The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

Fei Jueran rushed back to Lei Ze's house as quickly as possible and took away the only "master" in the house at that time.

The stay didn't even last more than fifteen minutes.

It would have been even faster, but I ran into the old butler on the way and he told me to be out for a while.

Under the old man's caring gaze, I finally managed to get out after some further explanation, which took some time.

Hunt was a little confused, and stared blankly at the two young men disappearing from his sight.

Let him sort out what happened during this period.

The incident began when Fei Jueran, his junior, unloaded the burden of being a servant and returned to freedom.

Yes, he did tell the other party to remember to come back, but I didn’t expect that she would come back on the same day!

Moreover, when he left, he took the young master who was staying at home with him...

What is this!

The point is, this "go" is not just a simple gathering with friends or going out for fun, but an "uncertain return date" full of uncertainties!

Hunt's eyes became firm, and he decided to report the matter to his superiors.

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Su Muyu was not taken directly to Cape Hod, but took a taxi and took many detours to a place he had never been to before.

A community that is also somewhat remote and old, but not that chaotic.

Fei Jueran paid the taxi fare and explained the purpose of this trip, "Master, most of your clothes are expensive and not suitable for wearing to that kind of place. They will be targeted by those who have ulterior motives.

And the new clothes are too obvious, so the best way is to wear mine."

When he said this, his expression couldn't be more serious.

But Su Muyou already knew that the male protagonist in this world was not so pure in nature, and he wanted to stare at this boy with suspicion.

Unfortunately, due to his personality, he could only give a lukewarm "Oh".

Fei Jueran suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth and took him back to the small house left by his parents.

The inside was clean and tidy. It was obvious that the owner of the house often came back to clean, and there was no dust so that one could not step.

Su Muyou was a little surprised, "I heard from the housekeeper that you didn't live very well before."

This point cannot really be seen from this warmly laid out residence.

"Master, do you think that I would live in a dirty and narrow alley like in the story books?" Fei Jueran held back his laughter and accurately pointed out his guess.

Su Muyou still heard the hidden smile in the other person's voice, and said with a dark face, "Where are the clothes?"

Fei Jueran raised his hands in surrender, tactfully stopped talking about this topic, and took the young master to his room.

When he turned around, there was a hint of obscurity in his eyes.

I don’t live in that kind of place, but I have worked there to earn money.

His parents had an accident not long after they bought the house and didn't leave much savings.

In order to have enough food and clothing, he had to go out and earn money to support himself.

However, recruiting underage laborers is illegal, and most businesses are simply unwilling to do so.

At most, you can just treat him to a meal out of kindness.

Later, Fei Jueran discovered that in places like that, most people would not care about such trivial matters.

Although he is young, he works efficiently. As long as he is well fed, his salary is only one-third of that of an average person or even less, and some bosses are willing to hire him.

There are pros and cons. In a place like that, the thing that is most lacking is gangsters.

The gangsters were used to picking on the weak, and Fei Jueran was blackmailed by them for a long time.

Sometimes, it's not even about money, but simply using violence to vent anger.

If he didn't learn to resist, he might have been beaten to death.

Hearing the footsteps following behind him, Fei Jueran felt relieved again.

He should be grateful for his experience during that period. After all, judging from the results, he did not starve to death.

At the same time, their skills were also honed in frequent battles with fewer troops against more.

Although his moves were not very impressive, they did lay a solid foundation and trained him to have an incredible reaction speed, allowing him to keep up with the progress of other students in the class very quickly.

I can, side by side with the young master.

Putting aside his complicated thoughts, Fei Jueran pushed open the door that had been closed for a long time, and the inside was just as clean.

He pointed to the wardrobe on the side and said, "Master, do you want to choose it yourself?"

Guaranteed to be clean!

Su Muyu did not refuse and walked past him.

Soon, he discovered a problem: the clothes he had chosen did not fit him well.

Because the other person is taller than him and has better-developed muscles, his size is naturally bigger.

Su Muyou stood there without moving, pursing his lips and saying nothing. The man's self-esteem was suddenly somewhat damaged.

He still needs to practice more!

Seeing this, Fei Jueran said inwardly, "Oh no! If this isn't handled properly, the young master might really get angry!"

He hurriedly stepped forward and took the initiative, "Let me do it. I was the one who picked it for the young master before."

Su Muyu squinted his eyes and watched his movements, only to see him struggling to dig out a few sets of clothes from underneath.

It’s really the bottom of the box.

When I shook it open, I saw that it was indeed smaller.

Sometimes, men are led by their nature to compete with others of their kind.

Su Muyou asked suddenly, "How old were you when you wore this dress?"

"Fifteen, sixteen?" Fei Jueran dug up memories from his mind, thinking that his young master disliked the clothes because they were too old, and explained, "But it has not been worn many times, young master, don't worry."

During that period, his status was improved, his food became much better, and he grew taller very quickly, so his new clothes felt a bit tight after he wore them a few times.

I didn't throw it away because I'm poor. I wanted to keep it for a while. When I'm ready to throw it away, I'll use it as a rag or something like that.

Later, after being found by Hunt and arranged to work as a servant in the Lei Ze family, he forgot about the matter.

Of course, he would take this secret to his grave.

After hearing the answer, Su Muyou: "..."

The clothes that a sixteen-year-old wears are perfect for a nineteen-year-old.

I took a deep breath and could only comfort myself that the other person just had a big frame!

He was about to take the clothes, but Fei Jueran raised his hand and didn't give it to him.

Su Muyou subconsciously thought that he was being teased.

The annoyance that had just subsided rose again, and without thinking, he raised his foot and crushed the other person's instep.

At the same time, he said viciously, "Do you want to die?"

Fei Jueran bared his teeth and begged for mercy, "Hiss, no, no, I just want to say, hiss, I still need to wash it again."

It’s too early to say that the clothes above are indeed clean.

But he was not really that thoughtful. The things in the bottom of the box had not been touched for at least half a year.

There isn't much dust in the closet, so it doesn't matter if he wears it himself, but if it's for the young master, he still has to pick it up.

Hearing this, Su Muyou was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had misunderstood.

He silently moved his feet away, pretending nothing had happened, "Oh, then go wash it."

But his ears turned red.

Fei Jueran accepted the order and left.

The washing machine was operating silently. While waiting, he distracted himself and recalled the young master's expression just now. Suddenly, he chuckled twice.

So cute.