoyuan's eyes softened, leaning over to kiss the corner of his bright eyes, and asked with a smile, "Then let's bake sweet potatoes in the courtyard today?"

Fang Su smiled softly and nodded.

This person's palms were extraordinarily warm, which made his feet warm up quickly. Fang Su put on his shoes and socks to freshen up, and had a good breakfast before going to the courtyard with him. The sweet potato charcoal stove is ready. It is a bit out of place to do this in early summer, but Fang Su sees that the small stove is exquisite and cute, and likes it very much.

Tang Qiaoyuan tied his hair for him, but suddenly he leaned over and took him away, Fang Su was slightly startled, and hurriedly grabbed his shoulder. Tang Qiaoyuan walked towards the corridor with a heavy smile, teasing him, "Do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes or roasted vegetarian food?"

Fang Su was stunned for a moment, understood the meaning of his words, and smiled happily and rolled his eyes.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was mellow, but after a while, a maid came running, helplessly and eagerly reporting to Tang Qiaoyuan.

"Zhuang Zhu, someone is kowtowing outside the mansion, and he can't drive him away."

Tang Qiaoyuan was thinking about another disturbing person when he heard that the maid was extremely ignorant and said, "That person said his name was Fang De, and he came to kowtow to you to make amends..."

Tang Qiaoyuan's face sank, and he looked angrily at the dumb-minded and open-mouthed maid, while the person next to him who was smiling happily turned pale in surprise.