The old man looked at the middle-aged man beside him, and the man said, "Go to the second floor first, then go upstairs and turn left for the second room."

Chen Xing made a sigh in his heart, and he was quite handsome, and went upstairs with his luggage.

Entering the room, a smell of dust hit his face, Chen Xing choked twice, walked over and opened the window.

The cool breeze poured into the room and blew the gray window screens. It was dark outside, and didn't know what time it was. Chen Xing was not afraid of getting dirty, he threw his luggage beside the bed, jumped forward on the bed, sneezed, rubbed his nose, and fell asleep.

Who knows that when he wakes up, Chen Xing is no longer his own.

He was dreaming of eating roast chicken, and a pair of soft hands pushed him softly: "Hey! Hey!"

Chen Xing threw his hand to a soft place.

Chen Xing is at the age of development. He can never eat enough or sleep enough. If he is not given sleep, he will beat someone if he disagrees.

Suddenly, a scream came from his ear, which made his eardrums burst. He opened his eyes and saw a girl about his age looking at him angrily, and he was startled: "Who are you? "

"I woke you up! Didn't you hear me?!" the girl said angrily, "You pervert! Disgusting!"

Chen Xing was named a lecher for no reason, and his face was also very stinky, and he frowned at her. He didn't care about the little girl, but he would also be unhappy.

He glanced at the girl a few times, her face suddenly turned red, and her voice softened: "Go downstairs, Mr. Lin has already arrived."

Chen Xing was at a loss and was pulled downstairs by her.

The downstairs has been cleaned briefly, the curtains of the hall are drawn, and the dust in the air is not carefully smelled, but it is still like that.

A large group of people surrounded a young man in a suit, and Chen Xing wanted to laugh very much with a respectful look.

Lin Xiucheng was also very helpless today.

The matter is very simple, that is, the Chen family owes him a sum of money that is not much to him, but is the straw that broke the camel's back for the Chen family.

His second uncle helped him collect the money. don't know what happened. He promised that the Chen family would deposit a beautiful little grandson with him. If he had the money, he would redeem it, and the young master would return to Lin Xiucheng. These days, he can do whatever he wants.

Lin Xiucheng was almost laughed at by his second uncle. He didn't have much to do that day. Thinking of the report his subordinates gave him a few nights ago, he came to Chen's house to see what his second uncle wanted to do.

Standing and being complimented by the old and young Chen family, Lin Xiucheng frowned and waved, telling them to stop.

Suddenly heard light laughter on the stairs.

A boy with disheveled hair came down the stairs and smiled at them.

"Hello," the boy said casually, "you are Mr. Lin right?"

The girl beside him was surprised that he was so bold, and pulled his sleeves to tell him to shut up.

Really nice. This was Lin Xiucheng's first reaction. Chen Xing's hair was black, which made his face white like porcelain. His lips were bright red with a hint of luster. He had just woken up with a pillow print on his face, and a pair of watery peach blossom eyes looked at him frivolously.

It's a pity that he really has no interest in boys, not to mention that this boy is only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Lin Xiucheng likes women with pointed faces, big breasts, thin waists and long legs. All these years after he came back to take over the Lin family, the family's few old idiots wanted to squeeze the daughters of his interest partners into his side to force marriage and childbirth, forcing him to reduce his desire to find a partner. His second uncle had a ghost in his heart. He heard rumors that he had changed his taste and found a beautiful little boy to please him.

Lin Xiucheng didn't want to do this, he kept a decent smile and said to the old man in the wheelchair: "Mr. Chen, if you have something to say, a big living person, just give it to me, who's to die? "

Chen Xing heard that the door was coming, and he was sold by these beasts.

"Can someone explain it to me?" The bully Chen Xing came to London to do a big business, not a small slave.

"Chen Xing," said the middle-aged man who called him upstairs yesterday, "I don't have the right to speak here."

Chen Xing retorted: "If you don't speak now, do you have to wait for me to be played to death?"

Lin Xiucheng sounded interesting, this young man knew about his betrayal even later than himself. The Chen family's gang of old and confused people are doing nothing but stupid things, but this Chen Xing is more fun than them.

"What are you? A wild breed, who dares to be presumptuous in the main house!" The middle-aged man's wife yelled at him in a shrill voice, "Did you not read what was agreed before you came, you are now one of our Chen family members dog!"

Chen Xing was stunned: "What agreement?"

The agreement was signed by President Chen.

Dean Chen said that his family was going to bring him back to the United Kingdom to recognize his ancestors. The United Kingdom is much better than Qingcheng. It is a prosperous metropolis. He also asked Chen Xing not to forget to come back to see them in the future.

Chen Xing didn't want to sign, Qingcheng was his prosperous metropolis, but looking at Dean Chen's eagerly looking forward to it, Chen Xing thought about it and signed his name.

In the middle of the process, he didn't read the contract at all. At this moment, when the middle-aged woman called, he felt something was wrong.

"Your father recognized you back to the Chen family. You are the dog of my Chen family. You do whatever we ask you to do. We donated 200,000 yuan to that orphanage and bought you. How much is it worth?!"

Chen Xing was stunned. After all, he is only a teenager who has not had his sixteenth birthday yet. He has natural trust in President Chen, who has watched him grow up. Leng Leng, depressed down.

Lin Xiucheng watched the show happily.

He usually has no sympathy, with a cold smile on his face and a dark heart. Today, seeing this flamboyant young man suddenly depressed, for the first time in his life, he felt a little uncomfortable.

When Lin Xiucheng was 22 years old, his grandfather was paralyzed by a stroke. He was a junior in the United States and came back overnight to stay beside his grandfather's bed.

Lin Xiucheng once suspected that his life would be hard to overcome. His parents died in a plane crash very early, and now his only close relative is going to leave him. When he returned home in a hurry, his grandfather lay dying upstairs, and a few old men who had bought his life for the Lin family had already stood downstairs, blocking him like a wolf and asking him to let go.