White Swan

Chapter 27

He Haoyun's residence is in the wealthy area in the south of the urban area, and the luxurious and luxurious villas occupy almost half of the hillside.

The taxi couldn't drive through the gate, so Qiao Fei asked the driver to park the car where he couldn't see it from the villa, and walked back by himself.

A black Rolls Royce was parked at the gate of the villa, blocking the entire gate and steps domineeringly.Qiao Fei stopped in his tracks.He knew the car, and he knew that every time it came, nothing good would happen.

Sure enough, the butler stood at the door and saw Qiao Fei bowing slightly to him first, and then said: "The eldest young master is here, and he is in the living room with the second young master."

Is it too late to run now?

Qiao Fei walked slowly to the butler: "Are you waiting for me?"

The butler smiled and nodded: "Second Young Master was afraid that Young Master Qiao would not find his way into the house, so he specially asked me to wait for you outside."

This is what He Haoyun meant because he was afraid that Qiao Fei would slip back into the room by himself, Qiao Fei shuddered, and pushed open the door bravely.

The voice of talking came from the living room, Qiao Fei didn't have time to go upstairs to put things away, so she temporarily threw the bag to an inconspicuous place next to the shoe cabinet, thinking about coming back to pick it up later.He walked slowly into the living room, stood at the door and swallowed.

He Haoyun's elder brother He Chijie sat in the middle of the sofa with his legs crossed, listening to He Haoyun's talk about the company meeting.

Not only He Chijie was there, but his wife and daughter were also here.

He Haoyun raised his head upon hearing the sound, and frowned when he saw Qiao Fei: "Where did you go?"

"No... just turned around casually." Qiao Fei was frightened by He Haoyun's cold voice, and tried her best to hold back the instinct to shrink back.Fortunately, He Haoyun just asked casually.With He Chijie here, naturally nothing upsets him as much as his elder brother.

"come over."

Qiao Fei walked over with small steps, not daring to sit down on the sofa, but standing beside He Haoyun.He Haoyun was dissatisfied with the distance Qiao Fei deliberately left with him, so he reached out and pulled him to his side, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Qiao Fei had no choice but to sit on the armrest of the sofa and act as an ornament for Master Hao.

Out of politeness, Qiao Fei took the initiative to nod and say hello to the two guests: "Mr. He, Mrs. He."

It's ridiculous to think about it, Qiao Fei called He Chijie "Sir", but He Haoyun asked Qiao Fei to call himself "Master".

Mrs. He smiled and nodded at him, but He Chijie just gave him a cold look.

He Dashao should be in his mid-thirties this year, and the aura sitting there cannot be ignored.The two brothers look alike, but there are two similarities in the eyebrows and eyes.He Chijie's facial features are handsome and cold, less hostile and more arrogant than He Haoyun.

During Qiao Fei's two years living in the villa, he hadn't seen much of the young He family.He Chijie doesn't often come to He Haoyun's residence, he prefers to give orders from a distance than to visit his younger brother.

The few times Qiao Fei saw He Chijie, he tried to hide as far away as possible, not for anything else, but He Chijie looked at him with cold eyes, like ice flowers on the window in winter.

In fact, between He Haoyun and He Chijie, Qiao Fei is more afraid of this mighty young man.At least what He Haoyun was thinking in his heart would show on his face, but He Chijie was different, Qiao Fei could never see what was thinking behind those eyes.

And Qiao Fei also understands that he doesn't approve of He Haoyun playing with boys.Qiao Fei even felt that if someone told him that He Chijie wanted to kill him, he would believe it.

He Chijie's wife sat beside him, holding their three-year-old daughter He Ya.The little girl sat on Mrs. He's lap, and when she heard the voice, she turned her head and looked at Qiao Fei curiously.

Mrs. He wore a thick wool coat, which she did not take off in the heated room.Seeing Qiao Fei coming in, she rolled up her collar, covered the coat, and hugged He Ya tightly to her chest.Mrs. He used to be a famous violinist, and the concerts she held could sell out the tickets overnight, but she is also a wealthy daughter of a family background, otherwise, how could she be favored by the He family.

Their marriage was arranged by the old man of the He family. Everyone thought that they would divorce after the death of the old man, but the two unexpectedly stayed together.

"What will be the result of the last bidding?" He Chijie ignored Qiao Fei and continued his interrupted topic.

Before He Haoyun could answer, He Ya called out, "Little brother!"

He Ya had never seen such a good-looking little brother. He climbed off Mrs. He's lap and jumped on Qiao Fei with two short legs.

Qiao Fei didn't have time to react, when she saw a meat dumpling rushing towards her, she subconsciously reached out to catch He Ya.The little meatball arched upwards, finding a comfortable position in Qiao Fei's arms.

He Chijie frowned involuntarily as he watched his daughter leaning on Qiao Fei's body without hesitation.

Qiao Fei suddenly felt flustered, and held He Ya's armpit with both hands, trying to hug her off her body, but unexpectedly bumped into the little girl's itchy flesh.

He Ya thought that Qiao Fei was teasing her, giggled, and twisted around Qiao Fei's body, her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, and her short legs were wrapped around him.

"Yaya, come back." Mrs. He stretched out her hand to He Ya.

He Ya heard her mother calling her, but He Ya didn't want to go there, she tried her best to squeeze into Qiao Fei's arms: "No."

The air pressure in the room was extremely low, and Qiao Fei dared not move while holding He Ya.

He Chijie took a few glances, snorted coldly, and continued to ask about He Haoyun's company: "What do you mean by increasing the market share?"

He Haoyun rubbed his temples, looking impatient.

"How many investments have you screwed up this month?" He Chijie lowered his voice and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Brother, don't forget who is in charge of the company now."

Qiao Fei was listening, and felt that He Haoyun's "brother" was very reluctant.

He knew that the two brothers had always been at odds, basically fighting since childhood.He Haoyun hated He Chijie since he was a child. Similarly, He Chijie has never met this younger brother.Qiao Fei didn't know why, no one told him, and he wasn't interested.

He only knew that He Chijie was raised as the heir of the He family since he was a child, and He Haoyun only admired him.From this point, one can see where the enmity between the two brothers came from, and one can also imagine how smoky a wealthy family with two boys was when they were young.It is said that the two of them calmed down until the old man of the He family couldn't take it anymore and sent He Haoyun to study abroad.

"If the company can't manage well, then don't manage it."

"Okay, if Dad gave you the company at that time, you could take care of it. But it's not now, so it's not your turn to take care of it."

When Mr. He passed away five years ago, he made a will and gave He Haoyun the management rights of the company and He Chijie the shares.No one understood why, everyone thought that the most favored He Chijie would get most of the inheritance, including the He family's Sino-Nai Group.

Those relatives at home who were staring at the inheritance only thought that the old man was confused, and in fact, not only people outside thought so, even the two brothers questioned their father's approach.He Chijie coveted the company's management position, and he didn't understand why he wasn't the president.

This sentence really irritated He Chijie, his voice was a little lower, with a little warning: "He Haoyun."

But He Haoyun raised his head casually, and raised his red phoenix eyes lazily: "Huh?"

He Ya is not very old, she is only three years old this year, but she feels heavy after holding her for a long time.Qiao Fei stood aside, her arms gradually began to ache.She refused to stay still, and kept twisting and turning in Qiao Fei's arms. Qiao Fei couldn't hold her, and was afraid that she would fall, so he had to hold the little girl up and up.

It's okay to not move, his movement attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

He Chijie looked at him for the first time, and looked Qiao Fei up and down with disdain in his eyes.

"Any thing that can't be put on the table, just throw it away after playing." He Chijie raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and leaned back on the back of the sofa, "Do you still want to marry him home?"

Sometimes Qiao Fei doesn't understand why the eldest son of the He family hates him so much.Is it because he dances ballet?But He Chijie's own wife is also engaged in art. Could it be said that ballet is not as good as violin?

It's okay, he doesn't care what the He family thinks of him, Qiao Fei bit her lip, pretending she didn't hear.

He Ya originally buried her face in Qiao Fei's neck, but now she turned her head and pouted to her father: "Don't say that about brother." The little girl might not understand what her father was saying, but she still tried her best to maintain the beautiful little girl in front of her. elder brother.

"He Ya, come." Mrs. He reached out to He Ya again, her voice firm.

Qiao Fei put He Ya down and watched the little girl bouncing towards her mother.

There were no pink little meat balls in her arms, and Qiao Fei put her hands behind her back, trying her best to hide the loneliness in her heart.

"Since when are you interested in managing my people?" He Haoyun hugged Qiao Fei domineeringly, and pinched his waist with his big hand.His hand was strong, and Qiao Fei was staggered by him, almost fell into his arms, holding on to the armrest of the sofa, not daring to move.

He Chijie's face became even more gloomy, and he said to He Haoyun: "I'm not forcing you to get married, so you just pick up all kinds of messy things at home for me?"

"Brother, have you had enough? You didn't say a single word you could listen to when you entered the door. If you don't want to talk about something, just leave." He Haoyun's voice also cooled down.

The living room was silent for a while, and the air seemed to freeze.

In the end, Mrs. He, who hadn't spoken since Qiao Fei entered the room, spoke first: "He Ya, ask my little brother if he can take you out to play."

Mrs. He's words relieved Qiao Fei and lifted the tense atmosphere a little bit.

"Well." He Ya nodded obediently, jumped off her mother's lap, ran to Qiao Fei's side and held his hand, "Little brother, let's go, don't listen to what they say."

Qiao Fei smiled gratefully at Mrs. He from an angle that He Haoyun could not see, and led He Ya out.

Madam He ordered from behind: "Slow down, don't run."

Qiao Fei let He Ya take him to the back garden of the villa. The little girl was very lively, pointing to various flowers and plants she knew to introduce to Qiao Fei.

It seems that the little girl is the owner here, while Qiao Fei is the visitor.

There is a swing in the west corner of the garden, and it has been there since Qiao Fei moved in two years ago.He remembered smiling at He Haoyun and saying that didn't seem like your style, He Haoyun just smiled and didn't answer.

It was many months later that Qiao Fei found out that He Haoyun had bought the swing for his last lover. After the two broke up, the swing was not thrown away, and it has been kept until now.

Qiao Fei hugged He Ya to the swing and sat down, then walked around behind and gently pushed her to swing.He doesn't know how to coax children, and now that he is alone with He Ya, he doesn't know how to make her happy, so he can only push her on the swing behind her back.

"What does little brother do?" He Ya sat on the swing swinging his legs and looked back at Qiao Fei, "Little brother is so beautiful, did he change from a prince in a fairy tale?"

Qiao Fei supported He Ya's back, fearing that the little girl would fall: "How can I be a prince, my little brother is a ballet dancer."

"Dancing?" He Ya's eyes widened suddenly, "Little brother, I also want to learn to dance, and do ballet like you."

Qiao Fei didn't think about it, and blurted out encouragement: "Just jump if you want to."

No matter how you look at it, He Ya is pampered by her parents. It is not easy to learn to dance.

"Really? Can I dance too?" He Ya jumped off the swing, walked around to Qiao Fei and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Why not?" Qiao Fei squatted down, "When I was young and wanted to learn to dance, a big brother told me that you should be responsible for your dreams."

He Ya was too young to understand: "What do you mean?"

"It means you have to be brave to do what you want to do, because only you can realize your dream." Qiao Fei looked at He Ya's soft hair, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it, "Do you understand that?"

He Ya nodded with a vague understanding.