Chapter 312 Who are you doing this for?
Moss found the young master in the gym...
Ever since the explosion, the young master hasn't exercised, has completely given up on image management, and has been in a state of decadence all day long.
I showered, shaved, had my hair cut and styled early this morning.
At this moment, he is only wearing a pair of shorts when working out, showing off his muscular muscles.
"Miss Si, look at how self-disciplined the young master is." Moss shouted to the air -
The young master would know about the ring he hid with his own hands even if he had a dream... Maybe Miss Si really has been following him all the time.
Otherwise, who would the young master be showing off to by doing this so early in the morning?
"Are you looking for death?" Nanchuan Shijue's face was tense and his voice was terribly low.
Moss smiled foolishly. The young master cursed with bubbling sounds, and it was indeed a show for Miss Si.
"Master, if Miss Si is really here all the time, then wouldn't she be able to watch you bathe... sleep... even watch romantic movies?"
Nanchuan Shijue: “…”
Nanchuan Shijue's face, which was thicker than iron, was stiff, and a hint of unnaturalness flashed across his eyes.
Ning Fengsheng also felt her cheeks burning, and she felt embarrassed. Fortunately, she was transparent, so no one could see her...
So he worked out specifically for her to see?
Nice muscles, but it's a pity she can't touch them.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!" Nanchuan Shijue threw a boxing glove over.
"Ms. Si, you have to take better care of the young master. He's abusing the elderly again..."
Ning Fengsheng's pale soul smiled as he watched the master and servant bickering...
"Young Master, Mr. Xiaonan...ran away from home!" At this time, the head bodyguard rushed in in a panic.
Nanchuan Shijue's expression suddenly changed: "Nanchuan Prefecture is heavily guarded, what are you doing?!"
"The young master, disguised as a puppet, crawled into a trash can last night. The servants didn't notice anything unusual and carried him out and threw him away... He was wearing the pair of electric skates you gave him last month, and according to road surveillance, he was heading towards the nearby city..."
"How long?"
"It's been more than ten hours." The bodyguard's back was soaked. "The servants just discovered it this morning and have already sent someone..."
Ning Fengsheng was surprised. "Young Master? The Nanchuan noble is already a father?"
Her heart ached even more. He already had a child with "Ning Fengsheng" and was still having an ambiguous relationship with her spirit...
She felt herself growing weaker, her consciousness fragmented again, and she fell into darkness.
…
Nanchuan Shijue retrieved the surveillance video of Nanchuan Mansion.
At 10 o'clock last night, Nanchuan Yusen took advantage of the servant's inattention, stuffed himself into a dinosaur doll, and climbed into the trash can.
"Found it, found it, Mr. Xiaonan found it!" The bodyguard rushed in holding a tablet, and froze in place under Nanchuan Shijue's gaze. "The number one trending search on the entire network..."
In the video, a dusty little boy sits on a bench at a highway rest stop, his blue skates covered in mud.
He raised his dirty little face and said in a baby voice to the group of reporters around him, "I want to find my mother. She lost her baby."
"Little boy, where is your home?" The female reporter squatted down and wiped his face.
The little guy blinked his eyes, just like Nanchuan Shijue, and said seriously, "In Country Z, you have to take a big plane."
The crowd of onlookers burst into good-natured laughter.
"This child's eyes and eyebrows really resemble that of the...big boss of the Nanchuan family." Someone whispered.
"Yeah, they look exactly like each other! They're so similar!"
"Little boy, is your father called Nanchuan Shijue?"
"Baby, you don't recognize me! This is my mom!" Nanchuan Yusen pulled a photo out of his pocket, pointed at the woman in the photo who was kissing his cheek, and said proudly, "Isn't she beautiful?!"
After running away with so much difficulty, I can't be caught back.
"The designer who won the championship in the Universal International New Talent Competition is my mother! The beautiful Si Yin!" The little bun emphasized again and took out a photo of Ning Fengsheng receiving the award.
Everyone laughed again, and the comments were going crazy...
"Even Young Master Nanchuan couldn't give birth to a son who looks so like him."
"This little face, I guarantee it's the illegitimate son of Lord Nanchuan."
"I guarantee it, I guarantee it! Even a photocopier can't reproduce it this similarly..."
"Then Konan will definitely make a scene, right? A younger brother has come to compete for your affection..."
"That Si Yin is from Country Z? She looks exactly like the daughter of the Ning family..."
"Wow, this is exciting, a substitute game?"
Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened: "Remove all trending searches and destroy the original video. I want to see him within three hours."
…
Nanchuan Prefecture.
Nanchuan Shijue stood on the second-floor terrace, an unlit cigar between his fingers, watching the helicopter land.
The dirty little boy was carried down. Perhaps he knew he was going to be beaten, so he pretended to fall asleep on Moss's shoulder.
"Master, the young master is only three and a half years old. He didn't sleep all night and slid so far... 82 kilometers..." Moss protected him distressedly, "He missed you and Miss Si too much. Please forgive him this time."
"Did I say I would punish him?" Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were cold, "Take him to clean himself up."
Moss didn't dare to disobey the order. He took the little bun to wash himself and asked the doctor to check his whole body. He found that the little guy's feet were swollen.
"dad."
A soft child's voice sounded behind him, with a hint of flattery.
Nanchuan Shijue turned around and saw the cleaned Nanchuan Yusen wearing bear pajamas, rubbing his sleepy eyes and standing at the bedroom door. There was a tuft of hair on his fluffy black hair, which looked very much like Ning Fengsheng when he was angry.
"Who told you to run away from home?" His voice was low, but not fierce.
"I dreamed about Sisi..." Nanchuan Yusen said in a muffled voice, "Sisi said she was far away and asked the baby to go find her."
Nanchuan Shijue's heart suddenly shrank, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand.
"You promised Grandpa Moss that you wouldn't punish me..."
Nanchuan Shijue walked forward, bent down and picked up his son.
The little guy immediately and skillfully hugged his neck and buried his face in the crook of his neck. His breath was filled with the scent of milk and warmly brushed against his skin. "Daddy, are you not angry anymore?"
Nanchuan Shijue took a deep breath. He hadn't been back for more than ten days.
Ever since the little guy was born... he has never been away for more than three days.
It was his negligence, he was at fault first!
But this kid actually said that he didn’t know him and didn’t want to recognize him as his father?
I really want to spank this ungrateful little wolf so hard he can’t be fed.
The little guy felt his father's suppressed anger and was being extra well-behaved tonight.
"Dad, look, this is what I drew." He pointed to the painting on the bedside table. The painting showed three crooked stick figures painted in colorful crayons.
The man on the left is wearing a suit, the woman on the right is wearing a white dress, and the child in the middle is wearing a wolf-head hat.
Next to it were written in childish handwriting: "Dad, Mom Sisi, and Me."
Nanchuan Shijue looked at this "family portrait" and the frost in his eyes cracked.
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