He is cold and distant

"Master Fanxu and Master Yuanzhu, it's time for breakfast." Steward Kun walked to Bian Fanxu and Mu Yuanzhu, reminding them.

The two of them were interrupted by Butler Kun, and they didn't continue to discuss in detail. They stood up together, turned and went back to the living room, washed their hands again, and sat down at the dining table.

Seeing the actions of these two people, Bian Zimo didn't ask any more questions. After all, the hero's current plot is only halfway through, and things still have development in the future.

But how this will develop in the end, to be honest, he doesn't care too much, because in his opinion, his role has changed now.

But he was still a little curious about where the position behind it would change.

Fully aware of the development of this novel world, if you think about it carefully, you will find it a bit boring. Like now, the truth is half-hidden in it, and sometimes, you may even get some surprises and surprises.

Ten minutes later, after several people had breakfast, Bian Fanxu went out to the pottery shop, preparing to bring the baked things from there.

Mu Yuanzhu went to the Lu family again. Although he wanted to stay with the young master for a while longer, he couldn't do so before he was fully capable.

Because of that, the future development may overlap with the picture in his memory, and he does not allow that kind of thing to happen again.

For him, once is enough, this time he will definitely not be like last time.

Bian Zimo still didn't go out, and there are no people or things against him now, which really makes him feel a little at ease.

But soon, a person came to accompany him to pass the time.

"Mo, I haven't seen you for more than a week, do you miss me?" Lang Mingfeng came to Bian's house after breakfast, and walked into the living room, half-joking with Bian Zimo.

"I don't want to." Bian Zimo didn't follow Lang Ming's words, but raised his eyebrows slightly, "But you didn't reply to my message yesterday, isn't it a bit impolite?"

You send a message, I will reply to your message, similarly, I will reply to your message, and you will also reply to the message.

"Mo..." Lang Mingfeng smiled helplessly, "Are you embarrassing me on purpose?"

"How can this be considered difficult?" Bian Zimo looked composed, "Didn't you ask me?"

He really didn't want to embarrass Lang Mingfeng, he just said some gossip to tease him on a whim.

"I asked." Lang Mingfeng admitted that he asked first, "But... Mo, I am a mortal, and you are also a mortal."

"Can we, don't want gifts that are beyond reach from the sky?" Lang Mingfeng sometimes has no other choice for Bian Zimo.

"Then give me a knife." Bian Zimo didn't continue to embarrass Lang Mingfeng, and said in a flat tone.

"Knife?" Lang Mingfeng said with a hint of interest, "Mo, what do you want that thing for? Is there someone who provoked you again?"

"Just tell me about this kind of thing, and you don't have to deal with it yourself." Lang Mingfeng immediately continued.

He didn't want Mo to do such bloody hands, but he himself didn't care.

Some people are born evil, and though he is not one of them, he can do evil for him just as well.

"Your thoughts... are a bit poisonous." Bian Zimo didn't have any exact gift he wanted.

Things that are too exquisite can only be placed there for a look, and things that are too rough can only be thrown away in the corner.

But sharp and practical things can make people feel comfortable when using them. If someone grabs your ankle, you can chop off the thing that is in the way.

Or, if someone strangles your neck, you can simply cut his throat with a knife.

The red and hot blood is used to pay homage to the knife edge of the soul who has not passed away. If he comes to hate, he will return it with blood.

"Mo, I don't agree with what you said." Lang Mingfeng seemed to have some truth in his words, "In this world, there is no clear distinction between good and evil, let alone evil thoughts?"

"Even if I do what you said in the future, I don't think I will do anything to hurt you." Lang Mingfeng has always been a sober person.

He clearly understands where his position is and where his feelings for people are.

"I know." Bian Zimo knew that what Lang Mingfeng said was not a lie, "I just said it casually, you seem to be a little serious."

"Mo, shouldn't this be your fault?" Lang Mingfeng didn't treat many people seriously and sincerely.

Bian Zimo is one of them, maybe the last one.

"If you say blame me, then blame me." Bian Zimo didn't say anything superfluous, "As for the gift you want to give me, just choose the one you think is okay."

"I won't give you a knife." Lang Mingfeng said emphatically.

"If you don't give it away, don't give it away." Bian Zimo didn't quite understand why Lang Mingfeng suddenly got into a fight with this thing, "Then give it a nicer one, and I can appreciate it for a while."

"Okay." Lang Mingfeng agreed, "But I heard that something happened to your company recently?"

"Something happened." Bian Zimo knew that it was just a matter of time, "It will calm down later."

"Uncle and aunt, what are your plans?" Lang Mingfeng asked a little worriedly.

"What else can I do?" Bian Zimo understands the pros and cons of this, "I can only retreat and hide before it is completely overthrown."

Otherwise, when it is completely defeated, there will really be nothing left.

"What about you?" Lang Mingfeng actually didn't care much about the Bian family, if it wasn't because of Bian Zimo, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Do you think it will affect me?" Bian Zimo smiled slightly, "For me, this is just cutting off a dispensable tree branch."

What really supports him to go on is only himself as the backbone.

"Mo, you're like this..." Lang Mingfeng sighed after hearing Bian Zimo's words, "There is no chance for me to help you."

"There will be a chance." Bian Zimo just said that. Although he didn't know when it was, he couldn't guarantee that something that would catch him off guard would not happen in the future.

"Actually, it's fine if you don't have one." Lang Mingfeng suddenly understood, "That means that you, Mo, are doing well."

"What you said..." Bian Zimo did not deny Lang Mingfeng's words, "It is also true."

The two continued to chat for a while. At noon, Lang Mingfeng stayed at Bian's house and had lunch with Bian Zimo.

In the afternoon, Bian Zimo and Lang Mingfeng sat together in the courtyard, talking about some gossip these days.

Bian Fanxu was strolling around the lively neighborhood at this time. In the morning, he went to the pottery shop, picked out a gift box, watched the boss put the porcelain utensils together, and then turned around and left the shop.

He thought about playing outside, and taking things back with him when he returned to his house at night.