The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Chapter 509 You dare to pull my beard?

Erbao played for a while and finally got tired. He ran to Bron and said with a smile, "Grandpa, your room is so cool. I want to have a room like this in the future!"

Bronn looked at him coldly, a warning etched in his tone: "Have you had enough fun?"

Erbao nodded and gave another round of praise, "Enough of the fun, Grandpa, you're so awesome!"

Bron's brow furrowed slightly. "Do you know where these things came from?"

Erbao shook his head and said innocently: "I don't know, but I think they are cool!"

Bron sneered, "These things are not something a child like you can understand."

Erbao curled his lips and raised his chin stubbornly: "Grandpa, don't underestimate me, I'm very smart!"

Bron looked at Erbao's stubbornness and snorted coldly. He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Well, since you're so smart, I'll test you."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a complex math problem immediately appeared on the holographic screen.

Erbao took a look and immediately frowned: "This is too difficult..."

Bron sneered and said sarcastically, "Why, didn't you say you were smart?"

Rawson stood aside and shook his head secretly. This problem was simply not something Erbao could solve at his age. Mr. Bloom was obviously making things difficult for him.

He wanted to see how the kid would solve it. He had to make up for the boast.

Braum's intention was to teach this brat a lesson, but Erbao refused to obey.

Erbao rolled his eyes, and instead of solving the problem, he even climbed onto Mr. Bron's lap and started to act like a spoiled child, "How about this, give me one night, and I'll tell you the answer tomorrow."

As he spoke, Erbao raised a finger.

Rosen widened his eyes: "......"

This daring child actually dared to climb onto Mr. Bloom's noble legs!

Mr. Bloom would be furious and throw him off his lap.

But in fact, Mr. Bloom's indulgence of the child exceeded Rawson's expectations.

Instead of pushing Erbao away, Bron asked, "Why wait until tomorrow?"

Erbao had his own plan in mind. Of course he would go back and ask Dabao. He couldn't solve such a difficult problem, but Dabao definitely could.

Erbao remembered the math problem and started to change the subject, "Oh, just wait a day. I'm such a small child with a small brain, so of course I need time to think."

Bron didn't care much and snorted coldly, "Then let's talk about the Grand Duke."

Grand Duke?

Could it be that my great-grandfather wants to settle accounts with him for the Grand Duke?

Bron continued, "Who gave you the courage to hit the Grand Duke?"

When Erbao heard this, he scowled angrily, "Grandpa, you're my grandpa, not the Grand Duke's. Are you going to help the Grand Duke bully me?"

Bron was startled.

Erbao continued to argue: "I can talk to you and entertain you, but the Grand Duke can't. When I grow up, I can also provide for your old age, but the Grand Duke still can't. So, our relationship should be better, right?"

Bron looked at him coldly and didn't respond.

Seeing that Lao Kulong didn't say anything, Erbao immediately said, "If you don't say anything, it means you agree!"

Bron still said nothing.

Seeing that Bron did not refute, Erbao felt even more proud and took advantage of the situation by using Bron's legs as a swing, swinging back and forth.

While swaying, he said with a smile: "Hey, if you are nice to me, then I won't hate you anymore."

Bron spoke again, but asked: "Do you hate me?"

Erbao blinked his innocent eyes: "I wouldn't say I hate it, I just don't like it."

Rawson broke out in a sweat after hearing this.

Listen, what are you talking about?

But Mr. Bloom, instead of getting angry, asked, "Why don't you like it?"

Erbao rested his chin on his hand, thought for a moment, and gave a reason no one had expected. "Because when I first came here, you wouldn't give me enough to eat! And you wouldn't let me go out to play!"

Braum: “…”

Rosen: “…”

When Erbao thought about not being able to go out to play, he looked at Badhole angrily and stretched out his little hand, landing on Bron's beard, "If you don't let me go out to play, I'll pull your beard!"

The old butler Rawson widened his eyes.

He, he, he... he actually dared to pull Mr. Bloom's beard?

This young master is so brave!

Bron's face darkened instantly, anger rising: "How dare you pull my beard?"

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?

He was really angry.

Erbao's little body shuddered, but he wasn't timid at all: "I used to sit on my great-grandfather's lap like this all the time and pull his beard, and he never got angry, humph."

Bron's tone softened, and he asked in a cold voice, "Why?"

Erbao raised his chin and said, "Of course it's because my great grandfather likes me. Could it be that my great grandfather doesn't like me?"

Braum had a cold face and said nothing.

Erbao snorted: "Huh, I knew Grandpa didn't like me. Then I'm leaving. I won't come to Grandpa's house to play anymore. Bye!"

After saying that, Erbao jumped off Braum's legs and walked out angrily.

Braum felt empty, and he couldn't tell where it was, so he blurted out, "Stop!"

Hearing this, Rawson immediately stepped forward and stopped Erbao.

Erbao turned his head and glared at Lao Kulong angrily: "Why won't you let me go?"

Bron glanced at Erbao, then turned to look at Rawson and ordered, "Bring him something to eat."

what?

Rosen thought he was hallucinating until he met Bron's serious gaze. Then he reacted and immediately turned around and told the servants to bring in food.

Erbao just raised his little feet, but when he heard there was food, he immediately put them back.

I was just chasing the big dog and I got hungry. If there's food, it wouldn't be a problem...

After a while, Lawson came with snacks and juice, as well as chocolate and pudding, which children love...

Erbao was very happy eating.

And Bron just sat aside and watched Erbao eat quietly.

Rawson looked relieved. It was the first time he saw Mr. Bloom so kind and gentle. It seemed that this young master had something special. Or maybe Mr. Bloom had been lonely for too long, and seeing such a lively and lovely child touched his cold heart.

Unexpectedly, Erbao was full and clapped his hands to leave, "I'm leaving, Grandpa, see you next time."

Bron's brows knitted into a knot.

Seeing Erbao open the door, Butler Rawson looked at Bron and asked quietly, "Should we call the young master back?"

Bron said coldly: "Let him go."

The tone sounded a little unhappy.

After all, who would just clap their hands and leave after eating without saying thank you?

Suddenly, Erbao turned his head and said to Rawson with hope in his eyes, "Grandpa, we will be good friends from now on."

The corners of Rawson's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at Mr. Bloom.

All I heard was Bron saying softly, "Well, good friend."

Erbao giggled and this time he really left.