The more Ding Ning thought about it, the more sense it made. He couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart. He didn't know how to explain this God of War totem clearly, causing him to waste several days in vain.

Returning to the prosperous Huating, Xia Hou couldn't wait to get into the auxiliary building next to the main building, which was equipped with an independent practice room. He probably stayed up all night to try to practice.

Ding Ning noticed a slight sound of deep sleep in his bedroom, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. Luoxue must be the girl who was worried about him and was waiting for him to fall asleep.

For fear of waking her up, Ding Ning tiptoed into the room. Without waiting, he patted a water purification charm on his body to wash away the dust on his body, and carefully held the beauty on the bed in his arms.

The man in his arms slept very soundly, coiling around him like an eight-legged spider before falling into a deep sleep again.

Ding Ning's arms were full of warmth, but her whole body was frozen. The light spot representing falling snow in the sea of ​​​​spirit was clearly still in the next room. The person in her arms might be her, and the hand that climbed to the top was instantly removed as if it was electrocuted.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her, all her desires disappeared, and she secretly complained in her heart. Oh my God, it wasn't Luoxue, it was my sister. Counting this time, this was already the second time I had assaulted my sister's breasts.

He wanted to get out of bed, but his sister was already asleep at the moment, so he didn't dare to move, lest he wake her up and make her more embarrassed. He could only let her soft and mature body nestle in his arms, secretly running the "Bodhicitta", and enter

The state of cultivation where the mind is as still as water.

There was no words for a night. When Ding Ning opened his eyes in the morning, he didn't know when his sister had left. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of the scene last night made his face burn.

"Brother, it's time to get up."

Luoxue made breakfast, carefully got into the room, and softly called Ding Ning, who was sleeping with her eyes closed.

But he was suddenly pulled to the bed by a big hand. During this period, Ding Ning avoided his sister's embarrassment, but it was very hard to endure it. This early in the morning is when the masculinity is strongest, but he could still hold it in, and his room was suddenly full of fragrance.

Spring is endless.

"Brother, my relatives are here."

Luo Xue, whose face was flushed, said softly, but it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, making Ding Ning feel like he was struck by lightning. He wanted to cry but had no tears, and his whole body withered.

Damn it, this is so frustrating. He finally caught the opportunity when his sister was not at home, and wanted to have a love affair, but the red light was hanging on him, which discouraged him.

Luoxue bit her cherry lips lightly and said softly: "Brother, how about I come and help you."

"Forget it, let's get up and have breakfast."

Ding Ning rubbed Luo Xue's head pityingly, and forced herself to refuse.

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Ling called me and said that the restaurant has been renovated. I want to go over and take a look today. Do you think it's okay?"

Luoxue carefully observed his expression, fearing that he would be unhappy.

"Okay, I'll go with you later."

Ding Ning knew that Luoxue was bored at home all day long. Cooking was her biggest hobby, so he naturally wouldn't stop her and said with a smile.

"Brother, you are so kind."

Luoxue showed a happy smile, kissed him like a dragonfly on the lips, and jumped happily like a happy butterfly and ran out, scattering laughter like silver bells all over the place.

Ding Ning's eyes showed a trace of doting and tenderness, and he shouted loudly: "Slow down, don't fall."

The twelve pretty little nannies downstairs looked at each other, and one nanny, Xia He, murmured enviously: "The relationship between the young master and the second lady is really good. I wish I had such a loving brother."

"The relationship between the eldest lady and the young master is also very good."

Another nanny, Qiu Ju, said unconvinced.

"Although the relationship between the eldest lady and the young master is good, there is always a bit of a gap. It's not like the second lady and the young master are on good terms... like a couple."

Xia He blinked his big eyes and said wisely. "Shh, Xia He, what nonsense are you talking about? If Butler Zhang knows that you are talking behind your back, your salary will be deducted."

Dongmei, a nanny she had become friends with, changed her expression, covered her mouth and warned her.

"I see!"

Xia He looked at Butler Zhang who was walking quickly and slowly with lingering fear, and spat out his sweet tongue with lingering fear.

Didn't they come here to work as nannies just to earn more money? But Butler Zhang had their lifeline in check, and he would deduct their salary at every turn. He kept them in check, making them hate and hate Butler Zhang.

Afraid, respectful and in awe.

But what surprised the nannies was that Butler Zhang, who had always been rigid, strict and unsmiling, actually had a spring breeze smile on his lips today. He seemed to be in a good mood, and even his voice became a little softer: "Master, are you up?"

"The young master is washing up and will come down with the second lady later."

Xia He replied respectfully.

Butler Zhang waved his hand: "You go and do your work."

"yes!"

The twelve nannies had strange looks on their faces, but they didn't dare to ask any more questions. They all bowed and dispersed.

"Qiu Ju, what do you think happened to Butler Zhang today? He seems to be in a good mood."

Xia He was a little bitch, she couldn't wait to whisper as soon as she left to go upstairs to clean.

Qiu Ju looked thoughtful: "An old foreign devil sent the young lady back last night. Butler Zhang and I went to open the door together. When Butler Zhang saw the old foreign devil, he looked very excited, as if he knew him.

, I don’t know if it has anything to do with this.”

"Old foreign devil? What kind of old foreign devil?"

Xia He suddenly flashed his big eyes, broke the casserole and asked what happened.

"I don't know how to put it. Anyway, I feel that the old foreigner looks a bit like Butler Zhang. They both dress seriously, and their manners, manners, and demeanor are all like that of a gentleman."

Qiu Ju scratched her head in distress, "I can't tell, it's just like what Butler Zhang said all day long..."

"Aristocratic etiquette?"

Xia He blurted out.

"Yes, yes, it's aristocratic etiquette. The old foreign devil looked like a nobleman, and he even chatted with Butler Zhang for a few words. You don't know, but Butler Zhang's excited old face was all smiles. His attitude towards the foreign devil was quite different.

The eldest lady is still respectful."

Qiu Ju nodded repeatedly and said with a gossipy face: "I heard that Butler Zhang used to be a housekeeper in a foreign noble family. Isn't that foreign devil his former master?"

Xia He grinned and guessed maliciously: "I heard that Butler Zhang has no children. Do you think he is the same as the foreign devil?"

"Which one?" Qiu Ju asked with a confused look.

Xia He chuckled and whispered something in her ear. Qiu Ju flushed with embarrassment and spat: "You damn girl, don't talk nonsense there, let Butler Zhang hear it.

Be careful to tear your broken mouth."

Xia He stuck out his tongue and said, "If he hadn't been an old lover with the foreign Japanese, why would he be so excited to see the foreign Japanese and be in such a good mood today?"

"Shh, morning young master."

Qiu Ju's expression changed, and she quickly pulled Xia He's arm to signal.

Xia He looked up and saw Ding Ning walking towards him with a half-smiling smile. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly bowed and said, "Good morning, young master!"

"morning!"

Ding Ning replied warmly, passed them and walked downstairs.

Just when Xia He breathed a sigh of relief, the young master's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Xiao Xia He, don't be so gossipy in the future. It is very impolite to make random speculations behind others' backs."

Xia He trembled all over and turned around in shock, only to see the young master walking towards the dining table without looking back. Butler Zhang diligently helped him pull out the chair.

"Xia He, what's wrong with you? Let's go!"

Qiu Ju pulled Xia He, who was in a daze, with a confused face. She didn't know why she was in a daze.

"Qiu Ju, did you hear the young master just now?"

Xia He swallowed and asked with a ghostly expression on his face.

"No, the young master didn't say anything. Xia He, what's wrong with you today? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Qiu Ju reached out and touched her forehead, "It's not hot."

"Oh, I'm fine, maybe it's a hallucination!"

Xia He lowered her head in confusion. She was extremely shocked. She believed that she had definitely heard correctly. Who was that handsome young master? He could actually speak in her head. It was really terrifying.

While eating breakfast, Ding Ning flipped through today's newspapers and casually asked Butler Zhang, who was standing beside him but hesitant to speak: "Uncle Zhang, are you okay?"

"Master, the eldest lady said you know Director Holman?"

Butler Zhang rubbed his hands awkwardly. For a person who always demands himself according to the etiquette standards of aristocrats, it can be seen how excited and uneasy he is in his heart.

"Holman?"

Ding Ning was startled, stopped what he was doing, looked at his enthusiastic eyes, and suddenly understood why Xia He chewed his ear from behind. This is clearly how fans feel when they see their idol, and he laughed dumbly and said: "

We know each other, what’s wrong?”

"Well, Master, can I ask you a favor? Get an autograph from Director Holman for me."

Butler Zhang looked like a primary school student who saw his teacher, his face turned red and he said coyly.

"What? Are you still a fan of Holman?"

Ding Ning had never seen Uncle Zhang like this before and couldn't help but joke.

Butler Zhang smiled sheepishly, with a look of fanatical admiration in his eyes: "When I was studying etiquette at the English Noble Etiquette School forty years ago, Director Holman was the honorary principal of our school. I had the honor to listen to

His aristocratic etiquette lesson, from then on he became
To be continued...