The more Ding Ning thought about it, the more he found it reasonable. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, "This totem of war god doesn't know how to explain things clearly, making me waste a few days."
After returning to Shengshi Huating Courtyard, Xia Hou couldn't wait to sneak into the side building next to the main building. There was an independent practice room inside. He probably stayed up all night trying to practice.
Ding Ning felt a slight sound of sleep in his bedroom and couldn't help feeling warm. "It must be Luoxue worrying about me and waiting for me to fall asleep."
For fear of waking her up, Ding Ning tiptoed into the room. He didn't even turn on the door. Instead, he patted a Clean Water Charm on his body to wash off the dust on his body and carefully held the beautiful woman on the bed in his arms.
The person in his arms was sleeping very soundly. She coiled around him like a spider with eight legs and then fell asleep again.
Ding Ning was filled with a warm and fragrant body, but his whole body froze. The light spot representing Luoxue in his spirit sea was clearly in the next room, so the person in his arms could be her. His hand that had climbed up to the peak was instantly moved away as if he had been electrocuted.
As if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, his desire completely disappeared. He complained in his heart, "Oh my god, it's not Luoxue but my sister. Including this time, it's the second time I've tried to touch my sister's chest."
He wanted to get up, 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 warm and mature body nestle in his arms. He secretly ran the Heart Sutra of Bodhi and entered the cultivation state of mind like still water.
After a quiet 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 when he thought of the scene last night, his face burned.
"Brother, it's time to get up."
After making breakfast, Luoxue carefully went into the room and softly called Ding Ning, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
But she was suddenly pulled to the bed by a big hand. During this time, Ding Ning had a hard time to avoid his sister's embarrassment. Early in the morning was the time when the masculinity was the strongest. How could he still resist? Suddenly, the room was filled with a warm fragrance and endless spring.
"Brother, my relative is here."
Luoxue's soft words, her face flushed, were like a bolt from the blue. Ding Ning felt like he had been struck by lightning. He wanted to cry but had no tears. His entire person withered.
Damn it, how could he live like this? He finally had the chance to steal a romance when his sister wasn't at home, but the red light was hanging over his head, causing him to shrink back.
Luoxue bit her cherry lips and said softly, "Brother, why don't I help you?"
"Forget it, get up and eat breakfast."
Ding Ning tenderly rubbed Luoxue's head and forced himself to refuse.
"Oh, by the way, Uncle Ling called me and said that the restaurant has been renovated. I want to go and have a look today. What do you think?"
Luoxue carefully observed his expression, fearing that he would be unhappy.
"Sure, I'll go with you later."
Ding Ning knew that Luoxue was bored at home all day. Cooking was her greatest hobby, so he naturally would not stop her and said with a smile.
"Brother, you're the best."
Luoxue showed a happy smile and kissed him lightly on the lips. Like a happy butterfly, she jumped cheerfully and ran out, leaving a tinkling laughter on the ground.
Ding Ning's eyes showed a trace of affection and tenderness. He shouted, "Slow down, don't fall."
The 12 pretty little nannies downstairs looked at each other. One of the little nannies, Xiahe, whispered enviously, "The relationship between the young master and the Second Miss is really good. If only I had such a doting brother."
"The relationship between the First Miss and the young master is also very good."
Another nanny, Qiuju, said unconvinced.
"Although the relationship between the First Miss and the young master is good, there is always a gap, unlike the Second Miss and the young master who are like … like lovers."
Xiahe blinked her big eyes and made a wise analysis.
"Shh, Xiahe, what nonsense are you talking about? If Steward Zhang knows that you are gossiping behind his back, he will definitely cut your salary."
A little nanny, Dongmei, who was on good terms with her, changed her expression and covered her mouth to warn her.
"I got it!"
With a lingering fear, Xiahe looked at Steward Zhang, who was walking over at a steady pace, and stuck out her tongue with lingering fear.
Didn't they come here to be nannies to earn more money? Housekeeper Zhang was their lifeline, and he would always cut their salaries. He controlled them tightly, causing them to hate, fear, respect, and fear Housekeeper Zhang.
However, to the little nannies' surprise, Steward Zhang, who had always been strict and serious, had a spring breeze-like smile on his lips today. It seemed that he was in a good mood, and even his voice was a little softer. "Has the young master gotten up?"
"The young master is washing up and will come down with the Second Miss later."
Xiahe answered respectfully.
Steward Zhang waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."
"Yes!"
The 12 nannies had strange expressions on their faces, but they did not dare to ask more. They bowed together and left.
"Qiuju, what do you think is wrong with Steward Zhang today? He seems to be in a good mood. "
Xiahe was a busybody. As soon as she left and went upstairs to clean, she couldn't wait to whisper.
Qiuju showed a thoughtful expression. "Last night, an old foreigner sent First Miss back. I went to open the door with Steward Zhang. When Steward Zhang saw the old foreigner, he looked very excited, as if he knew him. I don't know if it has anything to do with this."
"An old foreigner? What kind of old foreigner? "
Xiahe suddenly blinked her big eyes and insisted on getting to the bottom of the matter.
"I don't know how to say it. Anyway, I feel that the old foreigner is a bit like Steward Zhang. They both dressed seriously, and their manners, behavior, and demeanor are all like gentlemen."
Qiuju scratched her head in distress. "I don't know. It's like what Steward Zhang said all day …"
"Noble etiquette?"
Xiahe blurted out.
"Yes, yes, noble etiquette. The old foreigner looked like a noble, and he even talked with Steward Zhang for a while. You don't know, Steward Zhang was so excited at that time that his old face was full of smiles, and his attitude toward the foreigner was even more respectful than that of First Miss."
Qiuju nodded repeatedly and said with a gossipy face, "I heard that Steward Zhang used to be a steward of a noble family abroad. Could that foreigner be his former master?"
Xiahe grinned and guessed maliciously, "I heard that Steward Zhang has no children. Do you think he has that thing with the foreigner?"
"What?" Qiuju asked with a confused face.
Xiahe giggled and whispered something in Qiuju's ear. Qiuju blushed and said in a low voice, "You damned girl, don't talk nonsense. If Steward Zhang hears you, he will tear your mouth apart."
Xiahe stuck out her tongue. "If he is not an old lover of the foreigner, how can he be so excited to see the foreigner and be in such a good mood today?"
"Shh, good morning, Young Master."
Qiuju's face changed, and she hurriedly pulled Xiahe's arm to signal.
Xiahe looked up and saw Ding Ning walking toward them with a faint smile. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly bowed and said, "Good morning, Young Master!"
"Good morning!"
Ding Ning replied warmly, walked past them, and went downstairs.
Just as Xiahe breathed a sigh of relief, her Young Master's voice suddenly sounded in her mind. "Little Xiahe, don't be so gossipy in the future. It's very impolite to speculate behind others' backs."
Xiahe trembled all over and turned her head in horror. She saw that her Young Master was walking to the dining table without looking back, and Steward Zhang attentively pulled out a chair for him.
"Xiahe, what's wrong with you? Let's go! "
Qiuju pulled the absent-minded Xiahe with a blank face, not knowing why she was in a daze.
"Qiuju, did you hear what Young Master said just now?"
Xiahe swallowed and asked as if she had seen a ghost.
"No, Young Master didn't say anything. Xiahe, what's wrong with you today? Are you feeling unwell? "
Qiuju reached out and touched her forehead. "It's not hot."
"Oh, I'm fine. Maybe it's an illusion!"
Xiahe lowered her head absent-mindedly, and she was extremely shocked. She believed that she definitely didn't hear it wrong. Who was that handsome Young Master? He could even speak in her mind. It was really terrible.
Ding Ning was eating breakfast and reading today's newspaper. He casually asked Steward Zhang, who was standing straight beside him and seemed to want to say something but stopped on second thought, "Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"
"Young Master, First Miss said that you know Steward Holman?"
Steward Zhang rubbed his hands nervously. As a person who always demanded himself with the standard of aristocratic etiquette, it could be seen how excited and nervous he was.
"Holman?"
Ding Ning was stunned and stopped what he was doing. Looking at Steward Zhang's fanatical eyes, he suddenly understood why Xiahe would gossip about him behind his back. This was clearly the feeling when a fan saw his idol. He couldn't help laughing and said, "I know him. What's the matter?"
"Well, Young Master, can I ask you for a favor? Help me get a signature of Steward Holman."
Steward Zhang blushed and stammered bashfully, like a primary school student who saw his teacher.
"What? Are you still a fan of Holman? "
Ding Ning couldn't help joking, having never seen Uncle Zhang like this.
Steward Zhang smiled a little embarrassedly, with a touch of fanatical worship in his eyes. "When I was learning etiquette in Yingjili Aristocratic Etiquette School 40 years ago, Steward Holman was the honorary headmaster of our school. I had the honor to attend one of his aristocratic etiquette classes. Since then, he has become my only idol. In the blink of an eye, more than 40 years have passed. I didn't expect that I could see him again last night, and he even talked with me cordially. I was so excited that I didn't sleep well last night. I didn't expect that after so many years, he is still as elegant as he was 40 years ago."
"Oh, you have such a relationship. But it's impossible that he hasn't changed in more than 40 years, right? No matter how well he takes care of himself, he should have aged a little. "
Ding Ning thought that Steward Zhang flattered him like this because he had a special affection for his idol, so he smiled and teased him.
"No, no, I can't be wrong. He was like this more than 40 years ago, and he hasn't changed at all."
Steward Zhang was stunned and said with certainty. Then he showed a touch of suspicion in his eyes. "Young Master, if you didn't mention it, I wouldn't have thought of it. It's really strange. I can guarantee with my reputation that I will never be wrong. He was like this more than 40 years ago, and he hasn't changed at all. Otherwise, I wouldn't have recognized him at once last night."
Ding Ning's face changed in horror. If it was really as Steward Zhang said, Holman looked like 60 or 70 years old more than 40 years ago. After more than 40 years, wouldn't he be at least 100 years old now?
But what Steward Zhang said next shocked him even more. He realized that he might have underestimated Holman's real strength. "I remember that Steward Holman is more than 10 years older than the current British Queen."
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