Little boy, you are obedient

Chapter 126 Fang Mu Shaoai (21)

Ye Shuqing supported the wall and stood up.

Probably because of sitting for too long, his feet were crooked and he almost fell down.

He quickly held onto the window sill to steady himself.

The phone rang, and he took it out to look at it, biting his lip, his slender eyelashes drooping down, blocking the emotion in his eyes.

[Aunt: Come here, don't make excuses]

He hesitated for a while, and finally took the key and went downstairs.

In fact, he has relatives.

After the fire that year, everyone scattered like birds and beasts, except for his aunt.

The aunt reached out to help him not because of blood relationship, nor because of love, but purely because she wanted to sell him for a good price.

At that time, he was stupid and ignorant of the world, and he was extremely grateful to his aunt.

My uncle's career was on the rise. At that time, he wooed a son-in-law all day long, trying to get a project from him.

After many inquiries, my aunt and uncle found out about a hidden habit of the young master.

That young man likes boys and has made several pretty boys outside.

As soon as his mother had an accident, his younger brother also became a vegetable, and he was followed by his aunt as he was helpless.

The aunt drugged the food, knocked him out, packed him up and threw him on the young master's bed.

Probably because the medicine was not effective enough, he woke up early and escaped from the hotel.

Later, he moved out of his aunt's house and dropped out of school. On weekdays, he did odd jobs to pay his brother's medical expenses and maintain his three meals a day.

Later, he was discovered by scouts, packaged up and appeared in a popular variety show at the time, which was considered to be his official debut.

And that son, Fang Can helped his uncle set up the line.

Ye Shuqing raised his eyes and stared at the old residential building in front of him through the car window.

Uncle's company closed down a long time ago due to poor management.

My aunt's son eats, drinks, prostitutes and gambles all day long. It's a bottomless pit that can't be filled, but my aunt and uncle have been spoiling him all the time, so life has become poorer and poorer.

The driver sitting in front saw that he had been in a daze and said nothing, and reminded him, "Sir, we're here."

Ye Shuqing came back to his senses, hurriedly paid and got out of the car.

He raised his head, stared at the window on the fourth floor for a while, then retracted his gaze, opened the rusted unit door, and walked up the dark and damp stairs.

He hasn't been in touch with his aunt for several years, and he doesn't know why he was called over this time.

It was already late, and there was only a trace of the setting sun hanging on the horizon, his shadow was stretched very long and landed on the dirty steps.

The stairs are very dilapidated, the handrails are covered with thick gray, the white walls have long since turned into a uniform gray, and there are traces of children's scribbles on the lower parts.

Probably because of too long time, all the watercolor pens have faded, without a trace of vitality.

He avoided the litter on the ground and knocked on the door of his aunt's house.

No one answered in the room, he waited for a while, then raised his hand and knocked a few more times.

This time the door was quickly opened.

It was my aunt who opened the door.

The aunt stared at him for a while, and muttered something, Ye Shuqing only heard a few short words vaguely.

Little bastard... famous... heartless.

He lowered his eyelids, and silently followed his aunt into the room.

My aunt sat on the sofa, pointed to the other side, "Sit."

"No, I'll be leaving in a while."

The aunt stared at him for a while, then snorted contemptuously.

"Okay, whatever you want."

She picked up the cigarette case from the coffee table, lit a cigarette for herself, and smoked slowly.

Ye Shuqing was not used to the smell of smoke, so he coughed twice, but did not speak.

(End of this chapter)