Chapter 167 I Am Your Friend

Zheng Xun patted his hair and let the things that exploded return to where they should be.

He held the handle of the chair, stood up, and turned around.

The windows of the mansion are still old-fashioned and glow with a light blue color. The rain screen outside is added with a blur filter to make it more quiet.

There is a man standing by the window. He stood upright, and although he was very close to the wall, he didn't make any lazy movements against it.

That pure black suit looked of good quality, well-cut, and the fabric was crisp. It is paired with a vest of the same color, and the tie is a brick red printed style. It is different from the black bow tie that Zheng Xun imagined is common among butlers. This is probably because he did it intentionally in order not to be too old-fashioned. Ingenuity.

The pair of white gloves were exactly the same as Gu Xiuqi described.

Zheng Xun looked at the butler from bottom to top, and then paused at his face.

To be precise, the head.

"Are you the housekeeper Yiyuan?" Zheng Xun spoke slowly, "Where is your... head?"

That's right, just like Zheng Xun said, the butler in front of him only has the part below the neck.

Above the neck will not be displayed.

"You mean this?" He pointed at the place where his head should be, but it was empty now.

He has no mouth and no idea how he talks.

"You feel scared?"

He did not explain where the missing head went, but instead asked Zheng Xun what he thought.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's mainly that I'm a little awkward," Zheng Xun tried his best to describe his feelings. "If you find it hard to explain the reason, don't tell me. I've seen many bosses who look different than you."

Yiyuan laughed.

"It's okay. If you feel uncomfortable, there are things we can do."

As he spoke, he came to the bookshelf, randomly picked out the hardcover book closest to his hand, raised his hands flat, and placed it on his neck.

"Are you feeling better now?"

He asked Zheng Xun with a book-like head on his head and his tone was serious.

"...It's a little weird."

Yiyuan took down the book, came to Zheng Xun again, took the cup holder from under the coffee cup, and put it around his neck.

"What now?"

"...It's still not that good, the coaster is a bit small."

Yiyuan put down the coaster and replaced it with a cake tray.

That little dessert is still on top.

Zheng Xun's eyes became more complicated.

"You're holding it pretty steady."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

"..."

After going back and forth, Zheng Xun always felt awkward, and finally decided to let Yiyuan go bare-headed.

Yiyuan took the pillow off his neck and sighed slightly regretfully.

"It's a pity that my silver teapot was broken a few days ago, otherwise it would have been very satisfying to you."

"..."

No, not at all.

Zheng Xun said that the crux of the problem is not here at all.

After finishing the complicated act of changing heads, Yiyuan checked the temperature of the coffee cup with the back of his hand. It was already half cold.

"Want something to drink? Or something to eat? I saw you were going to get that piece of cake just now."

Zheng Xun sat on the sofa chair, not polite.

"Juice bar, no need to eat. I'm not very hungry now."

Yiyuan nodded. Although he had no head, Zheng Xun could tell from the wrinkles in the collar of his clothes.

"Wait a moment."

With that said, he collected all the coffee and cakes on the round table and left the room.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zheng Xun quickly took out his cell phone and sent a message to Gu Xiuqi.

: Teacher Xiao Gu, Teacher Xiao Gu! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Why doesn’t Yiyuan have a brain?

Gu Xiuqi didn't reply after half a minute, so he must be busy.

But not a single dollar came back, and it took a long time.

Zheng Xun wondered if he was going to squeeze fresh juice, and then he actually heard the sound of the juicer starting up.

"..."

Mr. Butler is really versatile.

The juice in Zheng Xun's imagination was obviously the product of technology and hard work in bottles or cartons taken out of the refrigerator, but Yiyuan's understanding was definitely different from his.

If it weren't for lack of time, Zheng Xun would have doubted whether he would plant a fruit tree with his own hands, wait for it to bear fruit, and then squeeze the juice.

But okay, while he was busy, Zheng Xun sent Gu Xiuqi a frantic message.

: Teacher Xiao Gu, please help me, please help me!

Facts have proven that praying sincerely is still very effective. About another minute passed, after the sound of the juicer stopped, Gu Xiuqi replied to him.

: Are you asking about Yiyuan’s appearance? You can look in the mirror.

:What do you mean? ? Is this mirror still visible? ? Demon mirror? ? ?

:...It's my fault for not making it clear. I mean, he looks just like you.

:ah? ? ? Half-brother? Long-lost father and son? Which one is it? Teacher Xiao Gu, tell me quickly.

Gu Xiuqi was busy again, leaving only one hasty sentence for Zheng Xun——

: Sorry Zheng Xun, it's a bit urgent. Let's meet up another day to talk.

Then there was no reply at all.

Zheng Xun was scratching his head and ears on the sofa chair alone. At this time, he heard the clear sound of cups being placed on the tray, and the sound of trousers being rubbed.

This sound is caused by walking. The corridor was carpeted, so there was no sound of footsteps, only the sound of clothing rubbing against each other.

One dollar goes and comes back.

He closed the door as he left, returned now, and knocked politely.

"Please come in."

Yiyuan walked in, and Zheng Xun, who looked tangled, was sitting on the sofa chair.

Yiyuan was holding a dark tray in his hand, with a glass of orange juice on it. The glass was made of crystal, with a straw of the same material, and two fresh orange slices on the mouth of the glass.

Next to it were small and exquisite orange puddings and orange cookies. The tray was a grand meeting of oranges.

He took these things off the tray one by one and placed them on the small round table with high legs next to the sofa chair.

The cups made a very light sound. While Yiyuan was busy, Zheng Xun asked tentatively.

"Yiyuan, are you... my long-lost son?"

The silver spoon slipped out of his hand in an instant and hit the edge of the plate.

Yiyuan picked it up again and placed it steadily next to the pudding.

"No, why do you suddenly have this idea?"

"Someone said you look a lot like me."

"Is it the player named Gu?" Yiyuan obviously still remembered Gu Xiuqi, "If he used the phrase 'looks a lot like', then he should think of his brother or uncle. To be more offensive, even if they are father and son, you shouldn't be the father."

Yiyuan analyzed Zheng Xun's thoughts very rationally, and his rationality made the matter seem even more absurd.

"But unfortunately, Zheng Xun, these guesses are not correct."

"Then you are...?"

Yiyuan took the initiative to ask, and it would be a bit rude if Zheng Xun didn't ask.

However, unfortunately, Yiyuan would not easily reveal his background.

He just took two steps back, stood up again, and kept a certain distance from Zheng Xun, so that standing and sitting would not give the sitting person too strong a sense of oppression.

Zheng Xun heard Yiyuan's voice with a smile.

"I am your friend, Zheng Xun."