Chapter 8

So Xiao Yan watched a Zhao walk in front of him. He kept a distance of at least one meter with him.

They had a very pure evening walk.

Until returning to the villa, Xiao Yan still has no idea what Xu Zhao, a woman, wants to do.

After greeting Xiao Yan with a smile, a Zhao is about to return to his room.

Unexpectedly, he looked at the housekeeper standing in the corner.

A Zhao: "it's just

She always felt that there was something strange in the eyes of the housekeeper.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Butler?" Ah Zhao asked.

The housekeeper shakes his head expressionless. He is surprised by a Zhao's sensitivity.

A Zhao looks at him inexplicably and turns back to his room.

It's night.

Xiao Yan is sitting by the window.

He did not turn on the light, the French window curtain was opened a little, a bit of moonlight crowded in, did not bring much light to the room, on the contrary, it made the whole room appear dark and gloomy.

Xiao Yan didn't care at all.

He was used to the silence and darkness.

He likes to think in this silent night, which makes his mind extremely agile and clear.

As for fear?

At the age of ten, Xiao Yan had nightmares for half a month after seeing the white cat left by her mother was trampled to death by her half brother.

Half a month later, someone finally found something wrong with him.

Many people know that there is something wrong with the spirit of the young master of the Xiao family, even Xiao Yan himself thinks so.

Which normal person would have such a strange habit? I don't like light, I hate other people's contact, I refuse anyone to get close to me, and I have no expectation of anything.

All his warmth and fear, belonging to the emotions of a normal person, were buried with the death of the cat.

Xiao Yan thought of the woman she saw during the day.

The Xiao family did not know that Xiao Yan's mother, the woman who died of emotional injury and depression, left her only son a secret hand.

She intended to protect her son who was not liked by her father, but Xiao Yan did more with it.

Xiao Yan is very clear about the transaction between Xu Zhao and Zhao Li.

It was because he knew everything that he didn't understand a Zhao's behavior in the daytime.

He gave her such a good chance. What was she thinking?

Or does she have a bigger purpose?

The restless feeling at the bottom of my heart came up again.

Xiao Yan's eyes are cold: he doesn't like the feeling of being out of control.

It's like a perfectionist obsessive-compulsive disorder who sees something discordant.

He always can't control the bottom of his heart's impetuousness and irritability, want to let it disappear!

Xiao Yan closed his eyes and breathed out his breath to suppress the tyranny rising from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't believe that the woman Xu Zhao could hide her feet so well.

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At the same time, the next room.

Warm yellow style, soft pouring in the room.

A Zhao is wearing a beige pajamas with long hair. He sits cross legged on the bed, holding a notebook in his left hand and recording something word by word in his right hand.

“…… Good work and rest and living habits. "

"Well, exercise..."

"Guide him to communicate with the people around him slowly..."

In places that ordinary people can't see, the white marshmallow system is flashing light, whistling through all kinds of information for a Zhao as a reference.

One person, one system, full of energy to do the transformation of the main plan.