The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

They went into a children's clothing store, and Feige bought two outfits, while Wutang also bought two.

When the sales clerk saw the two little ones come to buy things alone, she was initially quite worried.

But Feige explained that this was her allowance, and her parents were too busy to accompany her shopping for clothes, so the sales clerk understood.

After leaving the children's clothing store,

"Master, where are we going now?"

"Find a place to stay"

"Master, would you like to stay at a hotel?"

"Um"

Because she was a child and didn't have an ID card, Feige took Wutang directly to a hotel that wasn't doing well to rest.

She didn't register; she went straight to her room.

"Wu Tang, take a rest. We'll set off once you're rested."

"Yes, Master."

The next day, Feige left with Wutang, leaving 200 yuan on the bed.

"Wu Tang, where is that boy?"

"There's a certain place in this city, let me look for it."

quickly,

"Master, we've found him! He's being beaten up by a group of people; he'll probably die soon."

"Walk"

When Feige and Wutang arrived, they saw a group of children, some older than others, surrounding the boy, uttering some vulgar language.

Feige rushed over and kicked each of the unruly kids, sending them flying a great distance.

I fell down with a thud, leaving a crater in the ground. It hurt so much!

They tried to get up, but they couldn't.

Feige helped the boy up, "How are you?"

The boy saw Feige, and he rubbed his eyes.

You're not dead.

"Not dead"

"I buried you with my own hands," the man said, puzzled.

"I was asleep then. You just left and I woke up right after," Feige said with a smile.

"Oh"

"sorry"

"Why are you saying sorry?" Feige asked curiously.

"I should have waited a little longer, then we wouldn't have had to bury it," the boy said apologetically.

Feige: "..." What can I say? I don't want to say anything.

Get up, let's go.

The boy stood up, his body covered in wounds.

"How did you do that?"

"It's alright, let's go."

Feige took the boy into a children's clothing store and bought two sets of clothes.

Then Feige took the boy to a hotel. After the boy took a hot shower and changed into clean clothes, Feige took him to get something to eat.

When they arrived at a restaurant, Feige ordered a big plate of chicken, Wutang ordered steamed pork with rice flour, and the boy ordered cucumber and pork slice soup. Feige felt it wasn't enough, so she also ordered a pickled fish dish.

The three of them enjoyed their meal, which was steaming hot, and they all worked up a sweat.

Feige and Wutang had agreed beforehand that Wutang would call Feige "sister".

"Sis, their pickled fish is so delicious!"

"Eat more if it's delicious, but watch out for fish bones. Don't blame me if you get a bone stuck in your throat," Feige reminded her.

"Okay," Wu Tang said, taking big bites.

"You should eat more too," Feige said to the boy.

"You look different than before," the boy asked.

"We've both died once, how can it be the same?" Feige shouted.

"By the way, I still don't know your name." This isn't Fei Ge's fault; the original owner had never asked him his name.

My name is Xiao Zi.

"Thank you for taking care of me all these years," Feige said with a smile.

"You're welcome. You've treated me to such a good meal; it's more than enough," the man said with a smile.

"Sister, I want another bowl of rice," Wu Tang said, handing the bowl to Fei Ge.

"I'll do it," the boy stood up and scooped rice for Wu Tang.

"Thank you, brother," Wu Tang said loudly.

"You are welcome"

Finally, the three of them finished all the food, and patted their round bellies, feeling extremely satisfied.

Feige paid the bill, and the three of them left the restaurant.

"Sister, where are we going now?" Wu Tang asked.

Feige looked at the boy and asked, "How old are you?"

"12"

The boy smiled and said,

The boy is very tall, 1.7 meters, while Feige is only 1.2 meters.

"Next, we need to find a place to stay. We don't have ID cards, so we can't rent a place, and it'll be hard to find one," Feige said after thinking for a moment.

“I know a place with a good house, let’s go check it out,” the boy suggested.

"OK, let's go"

An hour later, the three of them came to an alley, walked for a while, and arrived at a doorway.

"This is it. She's an elderly woman living alone, very lonely. We can persuade her to stay."

"Okay, knock on the door," Fei Ge thought.

The boy knocked on the door, and after a long time, the door opened.

An elderly woman in a wheelchair came out.

Who are you looking for?

"Grandma, it's me, Xiao Zi," the boy said happily.

The old woman looked at the boy. "Oh, it's you. Didn't you just start working? The house is very clean, you don't need to," the old woman said effeminately.

"That's not how it is, Grandma."

"Okay, come in and talk."

The three people went inside, and the boy closed the door.

Once inside, a fat cat was sleeping on the sofa. It looked up briefly when it heard the sound, then closed its eyes again and continued sleeping.

"Speak, what's wrong?"

"Grandma, these are my younger brother and sister. We have nowhere to go right now. Could they stay at your house for a while? Don't worry, we'll pay you."

The old lady glanced at Feige and Wutang.

"Alright, but you don't need to pay. Anyway, I'm an old woman all alone, your presence will make things more lively."

"Thank you, Grandma," the boy said happily.

Wu Tang walked over and hugged the old lady. "Hello, Grandma, my name is Wu Tang."

"Grandma, she's the older sister, her name is Ge'er."

"well"

The old lady smiled happily.

"Are you hungry? I'll go cook," the old lady asked.

"Grandma, we're not hungry," Feige said.

"Grandma, let me massage your legs." Wu Tang squatted down in front of the old lady and massaged her legs. The old lady was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.

"Xiao Zi, go and tidy up the rooms. Any of the empty rooms will do," the old lady instructed.

"Okay, Grandma," the boy said and went to do his chores.

Feige walked over and squatted down next to the old lady.

Grandma, what happened to your leg?

"My rheumatism is chronic and it's incurable."

"Oh," the old lady said regretfully.

"Grandma, let me give you a massage," Feige said, touching the old lady's legs and transferring an energy point to her.

After a while, Feige let go.

"Grandma, your leg isn't serious."

"You're in a wheelchair, and it's not serious yet," the old lady said, patting Feige's head. Feige felt a strange warmth she had never experienced before, and she enjoyed it. Yes, she enjoyed it.

"Grandma, you're so kind, you're a blessing."

"Yes, Grandma is blessed," the old lady smiled.

"Grandma, we're all homeless children. We don't have ID cards or household registration. We might have to trouble you for a while," Feige said softly.

"It's alright, stay if you want, I'm happy." The old lady was genuinely happy.

It's raining,

"It's raining again, and my legs are even more uncomfortable," the old lady said unhappily.

"Grandma, don't worry, your leg will be better tomorrow," Feige said with a smile.

"Okay, tomorrow will be better." The old lady knew the little girl was comforting her, but she was still happy.

The rain was heavy, and the area outside quickly became flooded.

"Children, are you cold?"

"Grandma, you're not cold," Wu Tang called sweetly.

"Grandma, I'm not cold either," Feige said.

"Grandma, are you cold?" Wu Tang asked.

"Grandma isn't cold. What Grandma wants to say is that if you are cold, I'll find you some clothes to wear. They may be adult clothes, but they'll be warm enough." The old lady said with a kind smile.

"Okay, Grandma, thank you, Grandma."

"Thank you grandma"