What does it mean to be closer?

With a flash of light in his mind, Jiang Chuyan suddenly thought of the answer and asked incredulously, "Do you want to be my father?!"

In middle school, the most common joke among boys was probably "I want to be your father".

This kind of joke is boring and childish, and Jiang Chuyan doesn't like it at all.

Jiang Chuyan's chest heaved and heaved angrily, his snow-white cheeks bulged, and he was about to explode with anger, "You are dreaming!"

"Scumbag! You don't deserve it!"

The young man had just cried, and his soft voice contained a cry, as if he was acting like a spoiled child when he scolded others.

Seeing the young master shed tears, it was like stabbing a knife in Yu Yuan's heart, and it hurt bloody.

Yu Yuan wiped the corners of the boy's red eyes with his fingertips, and sighed helplessly: "I'm a scumbag. I deserve to die for my crimes, I'll be slashed with a thousand swords, the young master is going to beat me hard, don't cry anymore."

"You're not guilty enough to die, you don't need a thousand cuts." Jiang Chuyan muttered softly, with tears in his peach blossom eyes, softly acting like a spoiled child: "You asked me to beat you up, but you must not regret it or become angry. ."

"I don't regret it. Young master can beat him any way he wants."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Chuyan slammed Yu Yuan's chest with a few fists with a hard "dong dong dong", and his strike was not ambiguous at all.

Yu Yuan seemed to be made of iron, and his chest was harder than iron.

It hurt a lot when he hammered it, but he didn't see any uncomfortable reaction from Yu Yuan.

Jiang Chuyan bit his lower lip and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to beat people. This is not bullying Yu Yuan, but torturing himself.

Jiang Chuyan escaped from Yu Yuan's arms and mumbled, "Hmph, I don't want to talk to you."

His arms suddenly became empty, and Yu Yuan looked helplessly spoiled.

What should he do with the young master. Reluctant to scold, but also reluctant to fight.

If you hold it in the palm of your hand, it will break, and if you hold it in your mouth, it will melt, so you can only pamper it on the tip of your heart.

"Mr. Yu, it's already here," said the driver driving in front.

Jiang Chuyan looked forward to the driver.

He had never met this driver before. This driver was not from the Jiang family, but probably from Yu Yuan's subordinates.

This shows that Yu Yuan has already mastered a part of the power.

But in the original novel, Yu Yuan was still dormant in the Jiang family and was bullied and humiliated, and was not recognized by the Yu family at all. The plot of the original book is like a wild horse that has run away from its rein, and it has run so far that it can't even find its shadow.

On such trivial matters, Jiang Chuyan didn't want to play tricks on Yu Yuan, and asked directly, "Is the driver yours?"

Yu Yuan put his right hand around his waist. Hearing this question, he frankly said, "It's really mine."

Jiang Chuyan's amber eyes were vigilant, "Have you placed your person beside me? Who else?!"

Yu Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then changed the subject, "Let's go home first."

Yu Yuan wrapped the boy's body in a black windbreaker and hugged the boy into his arms.

The car door was suddenly opened, and a biting cold wind rushed in, making people shiver.

Jiang Chuyan closed his mouth and shrank into the man's arms.

The man's embrace is warm and comfortable, isolating most of the cold outside, giving him a sense of security.

Jiang Chuyan was already drunk, so drunk that he was stupefied. I cried in the car, and I was so tired that I didn't even want to move my fingertips.

He curled up in Yu Yuan's arms and let Yu Yuan carry him into the villa.

Go back to the bedroom of the villa.

Jiang Chuyan was placed on the bed, and his body fell into soft cotton wool.

He rubbed his eyes and muttered, "My face is a little uncomfortable."

The young master's cheeks were flushed, his long and thick eyelashes were glued together, and there were tears at the end of his eyes, which were the traces of crying just now.

"Wait a minute, young master, I'll get a hot towel."

Jiang Chuyan snorted coldly from his nose, and ordered arrogantly and willfully: "Go and come back quickly."

Yu Yuan walked to the living room.

The butler's attitude was submissive, and he couldn't help but be a little worried, "Mr. Yu, is the young master alright?"

The housekeeper saw Yu Yuan go to the bar with a gloomy face to catch someone today, as if he wanted a shark.

Yu Yuan said coldly, "It's okay."

The housekeeper spoke hesitantly and advised: "Young master is young and playful, you must not know the same as the young master. After a while, the young master will slowly converge, you..."

Yu Yuan interrupted the housekeeper impatiently, "Just say what you want to say, no need to beat around the bush."

The housekeeper glanced at the man fearfully, and begged humbly: "Can you stop bullying the young master. The young master is not in good health and can't bear you."

"It's not your turn to point fingers at me."

There was a smile on the corner of Yu Yuan's lips, and his voice was sarcastic, "Having stayed at Jiang's house for too long, has Butler Li forgot his true identity?"

The butler froze all over, and lowered his head very low, "Yes, sir."

Who would have thought that the housekeeper who had worked in the Jiang family for seven or eight years was actually a member of the Yu family behind his back.

Yu Yuan's face was ashen, and he coldly commanded: "In the future, when I'm not at home, look after the young master. What happened today must never happen a second time."

The housekeeper bowed his head in a humble and respectful manner, "Yes, I understand."

Walking to the bathroom, Yu Yuan took a clean towel and planned to wipe the young master's face. He dampened the towel with hot water and wrung it dry.

Regarding matters related to the young master, Yu Yuan has always done it himself.

Go back to the bedroom.

Jiang Chuyan was lying on the bed, eyes half-closed, his face flushed, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Yu Yuan gently wiped the boy's tear-stained face with a hot towel, moving cautiously, for fear that the young master would not sleep well.

"Young master's clothes smelled of alcohol. It may be uncomfortable to wear. I have prepared clean clothes for the young master."

Yu Yuan put the clean clothes on the side of the boy's bed, and asked in a gentle voice, "Do you need me to change the young master's clothes?"

"I don't want to wear clothes, I'm so hot!" Jiang Chuyan frowned uncomfortably and rolled over on the bed uncomfortably.