No wonder, this man has such a cold and indifferent temperament.
However, in this environment, it is rare to not develop the arrogant and indulgent temperament of the rich second generation.
As soon as Xiao Yufeng walked into the living room, he walked towards the sofa in the middle. After putting down the things in his hands, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Zixing, who was frowning and looking around.
"Come and take a rest!"
"Oh!" Jiang Zixing walked over and said helplessly, "You grew up in this family? That's quite difficult for you."
After saying that, she sat next to him and looked towards the rotating stairs to the second floor.
But what she said made Xiao Yufeng a little confused when he heard it.
Jiang Zixing quickly withdrew his eyes, and then turned his head to look at him and said seriously.
"From now on, you'd better live back in the villa, or change it a little bit. Otherwise, I'm worried that with your cold temper, I will have to follow you for the rest of your life. What kind of home is a deserted home?
I really don’t know how you were able to live for so many years.”
Jiang Zixing is not a person who beats around the bush, he naturally says what is on his mind.
Xiao Yufeng was startled because of her words!
Something seemed to be touched deep in my heart.
A deserted home?
Who had said this to him once upon a time?
In his memory, home seems to be nothing more than a cold cell.
When he first fought for power, he was not only fighting for his mother, but he also wanted to have the ability to break away from everything. The oppression of his father and brother was like the cold cage that invisibly imprisoned him?
However, when he got the power, he realized that for such a right, he had lost far more than just his little bit.
On the contrary, after losing it, he still could not break free from the prison.
It wasn't until he watched her leave and disappear completely from his life that he gradually discovered that his cell was actually set by him.
In the past days, he had unknowingly put layer upon layer of shackles on himself, and in the end, even he himself didn't know how to untie them.
Perhaps, her leaving is the most correct choice...
Jiang Zixing looked at Xiao Yufeng, who was inexplicably absent-minded, and waved his hand in front of him: "Xiao Yufeng, what's wrong with you?"
The loud voice brought Xiao Yufeng back to his senses, and his indifferent eyes met Jiang Zixing who was leaning in front of him and looking at him very close.
There was a faint undercurrent in his eyes.
"It's okay! What do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to cook it." Xiao Yufeng asked calmly as he removed his eyes.
Jiang Zixing seemed to realize that he was too close to him. Under his warm and magnetic voice, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.
"You don't have to choose, just make it spicy, whatever." His voice sounded a little panicked, and his eyes flickered a little and he looked away.
"Well!" Xiao Yufeng glanced at her, without saying anything, he got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.
Soon, he walked out of the living room.
At this time, Jiang Zixing seemed to breathe a huge sigh of relief, and then he felt the urge to kick his own head.
Madhu! Why don't you just get closer? Why don't you stay calm?
However, just when Jiang Zixing wanted to pull his hair, the voices of Xia Ye Zi and Wang Qingyan came from upstairs...