Chapter 142

"Okay."

Ayers nodded.

"If I need your help and you have to give everything you have for it, would you be willing?"

Green asked.

"It depends on the situation."

Ayers said solemnly.

He thought Green was discussing with him the issue of the housekeeper imprisoning the young master to seize power.

Green nodded.

At this time, Green would never have thought that when he was still resting the next morning, Ayers would come and knock on the door to chat with him, but was stopped by Chris who was already very annoyed.

"I want to come and see the young master."

Ayers always felt that he was a head shorter than Chris, so he spoke in a very low voice.

Ayers looked at Chris and thought: I don't know why he is standing in front of me. I look like the wife who is very disappointed with her husband and accidentally caught him cheating.

"Young Master is still resting. Don't knock anymore. He will be annoyed."

Chris said expressionlessly.

Ayers secretly observed Chris's face.

Chris had a good-looking face.

And perhaps to avoid being considered as a stern and harsh family, Chris usually wore a smile, but now there was no smile on that face.

There was anger in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Ayers naturally thought that Chris was unhappy because he disturbed Young Master's rest.

But he thought again, Chris was not in Young Master's room, and Young Master did not come out to talk. How did Chris know that Young Master was in there? How did Chris know that Young Master was resting? How

did Chris know that Young Master would be unhappy after being disturbed from resting?

Although Ayers knew that there was a type of person who would be very unhappy if their rest was disturbed, there were also some people who were not like that. What if the young master was not like that?

Even if this was nothing, how could Chris know what was going on in the room while standing outside the young master's door without seeing or asking?

Did Chris just come out of the young master's room?

If it was Chris who made the young master not rest well, and he just came out of the young master's room, then it would be much more normal for Chris to know that the young master was in the room and resting.

Or, Chris put something in the young master's room that would allow him to know the young master's movements at any time, which would make Chris even more abnormal.

When Ayers thought of this, his eyes turned to Chris with awe and shock.

There was a feeling in his eyes that he didn't expect you to be such a pervert.

Chris felt a little uncomfortable when Ayers looked at him.

"If you have nothing to do, go first. If you need to see him, you can tell me. If you must see him, wait until he wakes up. I will let someone tell you after he wakes up."

Chris said to Ayers.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave now, wait until he wakes up."

Ayers nodded, and tiptoed away from Chris in small steps.

Chris watched him walk out of the corridor and thought: It's really strange. I obviously didn't scold him or beat him. Why does he always look so afraid of me?

Green had been woken up and was very irritated. He opened the door and saw Chris standing in the corridor like a pillar, which made him even angrier.

Because he remembered that Ayers had come to see him before, he didn't plan to lose his temper in the corridor. Instead, he walked up to Chris in two steps and grabbed Chris's collar.

Chris came to his senses.

Green pulled Chris's collar and dragged him into the room.

Ayers looked around and observed the situation at the corridor.

There was a bang, and Green closed the door of the room.

Ayers immediately felt that this was a good opportunity.

He tiptoed to the door of the room and eavesdropped, thinking: Humph, you don't allow me to go in, but you turn around and walk in by yourself, what kind of thing is this? Sure enough!

He either really dislikes me, or he really likes the Young Master.

He didn't scold me, nor did he hit me. I was about to go find the Young Master in front of him, but he just told me to leave, and didn't tell me to get out. That means he doesn't really dislike me.

Now one fact can be confirmed.

He really likes the Young Master! Is he afraid that I know? As if there is anyone here who doesn't know. Is there really someone here who doesn't know? Then I really have to stay for two more days and wait and see.

A flame of curiosity rose in Ayers' heart, burning fiercely.

"I want you just to sleep a little longer. Why should I get up when you are awake? This is not fair. The money is already with you, what else do you want? I will take it back sooner or later."

Green pulled Chris's collar, pressed against his face, and shouted at him with a soft and powerless anger and chaotic logic.

In fact, the voice was not very loud, because Green just woke up, so his voice was hoarse. Green also remembered that Ayers might not have walked far, and was worried about being heard, so he lowered the volume.

Moreover, he had no strength now. It seemed that he was pulling Chris's collar, but in fact he was grabbing Chris's collar, so he did not slide down Chris's body to the ground.

His eyelids were trembling now. If he hadn't wanted to argue, he would have fallen asleep.

Chris would never be angry with him, because he would never be angry with himself.

Chris hugged Green, patted his back, and said gently as if he was singing a lullaby to a baby: "Okay, okay. If you want to sleep, then go to sleep. Am I going to wake you up?"

Chris laughed.

Green shook his head and shouted out from his sleepiness: "I'm awake, and you want me to sleep again, what should I do? Besides, isn't Ayers going to look for me? What if he has something important to do?"

"It doesn't matter. If it's really important, he can tell me directly. Since he wants to look for you, it means it's not a very important matter. He just left. Is it possible for him to leave in a hurry?"

Chris asked.

"It seems so."

Green nodded.

Chris picked up Green and put him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, patted his pillow, and whispered to him: "Don't worry about him. If he really has something serious, I'm still here."

"I hate it when I think about it. I could have slept for a long time, but now it's interrupted."

Green clenched his fist angrily and hit the bed.

The bed board creaked.

Chris held Green and said, "You didn't forget it, did you? This thing is very cheap. If you use a little more force, it will fall apart. You don't want to get up early in the morning and wait for me to change your bed."

"It sounds so sad."

Green said with a sob.

"No matter how sad it is, don't you still have me? At worst, I will go out and buy you a new one today, okay?"

Chris asked.

"No! If you buy a new one, you have to spend money, and if you want to buy a good one, it must be more expensive. I can't bear it."

Green held Chris and shook his head.

The fragile bed board made two more noises.

Green was terrified and hugged Chris: "This bed doesn't sound very good. It seems that I am about to lie on the floor. I have said that sleeping on the floor is the best."

"I know, because sleeping on the floor will not collapse no matter what, and you don't need to pay for a new bed separately. If you do something at night, it won't be known to everyone."

Chris patted Green to comfort him.

"Then why can't I sleep on the floor? Why hasn't this bed fallen apart yet?"

Green asked, curled up in Chris's arms.

"Because this bed is a gift. It was left over when the house was purchased, so a portion of the money from the purchase of the house must have been for this bed. It would be a waste to throw it away if it's not rotten."

Chris answered him.

"My money is all with you. This is a sad fact."

Green hugged Chris and pretended to cry.

"This is your own decision. Although everyone who has met you knows that you love money the most, they can't know that your money is with me. This can ensure its safety.

And if you die, the money is in my account, and no one can collect inheritance tax from me. Isn't it because you don't want to pay this money that you put the money with me?"

Chris asked in Green's ear.

"Yes, but it's still very sad to have no money."

Green nodded.

"Okay, okay. What do you want to buy? Just tell me, how can I not give you money?"

Chris asked.

"It's different.

The money you give me is your money, and the money I use is my money.

And if I ask you for money, you will definitely know how much money I asked for, and you may even know what I use it for. This won't be the case if I have my own money."

Green shook his head.

"This can't be helped. And I will know your use of money anyway. It has nothing to do with where you use the money. I will know it even if I don't ask specifically."

Chris said.

"I understand, but I'm a little unhappy."

Green nodded.

He became angry again, so he hammered down part of the bed.

Ayers didn't hear much of their whispered conversation, but he could still hear the bed creaking, especially when the bed inside collapsed, the sound was much louder than talking.

He was surprised for a moment, thinking: It's amazing, so much strength in the early morning, you can actually collapse a bed. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do it. Write it down, write it down.

The young lady must be interested in these things.

Chris opened the door and saw Ayers standing at the door again with an excited expression, and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Sorry, I went the wrong way."

Ayers smiled, turned and left, and ran away from Chris's sight, patting his chest, feeling his heart beating faster, and feeling that he had lived another day.

"We can't delay any longer, let's give him a try."

Green said to Chris.

Chris nodded.

When the bandits rushed in that day, Ayers ran as fast as he could, and those people always found him. After that, he could only hide with Green.

Green saved him, but died.

Before he died, Green asked him to agree to his request, and he agreed.