Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

The sky was light, Xia Murong woke up, the boy in his arms was sleeping soundly wrapped around him like an octopus, and his light breath sprayed on his chest, vivid and real.It's been a long time, and it's nice to wake up with another person's presence next to you.There were slight footsteps outside the door, and Uncle Xia had already woken up.Xia Murong tried to push the boy, but he didn't wake up.Tried to pull the boy's hands and feet away, but failed, and instead was entangled even tighter by the boy who unconsciously expressed dissatisfaction.

Xia Murong had a bit of a headache. If he hadn't been concerned about Young Master Jiao's tender skin, he would have pulled him off with force. "Declaration, wake up..." He yelled and pushed the boy gently. After a long while, the boy The son finally opened his eyes in a daze, but without seeing who he was, he rubbed against his neck and said, "Mom, I'm sleepy, I still want to sleep."

Xia Murong was quite speechless, how did this young master Jiao's mother spoil him, did he still sleep with his mother when he was such an adult?Frowning, Xia Murong hugged the boy directly and sat up. The uncomfortable posture made the boy wake up a little bit. He blinked his sour eyes, and after a moment of stupefaction, he yawned and muttered, "Uh , Brother Wood."

"Well, let go." Xia Murong responded.

"Why?" The boy nodded his head, but let go of his hands obediently, hanging on the bed, and the whole body tended to shrink into his arms again, as if he had no bones.A child's body is already quite soft, let alone this delicate young master.Without restraint, Xia Murong took the opportunity to get up, put the child's head and waist in his hands and laid him flat on the bed, "Good boy, sleep a little longer, Uncle Xia and I will go to set up a street stall."

"Huh?" Young Master Jiao, who couldn't keep his eyes open, tried hard to think about what the poor benefactor said, and when he realized it, he was unhappy, "I'm going too, I'm going, uh..." As he spoke, he really The sleepy Young Master Jiao's voice gradually became quieter, but there was still a slight struggle, he didn't want to be left alone.

"Okay, I'll wash my face first, and then you can sleep for a while." Xia Murong said loosely, so that the struggle of Young Master Jiao, who was at ease, stopped, and he tilted his head, and fell asleep in seconds.

"Still asleep?" Uncle Xia pointed to the child in the room and asked softly.Xia Murong closed the door and nodded, "Well, I think I've never gotten up so early before, I'm sleepy, let him sleep."

"Sleep well. If this kid follows him, it might be a lot of trouble. You, don't make yourself suffer anymore. It's almost enough. It's not your son. Why do you spoil me so much?" Uncle Xia shook his head. , in his heart, no matter what happened, his family suffered a big loss, even though the child was really well-behaved.

"Understood, uncle." Xia Murong smiled, "I didn't pamper you too much, kid, just don't worry about it." Uncle Xia didn't take it seriously. He helped bathe and wash clothes, hugging and hugging It's my dear, if this is not considered petting, then what is it?Mu Mu definitely didn't remember how he treated the little ghosts at home, all of them added up could never compare to one-fifth of what he treated this child now.

Mu Mu has experienced hardships, and what he dislikes the most is the kind of delicate species. At a young age, he has a kind of machismo feeling, thinking that boys must be capable, so that girls can relax a little bit.But now, that delicate boy is obviously an exception, and it is the child's ability to get Mu Mu's love easily.

Uncle Xia shook his head, forget it, forget it, just do it if Mu Mu thinks it's good, and the boy doesn't look like he's going to cause trouble, so he should be Mu Mu's companion.After closing the gate, Xia Murong went into the courtyard, and Uncle Xia went out of the courtyard.These two places grow a lot of vegetables and fruits. Uncle Xia’s friend’s family used to live in the countryside, and later bought this small bungalow in the town when they got rich, but they are not used to planting useless flowers and plants. Part of the open space is used to grow food, leaving only a so-called greenhouse to play elegantly with others.

The prices of freshly picked vegetables and fruits are a little higher than wholesale ones. In summer, there is always a difference between fresh ones and fresh ones.After sorting and packing them in baskets, the two loaded the things into the car and drove to the town.

The unique motor sound of a tricycle came, and then gradually faded away. The sleeping Young Master Jiao frowned and began to become uneasy.This subconscious unease gradually spread, and finally Master Jiao woke up with a start.He looked around in a panic, but there was no one there.He rushed out of the room before he could put on his shoes, but there was still no one.

He yelled twice unwillingly, but only heard his own voice, the room was quiet, the larger the space, the quieter it was, as quiet as if no one existed.Young Master Jiao subconsciously breathed lightly, as if he could hide his own existence by doing so.I would rather not exist than be alone.

Young Master Jiao tried his best to open his eyes wide and raised his chin to prevent the moisture in his eyes from spreading.He wants to grow taller, he can't cry, and if he wants to cry, he can only cry when the poor benefactor comes back.He remembered all of these and would be obedient, but why did the poor benefactor still abandon him?You obviously agreed to take him with you, didn't you?Young Master Jiao tapped his head, blaming himself for falling asleep, how stupid!

Open the gate, and you will see a row of carports, and there are several garages next to the carports.The coolness under his feet reminded Manifesto, he walked slowly back to the room alone with a sullen face, and then came out slowly wearing slippers.The sky has brightened a lot, and the moonlight and stars are still hanging in the sky.Declaration stood in the huge walled courtyard, glanced indifferently, and walked around aimlessly.

It should have been a long time, but the poor benefactor has not returned yet.Young Master Jiao opened the courtyard door, and there was an empty space in front of him, except for the rows of green trees planted beside the road to block part of the view.After taking a step, he paused and retracted his feet. Young Master Jiao closed the courtyard door, sat on the stone steps in front of the gate, and leaned his head on the door frame.Just wait here.

Xia Murong came back by a tricycle carrying passengers, there were not many people, and it only cost [-] cents to ride back.The only bad thing was that the car couldn't drive to the place where he lived, and only dropped him off at the nearest intersection.He walked all the way back with empty baskets, he actually sold out quite early today, but Uncle Xia has already gone to the store and it is impossible to take him back, and the passenger tricycles coming in their direction will not be available until at least eight o'clock.

Touching the breakfast in his pocket, it was still hot, Xia Murong quickened his pace.He had already eaten the cold one before, and when he saw the car coming from a distance, he hurriedly bought a hot one and put it in his pocket.

With a sound of "squeak", the iron door opened and closed again, Xia Murong saw the sleeping boy leaning against the door frame, and pursed his thin lips lightly.Put all the baskets into the storage room, close the door, and when he turned around, he saw that the child had already woken up, staring at him with bright black eyes, his little face was expressionless, as if he had not yet woken up. It was like waking up, but Xia Murong knew that the child was angry.

"Have you washed your face yet? Forget it, I brought you some breakfast, and it's the same when you wash after eating." Xia Murong handed the food to the boy. He thought that the child who lost his temper would refuse it ungratefully. Yes, but Manifesto took it and ate it without saying a word. The speed was not fast, but he ate it cleanly, and he didn’t even forget to lick his fingertips. , well-behaved people feel distressed.

With just such a movement, Xia Murong swallowed all the words he had prepared to say.The kid was trying to make him feel bad, and he really felt bad, so he lost.Xia Murong hurried back to the room, took a shower with cold water, changed into clean clothes and came out.The boy watched him approach without changing his movements, and only reacted a little when he was picked up by him. He stretched out his arms and hugged his neck, and then rubbed his cheek against his neck, and then there was a little damp heat from his neck feel.

The expression of the boy biting his lips and crying softly defeated Xia Murong, he didn't know what to do with such a child, if the child yelled at him unreasonably, then even if he was concerned about the child's delicate skin Well, Xia Murong also knows how to teach others, such a big child can't be used to it.But the child just obeyed without crying or fussing, and the eyes were clearly not accusations but full of sadness after being left behind.

Xia Murong didn't believe that such a young boy could pretend to be so realistic, so he knew that this trivial matter in his opinion really hurt the boy, which made him feel guilty.Since he has promised to take care of the child, he should at least be responsible for the child's emotions.

"Hey, stop crying, I'm back."

"Woooo, you promised to take me with you."

"Well, sorry."

"Woooooo, I'm scared alone."

"Well, sorry."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Well, sorry."

"You can't leave me behind."

"Well, sorry."

"Then kiss me, and I will forgive you."

"..."

The tearful boy sniffled, blinked his eyes, and pursed his lips in a "you gotta take this chance or I won't be with you" look.Xia Murong, who was wronged, did not hesitate for too long, and lightly placed a kiss on the boy's lips, "Aren't you angry?"

The corner of his mouth was raised slightly, and the boy "hummed", "Still angry." His face was full of complacency, as if he had taken advantage of the sky.In fact, it was nothing more than a small breach of contract to retaliate against the poor benefactor.