Became a vicious male mother

98

"I'm new to the villa."

Without hesitation, the person reached out, grabbed a piece of bread, and stuffed it directly into their mouth.

The remaining few slices of bread were eaten.

Seeing Gu Xinglan's pale face, he grinned, revealing his large teeth.

The airflow in the kitchen was almost stagnant.

Gu Xinglan took several steps back, regained her composure, and after a long while said:

What kind of work do you do?

"Don't we usually ask your name first? My name is Song Zhengsi. I drive, wash and clean cars, repair appliances, and manage warehouses..."

The person speaking enthusiastically spread out their fingers and counted them one by one, seemingly unable to stop.

He couldn't possibly take the people who appeared at the Changgu villa in stride.

With a slight sense of vigilance in her heart, Gu Xinglan subtly observed the person in front of her.

Could it be someone sent by Li Taihe?

Before he could think it through, the other party interrupted:

"Do you still want this half of the bread? If not, I'll eat it all." The tone was firm.

There were only a few bread slices left in the transparent bag. Gu Xinglan glanced at the transparent cabinet and glass display case, which contained no ready-to-eat food: "If you eat the rest of the bread, what are we going to do for breakfast?"

There was no chef or errand runner in the villa.

"That's why I have you!"

The person speaking was very outgoing, and their voice carried an accent from some unknown region.

"If you can make me breakfast tomorrow morning, I'll call you 'brother'."

Song Zhengsi was very proper, wearing a navy blue long-sleeved shirt and brown cloth shoes, and his whole body smelled faintly of engine oil.

When you look at him, your eyes are so innocent and pure.

It's hard to believe this is Li Taihe's person.

“Okay…” Gu Xinglan turned her head away, avoiding the other person’s overly clear gaze: “I’ll cook something, do you want some?”

The only thing he can offer is noodles.

He can manage as long as he doesn't cook a big meal by boiling some noodles to fill his stomach or by heating oil in a pan.

"I just ate, thanks bro. I haven't asked your name yet."

"..."

"Gu Xinglan".

He now stands openly in Changgu, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, no longer living in fear.

Which man?

“The “lan” in “lanshan”.

……

Put the eggs in the pot, stir until fragrant, then add the noodles in cold water. Finally, pour the contents of the pot into a bowl and squeeze in a few pumps of tomato sauce.

System: [Host, do you want to cook noodles for the task target?]

There's an old saying among you humans: "A weasel paying respects to a chicken is up to no good."

"Can't I always ask something in return for a gift?"

Gu Xinglan held the bowl and slowly walked towards someone's room.

Go through the long corridor.

From every window, you can see the full moon outside.

Moonlight streamed through the window, mingling with the corridor lights and softening the light on the person holding the bowl.

No one knew how this gentle and refined person, so clear and bright, would threaten the people in the room later.

A few knocks.

He softened his knocking, slowly straightened his face, furrowed his brows, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Judging from that look, it's an expression that only appears when one places oneself in a superior position.

How can it not be considered a unity of knowledge and action if one can apply what they have learned in their profession to acting, which is completely unrelated to acting?

He secretly comforted himself.

The longer he stayed in this world, the more he separated the Li He Tai of this world from the Li He Tai of his memories.

The reason is simple: these two people are not the same person at all.

Even the world of Li and Tai sometimes makes him want to support them.

The door creaked open softly.

The room was brightly lit, just as it had been when he first entered it.

The clean places remained as clean as ever, while the dusty places still looked gloomy.

no one?

I just saw a child peeking out of the window in this room.

He spent no more than thirty minutes in the kitchen.

Where could Li Hetai go in the next half hour?

"Butler, do you know where the young master is?"

Gu Xinglan, concerned about the time elapsed, took out her phone and called the butler. The butler's voice came through the phone:

[Mr. Gu, I'll introduce you tomorrow. Are you going to see Young Master Li ahead of schedule?]

……

His tone was inexplicably authoritative, carrying an air of unassailable solemnity.

This was completely different from the butler he had faced when he was still "Madam Li," which made him straighten his posture.

Gu Xinglan fell silent, barely daring to breathe.

I suppose he's a worker at the villa now.

It's a big no-no for workers to take it upon themselves to contact the young owner of the villa without permission.

"No, I wanted to ask if the young master would like a midnight snack."

My gaze fell on the porcelain bowl, whose heat had slowly dissipated.

The sticky noodles, tinged with an eerie red color, were slowly clumping together and looked utterly unappetizing.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Gu Xinglan tentatively asked, "Thank you, butler. Did I disturb you?"

After using honorifics, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before an aged voice spoke:

[Okay, Mr. Gu, please get some rest.]

After hanging up the phone, Gu Xinglan slumped wearily onto the sofa, resting her forehead on her hand, feeling drowsy.

System: [Since the target hasn't locked the door, it means he's already discovered you. Perhaps the host should look outside?]

He noticed it as soon as he arrived.

New surveillance cameras have been installed in the passageways nearby...

In the day and a half since he left the auction, almost every passageway and hall inside the villa has been fitted with a round machine that emits red dots.

It's difficult to explore as freely as before.

Given his current status at the villa, the Li family is number one, the butler is number two, and he and the employee surnamed Song are number one.

But clearly, that guy surnamed Song is just like him; neither of them follows the rules of the villa.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have met in the kitchen.

A rebellious feeling of breaking the rules welled up inside him, causing him both pleasure and pain...

As her eyelids grew heavier, Gu Xinglan couldn't help but close her eyes and drift off to sleep.

I don't know how long he was unconscious.

I just felt an unusual heaviness in my head.

It was cramped and confined; I felt like I was about to ferment into gas.

too hot.

Gu Xinglan's eyes were calm, her throat was dry, and every breath felt like it was being torn apart.

The scent of ylang-ylang aggressively filled my nasal cavity, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression.

A faint sound came from beside my ear:

[Young Master, did you see anyone?]

[No. ]

If you encounter any rude people, please be sure to inform me, and I will resolve the matter for you.

……

Solve it? Solve what? Fire him?

It felt like there were parasites in my brain, constantly attacking my remaining rationality.

His mind was filled with thoughts of being fired, leaving Lai Ho Tai, and ultimately facing annihilation.

There was a "squeak" sound.

Several beams of light suddenly burst in.

A strange and indifferent face suddenly appeared.

In an instant, everything in my mind became clear.

It turned out that the housekeeper came looking for me just as I was falling into a deep sleep.

He was so frightened that he hid in the closet... and then drifted off to sleep again...

"You have a fever."

fever?

Gu Xinglan tightened her face and reached out to grab the person inside.

The inertia caused the wardrobe to fall heavily to the ground with a "bang," almost completely sewn shut.

Inside the dimly lit and scorching hot space.

Gu Xinglan lowered her voice and gripped the other person's forearm with almost all her strength.

"Li Hetai, have you eaten the noodles I left outside?"

"..."

"You ate it, didn't you?"

"It's fallen." The child's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, sounding unfamiliar and mechanical.

"You ate it! I can smell the tomato on your breath!"

In fact, he couldn't distinguish anything. The only thing that made him clear-headed and fearful was the scent of ylang-ylang in the closet that went straight to his cerebral cortex.

I could feel my forearm starting to detach.

He clearly felt that he was very strong and had a firm grip on the person.

But it vanished like a bubble in the next second.

If you can't hold on tight, the arm under your palm will slip away easily, like an eel.

"Li Hetai!"

When he spoke, his voice was even hoarser than the silent child's.

He really has a fever. Is it because of too much stress?

The auction, which lasted only a day and a half, kept him in a state of high concentration, not to mention his emotions, which, like a mudslide, meandered and undulated along the peaks and valleys during a downpour.

Now, Gu Xinglan moved her lips, but couldn't muster any heart-wrenching emotion; she could only speak in a low voice.

His voice was so soft he could barely hear it, his tone excessively calm and emotionless, with only one thought in his mind: "Li Hetai, you ate my noodles, do you still consider me the owner of Changgu Villa?"