He is about 182cm tall, with long, thick eyebrows that are slightly upturned, and a straight, three-dimensional nose with clear contours, which adds a touch of handsomeness and heroism to his face.
He was wearing a white T-shirt and blue ripped jeans, looking like a sunny boy.
This is the real third young master of the Xiao family whom they found just a month ago. Now his name has been changed to Xiao Haoran.
She didn't know why she couldn't get close to him from the bottom of her heart. Whether it was his appearance, body shape, or IQ, he was more like a member of the Xiao family: smart, tough-looking, and strong.
I don’t know if it’s because we don’t live together.
But she just likes a grandson like Sanbao who is cute and adorable and likes to act coquettishly with her.
"Oh, nothing, just chatting with your Aunt Wang about family matters. Why didn't you go out to play with your friends today?" The old lady came to her senses and said.
"Well, I'm getting ready to go out. My friend asked me to have dinner with him.
Then grandma, you can talk to Aunt Wang slowly, I'm leaving first! " Xiao Haoran said goodbye to the old lady and Aunt Wang with a smile on his face. He looked like a very well-behaved child!
When Xiao Haoran turned around, the smile on his face immediately disappeared. As soon as he went downstairs, he heard the old woman say that she missed the fake one.
Thinking of this, his face became extremely gloomy, and Xiaoli, who was coming over from the opposite side, got goosebumps. She quickly lowered her head and stood aside, not daring to breathe.
"Old lady, do you think Master Haoran heard what we just said?"
After he walked away, Aunt Wang whispered that she always felt that this new young master was not as innocent as he seemed.
"Well, I heard it, so what? I'm not afraid of him. Who said that I can't think about my three treasures just because he's back?
Besides, what happened back then was just a misunderstanding. It was by accident that he and Sanbao swapped identities. Now his family has found him and will try their best to make it up to him.
Besides, my third child is stupid and dull all day long, and I don’t know if he is bullied outside.
No, I have to call Sanbao tonight. Xiao Wang, please remind me later. I’m afraid I’ll forget it.”
The old lady looked at Xiao Haoran's receding back with a thoughtful look, but soon recovered.
"Okay, let's play before going to bed. Old lady, do you think the sweater I knitted by Sanbao is suitable?"
Aunt Wang responded and raised the half-knitted white sweater in her hand to ask. She actually wanted to divert the old lady's attention.
The wife at home hasn't asked about his affairs for such a long time. Everyone is afraid that Young Master Haoran will be unhappy, and also afraid that it will be awkward if the wife doesn't welcome him. After all, that's what the wife's attitude was at the beginning.
The old lady's thoughts were understandable. Of the three young masters in the family, she loved the third young master the most. No one had expected this situation to happen.
"Let me see. Our Sanbao loves fancy things the most. Let's knit a big red apple on his chest. He's sure to like it!"
The old lady turned the pure white sweater in her hands over and over again, looking at it. It had already been knitted to the chest.
"Yes, he likes red. It's you, old lady, who understands him!" Aunt Wang nodded. It was indeed true.
"Come with me for a walk in the garden. Your eyes need some rest!" The old lady was no longer in the mood to read.
"Okay, wait for me to pack up!"
As he said this, he tidied the sweater in his hand and put it in a box on the ground. He also put the book the old lady was reading in it, closed the lid, and moved it under the cabinet on the side.
This is her habit. She would put away her and the old lady's things so that it would be convenient to pick them up next time.
After everything was packed up, he helped the old lady out slowly.
Xiao Haoran, who had just walked out of the door, went straight to the garage next door.
He stopped next to a yellow Lamborghini, took out his key, pressed the unlock button, opened the door and got in.
He did not start the car immediately but sat in it silently, looking at the logo on the steering wheel with gloomy eyes. Suddenly he laughed out loud, his smile was twisted and a little creepy.
"Haha, Xiao Yishu, you must return everything that belongs to me intact, including the love of my family, just like this car belongs to me now and can only be mine. Even your last name will be returned to me one day!"
After saying that, he pressed the button to start the car. The car rushed out like an arrow, completely disregarding the fact that it was in the garage and whether there would be anyone passing by outside. Only a burst of exhaust gas swirled in the garage.
Although Xiao Yishu left the Xiao family and moved his household registration, he did not change his surname back to Wang.
"Um!"
"Oh my god, you're finally awake. If you don't wake up I'll call an ambulance.
Let me see if it’s still hot!”
Inside the rental house, Du Yang's exaggerated voice finally couldn't help but ring out when the person on the bed woke up.
"Brother Yang, have you always been here with me?"
Xiao Yishu slowly tried to get up, but he had no strength in his body, as if he was falling apart and had no bones.
"Isn't this nonsense, you. Can I leave you here alone with a high fever?
Hey, the fever is finally gone. You don’t know, I called you several times in the afternoon, but you didn’t respond. I was so scared that I almost called 120.
Come, come, drink some water!"
Du Yang was like an old mother, touching her forehead and pouring water, complaining but her hands were very gentle.
"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Xiao Yishu was helped by Du Yang to drink half a glass of water before lying down.
"You've been sleeping all day, you can't sleep any more, you should sit up and lean against it."
Du Yang helped the man sit up and placed his pillow upright against the head of the bed so that he could lie at his side.
"Are you hungry? I bought a few packets of instant noodles at noon. Do you want me to make you some?"
Du Yang sat on the bed and looked at the weak Xiao Yishu and asked. He also wanted to give him something good to eat, but the key was that he couldn't cook anything except instant noodles.
"I don't want to eat. I have no appetite! Is it getting dark already?" Xiao Yishu wanted to look outside through the curtains.
However, although this old curtain is old, it is light-proof, so it cannot be seen.
"It's getting dark! It's almost eight o'clock now. How do you feel now? Do you want to go to the hospital for an IV drip?" Du Yang looked a little worried.
"Yeah, yeah, no need. I'm fine. I'm just a little weak. I'll be fine after a while. Don't worry, Brother Yang."
Xiao Yishu shook his head slightly. The place he hated most was the hospital. As a child, he had poor health and often had to take medicine and injections. Now he has a traumatic impression of hospitals.
"Can you do it alone? There's no place for me to sleep here. Why don't you come back with me to where I live?
Although it's not a good place, at least there are things here, unlike your place which is empty and has nothing. I bought you a small electric fan today, so you can use it when it's hot."
Du Yang started nagging again. He was worried about leaving Xiao Yishu alone at this time.
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