Chapter 8: The giants are a bit cold 8

So Xiao Xiao looked at A Zhao walking in front of himself, and still very much kept himself at least one meter away.
The two had a very thorough evening walk.
Until returning to the villa, Xiao Yu still did not figure out, Xu Zhao this woman, what to do.
Xiaoxiao’s greeting with Xiao Yu, Ah Zhao is going back to his room.
If you are cold, you will be on the gaze of the butler standing in the corner.
Azhao: "..."
She always felt that the steward's eyes were a bit strange.
"Is there anything, Mr. Guan Jia?" asked A Zhao.
The butler shook his head with no expression, and he was a little surprised at the sensitivity of Azhao.
Azhao looked at him inexplicably and turned back to his room.
That night.
Xiao Yu sat by the window.
He didn't turn on the lights, the floor-to-ceiling window curtains were pulled apart, and a little moonlight squeezed in. It didn't bring much light to the house, but the shadows made the whole room look dark and gloomy.
Xiao Yu did not care at all.
He has long been used to this kind of silence and darkness.
He likes to think about problems in this quiet late night, which makes his ideas extremely agile and clear.
As for whether you are afraid?
At the age of ten, after seeing the white cat that the mother left for herself was trampled to death by her mother-in-law, Xiao Yu had a nightmare of half a month.
After half a month, someone finally found out that he was not right.
Many people know that there are some problems in the spirit of Xiao’s young master. Even Xiao Yu feels like this.
Which normal person has such a weird habit? I don't like light, I hate other people's contacts, refuse to be close to myself, and have no expectations for everything.
All his warmth and fear, belonging to a normal person's emotions, were buried together with the death of the cat.
Xiao Yu remembered the woman she saw during the day.
Xiao family did not know that Xiao Yu’s mother, the woman who died of depression and depression, left a secret hand to the only son.
She intended to protect her son who was not loved by her father. Xiao Yu used it to do more things.
Xiao Yu is very clear about the transaction between Xu Zhao and Zhao Li.
It was because of everything that he understood that he did not understand the behavior of Azhao’s day.
He clearly gave her such a good opportunity, what is she thinking about?
Or is she having a bigger purpose?
The feeling of irritability at the bottom of my heart has come up again.
Xiao Yu’s eyes are cold: he particularly dislikes the feeling of being beyond control.
It is like a perfectionist obsessive-compulsive disorder, seeing something that is not harmonious.
He can't help but feel the temptation and temperament of the heart, want to let it disappear!
Xiao Yu used his eyes to close his eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief, pressing down the tyranny that rose from the bottom of his heart.
And when he walked and watched, he didn't believe that Xu Zhao, the woman, could always hide the horse's feet so well...
At the same time, the next room.
The warm yellow style is softly poured into the room.
A Zhao was wearing a beige loose pajamas, long hair, sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a notebook in his left hand, and recording what was written word by word in his right hand.
"...good work and living habits."
"Well, exercise..."
"Guide him to slowly communicate with the people around him..."
In places where ordinary people can't see, the white marshmallow system is shining, and I read all kinds of materials and gave Azhao a reference.
One person, one system, is motivated to do the transformation of the male master plan.