If you ignore the fact that your biological parents have nothing to do with you, it will inevitably make people feel cold-blooded and ruthless.

Although it is indeed quite ruthless, Wien doesn't want to take this risk yet.

Who knows what Duke Elliott is thinking about?

If I were standing in his position, even if I was a magic genius, I would not have adopted the son of my enemy in my name. It would be great not to kill this little bastard, and I would also want to betroth his only daughter to him. Is it just a waste of money?

But now, the son of this embarrassing enemy is actually himself... things cannot be generalized.

Elliot nodded without a trace, not telling whether he was satisfied with his reply.

Afterwards, the two talked about some countermeasures and suggestions, and Elliot obviously paid more attention to listening to his opinions than before.

After talking about a lot of messy things, Elliot finally asked him to go back and have a good rest.

"I am busy with work every day and have never cared about caring about you. Maybe you can't find out some difficulties in life."

His tone seemed a little guilty, "I will try my best to spend more time with you in the future. If there is anything that needs to be solved, I can also tell me directly."

Wien paused. "Dad, don't worry, I will deal with the problem when I encounter it."

So Eliot didn't say anything more.

...

After coming out of the study, Vien breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards his bedroom.

But when she passed by the door of Chris' study, she grabbed her collar and pulled it in.

"Bang!" She closed the door tightly and pushed Wayne onto the door panel and forced the wall to push the wall.

"What shameful things did you just say?"

She glanced at Vinn's whole body with suspicion, wishing she could come up and smell it.

Wien looked at her vigilant expression speechlessly, "I didn't say anything."

"Why can't I listen if I didn't say anything?"

She obviously didn't believe it.

"And what...a gossip that only boys can listen to..." Chris asked aggrievedly: "Did you secretly share your experience of hanging out in an unreasonable place?!"

Wien:???

He raised his hand and tapped Chris' head with a smile: "What are you thinking about every day? My father is my future father-in-law, how could he tell me this!"

Chris covered his head and pouted.

"Anyway, if you don't want to tell me, that's shameful."

Looking at her stubborn and stubborn look, Wien sighed: "He just asked me if he wanted to go back to visit the grave."

"Grave sweeping?"

Chris was puzzled for two seconds before he realized, "Yes, did you mean the place where you used to live?"

Her tentative tone was a bit cautious, as if she was afraid of stinging his fragile heart.

"Oh, yes." Wien pretended to show a melancholy look.

Chris suddenly stood on tiptoe and hugged him.

"It's okay..." She patted him clumsily and comforted him, "Now this is your home. If you don't want to go, we won't go. If you want to go, I'll go with you."

Wien laughed and hugged her back hard.

Two people are like conjoined babies, sticking tightly together without distinction.

"I don't feel sad."

I always feel that even at this time I want to lie to her is so heartless.

"I really don't remember those things."

"Yeah." Chris responded softly. "Dad is really, he asked what he did in such a thing..."

"Okay, OK, he cares about me too, we won't talk about this anymore."

Wien ended this unpleasant topic.

Embracing her intimately like this, Wayne's irritable mood was strangely relieved.

It can be seen that the heart hidden deep inside the body can really stick to another person's hot and soft heart...

He lowered his head and kissed Chris' fair neck.

The girl in her arms trembled violently.

"You... are not allowed to do bad things." She warned as if she was facing a great enemy.

"Then you do bad things to me, I won't do bad things to you." Wien raised his chin shamelessly and put his neck to her lips.

As long as you can stay with your beloved person, what does it matter what identity you will appear in?

Chris's eyes were like water, and his body was a little soft and could not stand.

But after Vien's repeated requests, she still stretched out her fingers tremblingly, touched his Adam's apple little by little from his chin.

Then...the dragonfly kissed it like a slight slightest.

Wien said dissatisfiedly: "This is too perfunctory, right? No, let's do it again."

Chris stamped his feet in shame, "Don't go too far!"

"Hiss--it's okay, it's not that you're not doing well, it's just that you're not very skilled." Wien coaxed angrily, "Then I'll demonstrate it again. I'll remember this feeling seriously next?"

He picked Chris up in the waist and threw her on the soft sofa a few steps, pressing her up before she could react.

...

The next day, Chris went out wearing a turtleneck coat with Vien.

Even if she violated the rules that the school must wear uniforms, she refused to take them off.

Vine smiled so hard that she could not see her eyes, and she glared several times in anger.

"You liar, I will never feel sorry for you again!" She lowered her voice and said angrily.

"Don't do this~ I cheered up because of your comfort from Chris." Wien said with a smile.

"You're still laughing!" Chris patted him hard, turned around and left angrily.

Wien was not in a hurry to chase her, and just followed her slowly.

But not long after, she strode back and hid behind Vanne: "You go ahead, wait until you are late and the teacher scolds you first."

...It's too real.

As a result, the two who were unfortunately late finally received their class teacher Xie Li's after-class talk service.

"So, what's the reason today? Classmate Chris, Classmate Wien?"

Xie Li asked helplessly.

"Because... because Wien got up too late, so he didn't get there, but we will definitely go out early next time!" Chris skillfully found a scapegoat for herself.

Wien seriously agreed: "That's it, that's right!"

Xie Li was obviously very suspicious of this statement, but seeing that the two of them had agreed to the confession, it was difficult to pursue the matter.

After a moment of silence, he said dejectedly: "Then let it be. The secretary of the reviewer must write it and hand it over, and it will be a case."

He no longer remembers how many times he said "I won't be an example".
Chapter completed!