God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

In the corridor filled with blood mist, the servants shook their heads in a daze.

The butler who was following the earl had a thick layer of cold sweat on his back, which made him a little scared.

If, if someone really follows him and sees something, then he can only become "trash"...

Thinking of what would happen if he became trash, the housekeeper closed his eyes in pain.

Fortunately, there was no one.

The Earl looked at everyone's frightened expressions and was filled with doubts, but he still waved his hand: "Everyone, go down and have a good rest to prepare for the "Night Festival" in the evening. "

The servants hunched back slowly and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Only the frightened old housekeeper and the count, who had no discernible expression, were left.

As soon as the servant left, the housekeeper fell to his knees with a pop.

He lowered his head and wished he could lie on the ground, his voice trembling and fearful: "Earl, Earl, I, I was wrong, I didn't close the door properly..."

The Count made no reply.

He lowered his head and looked at the old man who was almost lying on the ground in front of him. His scarlet eyes were as weird as blood: "Don't let it happen again."

The butler's kneeling body was shaken.

The earl said: "Sure enough, the body's functions will decline when people get old, so go back and rest."

"housekeeper."

After the count finished speaking, he walked back to the room and closed the door without looking at the housekeeper who was almost collapsed into a puddle of mud on the ground.

The old housekeeper who was still frightened outside the door stood upright with his hands and feet weakly holding on to the wall. Panting heavily, he glanced at the closed door tremblingly, then withdrew his gaze as if he had been electrocuted, and walked slowly deeper into the corridor. .

When the corridor fell into dead silence again, the blood mist that had been stunned by the crowd slowly condensed again and floated in the corridor.

Yang Jingshu's body ached as she squatted on the chandelier, almost curling up into a ball. She loosened the iron claw chain wrapped around her body as silently as possible, let it hook on the hook of the chandelier, and jumped down lightly and breathlessly.

After coming down, Yang Jingshu only had time to glance at the closed door. The two mechanized arms quickly turned into normal arms, swinging naturally with her movements.

[Damn it, no one knows I was so scared just now]

[I was also frightened... If it weren't for Yang Dayou's skills, she might not have been able to come back]

[It’s really scary, that count is so scary]

[So "secret slave" means ahem, does that mean? 】

【...I feel a bit like...】

[Hahaha... So when the recruiter recommended He Ziyun to be a "secret slave" at the beginning, it means um, um, everyone knows what it means, right]

[Uh-huh, what, isn’t it just a nurturing thing? Is there anything bad to say]

[…Ha, do you really think you’re being fostered? Your life is pretty much guaranteed, right? 】

【…】

When Yang Jingshu returned to the house, she dared to lean against the door and start breathing calmly.

Fang Ran on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware that Yang Jingshu, who was sharing the bed, had gone out and returned.

Yang Jingshu's mind was terribly confused now, and there seemed to be severe pain in her temples, as if there were many invisible needles poking her brain.

This is the aftereffect that occurs when the brain experiences strenuous exercise or fear.

Yang Jingshu lowered her eyelids, gave up the idea of ​​taking a shower, forced herself to lie on the bed with her sore hands and feet, and slowly closed her eyelids.

She is so tired.

Yang Jingshu therefore missed Fang Ran who suddenly opened her eyes next to her.

In the dark room, only the wind occasionally blowing through the window would make the curtains make noise, but there was more of a dead silence.

Fang Ran turned over, and she quietly looked at Yang Jingshu's peaceful sleeping face. Her eyes rested on the other person's red arms for several seconds. Finally, she sighed, moved closer to Yang Jingshu, and closed her eyes.

……

Late at night.

The young man in the tree hole closed his eyes tightly, and a large amount of cold sweat kept breaking out from his forehead, like a series of transparent beads sliding down his cheeks.

"You have to be good."

The five-year-old boy was standing in the all-white corridor of the training center. In front of him was a woman wearing a white coat with waist-length hair.

The woman squatted in front of him and touched his head. Her delicate and fair face was full of joy: "Xiaoyun, Mr. He who adopted you is a kind man. After he becomes your father, he will definitely be very good to you."

The little boy was a little confused. He looked at the woman squatting in front of him, stretched out his tender little arms like lotus roots and timidly hugged the woman's neck, and said dullly: "Mom, Dean, do I have to be adopted?"

The woman known as Mother Dean looked a little pale. She hugged the little boy's chubby body back, her voice filled with confusion and pain that the child could not understand.

"Being adopted by a good family is much better than staying in a foster care center."

The dean’s mother gently touched the little boy’s head and said, “When you arrive at your new home, you must be obedient.”

The chubby, white and tender little boy nodded vigorously and smiled very cutely: "I know it. I will definitely listen to the new father and become the most obedient baby."

The dean's mother couldn't help but smile: "That's good, Xiaoyun will definitely live a very, very happy life..."

The little boy smiled particularly brightly.

In the blink of an eye, the little boy wearing an ill-fitting suit was held by the dean's mother and pulled to the front of a very luxurious manor.

The little boy was a little scared. He subconsciously held the dean's mother's hand, and tears of panic welled up in his eyes.

The dean's mother did not coax him this time. She reached out and pressed the bell. Soon, the door of the manor was opened, and a middle-aged man in a tuxedo came out.

He glanced down at the little boy clinging to the woman's side, and then said, "Sir, I'm waiting for you in the living room."

The dean’s mother nodded, bent down, picked up the little boy and walked into the manor.

The man sitting drinking tea in the living room is tall, with handsome and elegant features. He is probably in his thirties and very gentle.

He smiled when he saw the woman walking in with her child in her arms, but did not get up: "Please sit down."

The dean's mother sat down cautiously and hugged the little boy tightly in her arms who didn't want to let go.

The man didn't show any displeasure. He looked seriously at the little boy who was sitting quietly on the woman's lap, not crying or fussing. His eyes moved around the other person's face and he said with satisfaction: "He looks very beautiful. of omega.”

The little boy felt that the dean's mother's hand holding him was much tighter, which hurt a little.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so he lowered his head and said nothing.

"Yes, I hope you can treat him well. He is a very obedient child."

The little boy heard the dean's mother say this.

Is this his future father?

The little boy looked up as he thought.

The gentle and elegant-looking man noticed his gaze, and his smile grew wider: "Of course."

"I will pamper him well."