For a brief moment, he thought that he was still in a dream, that his father was still alive, and that as a young man, he had dressed up and was waiting to accompany his father to an important dinner party.
But he saw the old Li running towards him with unsteady steps and slowly closing the door of the mansion.
Yes, Lao Li has grown old and has become a guard at the gate, and his son Achi Acheng is now his capable subordinate.
And my father, my father also passed away a year ago.
He is no longer the young and powerless boy who could only be manipulated by others.
Squinting his eyes, he looked at everything around him. Since taking over the Ye family, he had renovated and renovated the house named after his mother.
Even in winter, there are still green grass in front of you, and the scenery is picturesque from every angle.
Even though this house has left a lot of childhood shadows on him since he was a child, he grew up in this house, and his feelings are naturally very deep.
In the past, he only came back occasionally to stay for a night. Since that woman moved here, he has gradually regarded this place as his real home.
When I returned to the mansion, I couldn't find Cheng Liuli.
I asked Aunt Fen, and she said she went back to her room to rest after breakfast.
But when he returned to the bedroom, he found that the bedroom was empty.
With a bang, all the energy and blood in his body poured out, and his mind almost went blank.
Cheng Liuli is missing! Where has she gone? He has agreed to almost all her requests, does she still want to go to great lengths to escape from this house?
He stood in the hall on the first floor, walking around, looking up unexpectedly, and suddenly found a room on the top floor with bright light coming from the door.
Aren't the doors there usually locked, and the regular servants only clean them every Monday?
Could it be said.
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He was so nervous that he didn't even have time to take the elevator, so he went straight up the white spiral staircase and climbed up to the top floor in three steps and two steps at a time.
In the opened door, the woman who made him uneasy was indeed sitting on the ground. The sunlight gently streamed from the skylight above her head, shining on her through the glass, like a natural spotlight, shining brightly on her. On the body.
There seemed to be a faint circle of light all around him, and he felt like he was seeing an angel!
But wait! That angel, what on earth is she doing?
She sat cross-legged with her back to him, her head lowered, her fingers clicking through the pages, her eyes focused on something.
He walked in calmly, his tall and strong figure blocked a small patch of light above her head, and successfully woke her up from her concentration on reading.
"What are you looking at?" His expression turned cold. She really shouldn't have come into this room.
"No, it's nothing..." The woman hurriedly hid the notebook in her hand behind her.
He stretched out his big palm and said, "Bring it here."
"It's just... I didn't mean to peep... I just... saw the door open... and wanted to close it... ．Who knows this diary．．
His cold face showed no expression at all, "Bring it here."
A thick book was handed to him. For a brief moment, he thought he was still in a dream, his father was still alive, and he was already dressed up and waiting to accompany his father to an important dinner party. .
But he saw the old Li running towards him with unsteady steps and slowly closing the door of the mansion.
Yes, Lao Li has grown old and has become a guard at the gate, and his son Achi Acheng is now his capable subordinate.
And my father, my father also passed away a year ago.
He is no longer the young and powerless boy who could only be manipulated by others.
Squinting his eyes, he looked at everything around him. Since taking over the Ye family, he had renovated and renovated the house named after his mother.
Even in winter, there are still green grass in front of you, and the scenery is picturesque from every angle.
Even though this house has left a lot of childhood shadows on him since he was a child, he grew up in this house, and his feelings are naturally very deep.
In the past, he only came back occasionally to stay for a night. Since that woman moved here, he has gradually regarded this place as his real home.
When I returned to the mansion, I couldn't find Cheng Liuli.
I asked Aunt Fen, and she said she went back to her room to rest after breakfast.
But when he returned to the bedroom, he found that the bedroom was empty.
With a bang, all the energy and blood in his body poured out, and his mind almost went blank.
Cheng Liuli is missing! Where has she gone? He has agreed to almost all her requests, does she still want to go to great lengths to escape from this house?
He stood in the hall on the first floor, walking around, looking up unexpectedly, and suddenly found a room on the top floor with bright light coming from the door.
Aren't the doors there usually locked, and the regular servants only clean them every Monday?
Could it be said.
．
．
．
．
．
He was so nervous that he didn't even have time to take the elevator, so he went straight up the white spiral staircase and climbed up to the top floor in three steps and two steps at a time.
In the opened door, the woman who made him uneasy was indeed sitting on the ground. The sunlight gently streamed from the skylight above her head, shining on her through the glass, like a natural spotlight, shining brightly on her. On the body.
There seemed to be a faint circle of light all around him, and he felt like he was seeing an angel!
But wait! That angel, what on earth is she doing?
She sat cross-legged with her back to him, her head lowered, her fingers clicking through the pages, her eyes focused on something.
He walked in calmly, his tall and strong figure blocked a small patch of light above her head, and successfully woke her up from her concentration on reading.
"What are you looking at?" His expression turned cold. She really shouldn't have come into this room.
"No, it's nothing..." The woman hurriedly hid the notebook in her hand behind her.
He stretched out his big palm and said, "Bring it here."
"It's just... I didn't mean to peep... I just... saw the door open... and wanted to close it... ．Who knows this diary．．
His cold face showed no expression at all, "Bring it here."