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Chapter 10

Until the figure of Song Jiao disappeared from the school gate, Xu Jinchao still had the association of fluffy milk tea-colored kittens floating in his mind.

The same delicate and soft, beautiful and lovely, the voice is soft and sweet, the eyes are timid and fearful, and when he reaches out his hand, he picks it up and holds it in his arms...

It's like!

Xu Jinchao's heart was so soft that he was a little itchy and uneasy, and it seemed that he was also lightly trampled by the imaginary cute kitten with a pad.

She let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt that she should have a cat.

Immediately, he shook his head again, dismissing the thought.

Right now my life is by no means safe.

The existence of Xu Boyang is not only the strongest reliance of [Xu Jinchao], but also the biggest constraint.

Yesterday, after she finished her unpalatable lunch at Xu's house, she was taken to the study by the high-spirited Xu Boyang to continue chatting.

Xu Boyang chose to live in the large suite on the southwest side of the second floor. Xu Jinchao followed him up the stairs and through the corridor, with the carved wooden doors beside him tightly closed along the way.

Perhaps the ancestors of the Xu family were once prosperous, so they planned so many rooms when designing and constructing the main manor house, but now only Xu Boyang lives in this gorgeous building with dozens of bedrooms.

When he truly realized this fact, Xu Jinchao was a little frightened and dizzy, and uncontrollably gave birth to many messy thoughts.

Whether these rooms have not been cleaned for a long time and have accumulated dust for ten or even decades; what would it feel like to walk alone in this dead corridor at night, is there really no other guests here...

Xu Boyang led her into the study of the suite. His face turned red from the alcohol intake, and his sitting posture became much more relaxed and loose than before.

The middle-aged man's figure has begun to lose shape. Even if he wears a gray plaid vest over his shirt, he can still see a little fat on his waist and abdomen.

He cut off the cigar cap and pinched the stout body between his fingers.

Xu Jinchao understood, struck the match and lit the pine stick, leaned over and handed the flame.

Xu Boyang took the cigar in his mouth, put the other end on the pine wood flame and baked it, inhaled and exhaled, turned his fingers, and exhaled smoke with a strong aroma of tobacco.

He blew out the flame of the eggplant tail, and Xu Jinzao also threw off the fire on the pine wood strips and put it aside.

Xu Boyang leaned back on the sofa, took a cigar in his mouth, and inhaled slowly.

He stared at his daughter, the high arches of his eyebrows cast shadows at the sockets of his eyes, and the light of two candles in the dark field flickered in his eyes.

Xu Jinchao sat under the scrutiny of this deceitful old wolf.

"You have to know," Xu Boyang took a deep breath of cigarettes and exhaled them through his lungs. He squeezed the cigar's hand and lighted it at his daughter, "Omegas are just an accessory, don't hold them too high, lift them up to be with you. equal status."*

His throat vibrated, and he let out a small hum, seemingly casual and disdainful.

"When people get something that doesn't belong to them, they are often not grateful, but instead increase their ambition and hatred."