The two walked out of the private vault, Miao Ao raised his hand and looked at the time.
"It's still early, why don't you go to my room first?" He invited.
Xia Ruo's eyes had a hint of interest, "Okay! I'll go and admire Qishao Miao's room!"
Miao Ao's lips raised an arc and took her to his room.
In the study, every move of the two in the private library was recorded in Miao Kun's terminal.
Seeing his son stuffing a lot of good things for Xia Ruo, Miao Kun was angry and funny, "This stinky boy can coax girls and use Laozi's things as favors, he doesn't feel bad at all!"
The housekeeper stood behind him and said with a smile, "The Seventh Young Master is also a true temperament!"
Miao Kun's eyes showed painful nostalgia, and he took out a pocket watch from the position of his heart and opened it, which contained a wedding photo of a young couple.
His fingers lightly rubbed the woman's face, "Stinky boy's temperament is completely inherited!"
"She also likes to be petty. When she is unhappy, she will take my card to swipe, and then give it away. It's very willful!" His whole demeanor softened.
The housekeeper knew that he missed his wife again, "Seven young masters are very similar to his wife in appearance and personality. Before, my wife..."
The housekeeper has been with Miao Kun since he was a teenager, and he has experienced a lot with him. Although they are subordinates on the surface, their relationship is similar to that of brothers.
When he mentioned Miao Ao's mother, his standardized expression softened a lot, with a bit of nostalgia hidden in his eyes, and Miao Kun mentioned the past of that person.
Mrs. left Miao Ao as the only seedling, and he naturally had to protect it.
On the other side, Miao Ao took Xia Ruo into his room.
He took a bottle of vintage red wine from the cabinet, opened it, poured a glass and handed it to Xia Ruo, "Although it's not as good as yours, it's still delicious!"
There are also many delicious foods and wines that she likes in this world.
"Did you want to ask me something before?" Miao Ao stood at the bar with a faint expression.
Xia Ruo knew that everything outside was under the noses of others, so it was convenient to speak here, "I originally wanted to ask about your relationship with your father, why do you feel so nervous."
"He wanted to make amends for me, but I don't need it anymore. I hate him." Miao Ao shook the cup, his tone was flat as if he was talking about other people's affairs.
But the more so, Xia Ruo knew that he must be very concerned, "I can be your audience!"
Miao Ao laughed: "Actually it's nothing, it's just a story of betrayal that you can't ask for!"
For some reason, he was always relaxed in front of Xia Ruo, and he didn't shy away from talking about his dad and the fuck.
"Actually, the civilian life I lived in that semi-desolate star was the happiest day I felt since I was a child."
He looked down at the fuchsia wine in the glass, as if caught in a memory, "At that time, I would accompany my mother to work every day, and when she came home, she would cook the food I like by herself, and tell me stories with me at night."
Therefore, every time he saw Xia Ruo busy in the kitchen, he would have an indescribable feeling of warmth.
"But such happiness was broken by that man, and the person with the warmest heart in my heart also left forever."
"She died in his arms, paving the way for me, and making her an indelible memory in my heart and in his heart."
He laughed at himself: "It's really cruel!"
"But I don't blame her, because I know her pride and won't allow her to bow her head and forgive." His voice was soft as if he was about to disappear.