Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Xie Kecheng stayed at Miao's house for a few days. After learning that his father was out of danger, he returned to the house he and his father rented.

He didn't want to be too far away from Yun Chen. But living in Miao's house, I can't use my fists and feet.

To live a new life, the information and resources in Xie Kecheng's hands cannot be wasted.

But after all, Xie Kecheng was still a student at the moment, and the couple were worried that he couldn't take care of themselves, so they always sent their son to run errands and carry lunch boxes to deliver meals to Xie Kecheng.

After learning that Xie Kecheng's grades were very good, he allowed his son to go to him at any time.

Yun Chen was also very happy.

He was an only child and had no brothers or sisters.

This new brother he met was tall, good-tempered, good-looking, and extremely gentle when talking to him. He was simply the perfect brother in his dreams.

And without the previous tutor watching him do his homework, Yun Chen can paint to his heart's content!

Sometimes he loses track of time while drawing, and his kind-hearted brother will help him with his homework, and even imitate his own handwriting to cope with his parents' inspection at night.

Yun Chen admires him more and more!

After a while, Yun Chen's final exam results came out, and he was "honorably" called a parent by his teacher.

That night, Xie Kecheng put away his computer and opened the door, and saw an angry young boy standing at the door.

The weather in June was getting faster. Yun Chen didn't ask the driver to take him there. He ran here in the rain. His hair was wet and stuck to his ears. As soon as he opened the door, he started complaining: "Mom just doesn't love me!"

"My dad is a follower and only listens to my mom."

"I won so many awards, but my score was only a little lower. I was punished by going out to make up classes during the summer vacation, and I was not allowed to draw... Brother, I ran away from home. I will stay at your house tonight. Don't tell them!"

Xie Kecheng brought a towel over to dry him and coaxed softly: "Okay, don't tell anyone."

After putting the person to sleep, Xie Kecheng hesitated and called the couple.

They wanted to come over to pick up Yun Chen, but were dissuaded by Xie Kecheng's gentle voice.

Xie Kecheng returned to the room, sat gently on the edge of the bed, and brushed away the broken hair from Yun Chen's forehead.

The child hugged the pillow and slept soundly with his eyes closed. His soft face was pressed into a ball and his mouth was slightly pouted. Xie Kecheng felt soft-hearted one after another and wished he could give him all the good things in the world. .

I had a quarrel with my family because painting delayed my academic performance.

No matter in his previous life or now, he loves his paintings so much.

But what have I done before...

Xie Kecheng turned away guiltily, pulled up the quilt, and stretched out his hand to make sure Yun Chen didn't catch a cold.

Touching his forehead, Yun Chen's eyelids moved.

The child smacked his mouth a few times and slowly opened his eyes. His voice was hoarse and full of grievances: "Brother... why don't you tell my parents."

Xie Kecheng felt soft again and couldn't help but chuckle: "Well, why don't you run away from home?"

Yun Chen pinched the quilt and balled up into a ball, as soft and gentle as a little hamster: "They will be sad if they can't find me. My mother actually doesn't love me that much..."

Xie Kecheng couldn't help but pinch the back of his neck: "Be good, go to sleep, I will tell them clearly where you are."

Yun Chen believed him completely and quickly closed his eyes.

After Yun Chen fell asleep, Xie Kecheng quietly exited the room.

-

Xie Kecheng always thought that Yun Chen's parents supported him in learning painting.

Unexpectedly, when the summer vacation was about to end, there was a knock on my door again.

Outside the door, the young boy had been crying for who knows how long. His eyes were swollen and his face was extremely pale. If Xie Kecheng hadn't reached out to support him in time, he almost fell to the ground.

"Mom confiscated, confiscated, my pen... wu wu wu."

"My dad doesn't care about me anymore. I hate them."

"Brother, ugh, I hate them!"

The man in his arms was crying very sadly, coughing violently because he couldn't breathe, and his face was getting paler.

Anyone else might think this is just a child throwing a tantrum, scold him, or just wait until he stops crying.

But Xie Kecheng really knew how much he liked it.

Xie Kecheng's heart skipped a beat and he wanted to hug him and sit down. After trying hard, he realized that Yun Chen had become weak from crying and his lips were a little purple. He was so frightened that he hugged him tightly and stroked his back. Frowning in displeasure.

Yun Chen lay on his shoulder, sobbing and saying the same angry words: "I want to run away from home without telling...hide without telling them."

"Ah."

A low, hoarse voice came from above my head, but I was surprisingly relieved to hear it.

Xie Kecheng took out his mobile phone, sent a message to someone, and then coaxed the person in his arms softly: "Stop crying, my brother will take you to hide."

-

Xie Kecheng relied on his experience in his previous life to develop his own power with ease.

He asked someone to find a property belonging to the Miao family, drove over with Yun Chen in his arms, who had fallen asleep from crying, and opened the fingerprint lock with Yun Chen's fingers.

This is the old house of the Miao family.

The place where Yun Chen grew up.

Yun Chen developed a fever, which became more and more severe. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep. Xie Kecheng was particularly distressed by the way he was tossing and turning.

Xie Kecheng coaxed him to take medicine, sat by the bed and read him a storybook for a while, and then Yun Chen slowly fell asleep, with his little head tilted and resting on the side of his leg full of dependence.

Xie Kecheng lowered his eyes, and there was a flash of sinister look in his gentle eyes.

After resurrecting his life, his little painter cannot be bullied by anyone.

Go to sleep.

Wake up and have a good talk with your parents.

They'll listen to you this time, I promise.

Putting the storybook back to its original place, Xie Kecheng's eyes were heavy and his slender fingers gently and preciously passed over the bookcase where Yun Chen had been when he was a child.

Based on the degree of wear and tear, Xie Kecheng selected a picture album with childish painting style.

He opened the picture album and placed it gently on Yun Chen's pillow. He counted the time silently in his mind, got up and left.