Chapter 19 Seagulls no longer love the sea and can fly farther 21
Chapter 19 Seagulls are no longer attached to the sea and can fly farther (21)
Xing Zhuo walked forward step by step, casually rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing his well-textured arms, and stopped at the bottom of the building.
Chu Yu had already stepped on the two steps before he was able to look at the man's level. The corners of his lips were slightly curled, but his eyes were cold.
Unscrupulous and extremely stupid.
Nothing has changed at all.
Xing Zhuo's dark eyes were filled with gloomy emotions, and his whole body was filled with a sense of oppression.
"You can try."
The narrow aura of indifference swept over the city uncontrollably. Chu Yu tilted his head uncomfortably, and his pink and sexy lips were pursed tightly, impatient of boredom.
"stay away from me."
Slender white fingers pushed his hard shoulder, Xing Zhuohuang didn't even move, he just looked at her quietly.
Chu Yu was okay, maybe because he still had the habit of narcolepsy. He would fall asleep every time he was bored. Once he fell asleep, he would not distinguish between day and night.
The living room was very quiet, with the occasional chirping of birds coming from outside, as if they were the only two people left in the world.
Arrogant and blindly confident.
It was really boring to stay at home. Tutors would come over to teach, but Chu Yu lost his temper and drove them away.
Just like playing the piano to a cow, Chu Yu angrily smoothed his hair. The black hair slightly covered the delicate and rich eyebrows, exuding a violent aura, and the bodyguard did not dare to speak.
After calming down, Chu Yu thought of what Xing Zhuo said yesterday. He originally thought it was just talk, but he didn't expect that he really meant it and dared to lock her in the house without permission.
The bodyguard had no expression on his face and respectfully whispered, "Master, please don't embarrass me."
The floor-to-ceiling windows are made of transparent glass, and the bright colors of the setting sun are sprinkled on the clean and reflective floor, as if a layer of ink has been splashed on it.
Xia Jinghuai stood there for a while, then quietly approached, putting his schoolbag aside casually, his dark eyes silent.
"Xing, Zhuo."
He mentioned: "What my father means is that I will take care of the young master from now on. If the young master is disobedient, I can give him a small lesson."
"Xing Zhuo, what are you pretending to be? Did you send someone to watch me? Do you believe it or not? I told you to get out of the Chu family!"
Suddenly I woke up with a cold sweat on my forehead.
Word by word, gritted teeth.
Xing Zhuo curved his lips, revealing an elegant smile, and played with the pen with his slender fingers, "I believe that if the young master has any dissatisfaction, he can go to his father."
Chu Yu thought that the man didn't speak because he was intimidated by him, so he gave him a contemptuous look and turned around to go upstairs.
When he was stopped, Chu Yu was still a little unable to react, "What are you doing?"
Soon he saw the young man sitting in the corner of the sofa. She was asleep. Her thick black hair was messy and hanging in front of her forehead. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a wide round collar. Her exposed wrists were slim and thin.
The skin and flesh are white and delicate.
Half of the sunset fell on his face, and the other half was in dim light, dividing his delicate face into a picture of light and dark, making the whole face look a bit split and weird.
He rubbed his forehead with his pale and thin fingertips. His glass-like eyes were still confused as if he had just woken up, and they met Xia Jinghuai's eyes unexpectedly.
I don't know if it was due to the light, but Xia Jinghuai's eyes were particularly bright at this moment, as if they were burning with a compelling light. He was staring at the young man sleeping in the corner of the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.
No one picked up the first time, and the second time I was picked up only after I almost hung up.
Chu Yu frowned and said impatiently: "Why can't I go out? Who gave you the right?"
The bodyguard wearing sunglasses said sternly: "Master, you can't go out."
His handwriting is just like the person he is, elegant and sharp.
It's just that the pupils are long and narrow, and the blackness is bottomless.
Chu Yu yawned, woke up, looked at him, and said lazily: "Back?"
Those ignorant and clear eyes made Xia Jinghuai's heart palpitate slightly, and he murmured vaguely: "Brother, you're awake..."
The living room was a little too quiet today, there was no sound of playing games, and there was no sound of teenagers getting angry and throwing things.
The young man on the other end of the phone asked, tasting the different flavors, and his voice became colder: "What do you mean?"
I lay on the sofa playing games and fell asleep in the afternoon.
If you get closer, you can smell the clean, clear cold fragrance.
She originally thought that the matter would just go away, but she never thought that when she woke up the next day, Chu Yu had some breakfast, picked up her schoolbag and wanted to go to school, but was stopped by the bodyguard at the door.
Xia Jinghuai returned to the villa and saw the tall bodyguard guarding the door. He blinked, grabbed his schoolbag and took him inside.
Chu Yu almost laughed out of anger, "Am I making things difficult for you? Are you making a mistake? I have to go to school while riding a horse!"
The original owner, who had always followed his own will and was lawless, would definitely not be able to bear it, let alone allow himself to be imprisoned like this by an adopted son.
Chu Yu didn't sleep very peacefully. He always felt that he had a very strange dream. He dreamed that he was stared at by a big python, with cold and greedy eyes that seemed to be unable to swallow her up in one bite.
Xing Zhuo is a man of his word. He said he wanted to teach Chu Yu a lesson, but he really didn't let her step out of Chu's house. The bodyguard guarding the door looked at her with eager eyes, and his arms were thicker than Chu Yu's legs. He was sure
It can't be beaten.
It was a reassuring breath, and he breathed lightly.
Really stupid.
The bodyguard still had the same expression, saying in a low voice not to embarrass him.
The young man on the phone seemed to be angry and short of breath, but because of his father's authority, he still held back his harsh words and hung up the phone.
No one spoke for a while, and the man on the phone was not in a hurry. He seemed to want to see how long Chu Yu could endure it.
His thin body curled up into a ball, his eyelashes like crow feathers were tightly closed, yet there was still a softness about him.
Xing Zhuo was indifferent, his eyes were quiet and almost unruffled, he turned over the documents in his hand, made sure there was nothing wrong, and wrote down his name.
Sitting on the sofa, Chu Yu took out his mobile phone and called Xing Zhuo.
Xing Zhuo did not return to the Chu family, and Chu Yu could not even settle the score with him in person.
Xing Zhuo changed his hand to hold the phone. He seemed to be able to describe the angry and helpless look of the young man in his mind. He asked in a gentle tone, "Young Master, is there anything you want to do with me?"
When I walked in, I looked for it subconsciously.
Perhaps because he had just woken up, Chu Yu's voice was a little hoarse and had an illusory gentleness.
When he said this, it was as if he was just lying on the sofa waiting for him to come back.
Just waiting for him to come back alone.
No one knew the darkness that grew in his heart at that moment.