Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

Holding the boy who was full of tears but smiling triumphantly, he returned to the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing mud on the boy's shoes, Xia Murong wiped the boy's feet with a hot towel, "Really? angry?"

Young Master Jiao, who successfully fought back, shook his head obediently, "Don't be angry anymore, it's evened." After touching his clean feet, Young Master Jiao, who was actually quite hygienic, felt a little guilty, "How do you know I'm walking barefoot?" Poor The gold master is really powerful.

Xia Murong: "..."

Seeing the poor benefactor frowning and looking up at him, Young Master Jiao knew that he was bad and exposed himself. My mother didn't like him the most before, so she quickly put on a stern face, "Actually, I'm still a little angry. Are you going to The person who raised me, how can words not count? So this time you are wrong, and it is very, very wrong, and I am only slightly wrong. After the offset, let me see, you still owe me a lot of wrong. "

Young Master Jiao, who is very good at settling accounts, finished his analysis carefully, but his tone was gentle and gentle. He looked like he was actually easy to discuss, but his eyes kept sneaking at the face of the poor benefactor.The frowning poor benefactor is very scary, Young Master Jiao said that he is a little scared now.But if you are afraid, you are afraid. Young Master Jiao is unwilling to accept punishment. After pointing out the mistake of the poor benefactor, Young Master Jiao rubbed into the arms of the poor benefactor, and began to act coquettishly in a soft voice, "I am willing not to be angry with you, and you are too Don't scold me, okay? If you scold me, you won't grow taller, so how can you rely on me in the future?"

The boy in his arms spoke nice things in a soft voice, and he did the calculations very clearly, but he didn't have the slightest confidence.Xia Murong pulled out the boy in his arms, and looked at each other without being confused, "So are you still angry now?"

"Uh, don't be angry anymore, what about you?" Young Master Jiao pursed his lips, and threw himself into the arms of the poor benefactor without giving up, and asked back while hugging him tightly.

"I wasn't angry at first, but you have to promise me that you won't be able to walk barefoot in the future." What Xia Murong was worried about was that the child's soles would also have red bumps, which would be both painful and troublesome.Dirty or not, he doesn't really think it's a big deal. When he was a child, in summer, his peers ran around barefoot.

"Then you also have to promise me that you will take me with you wherever you go in the future, and I won't stay in bed anymore, do you believe me?" When this matter was mentioned, Young Master Jiao's sadness seemed to rise slightly, Thinking of the panic and helplessness when I just woke up and found myself alone in the room, Young Master Jiao, who had just promised not to be angry, beat the poor benefactor's chest twice, emphasizing again, "Don't leave me behind. ,I am afraid!"

When Xia Murong heard the boy's weeping voice at the end, he had a headache, well, he got around him again.Then the boy who wiped his face with his hand continued to say, "Mom also agreed to take me with her, but she disappeared as soon as she woke up, and never came back later. Is it the same for you?"

It was rare for the boy to take the initiative to raise his head and look at him, his moist eyes were wide open, and he tried hard not to let the tears fall, his small appearance was really pitiful.Xia Murong raised his head and swallowed a sigh. Only now did he really understand what the little breach of contract that he thought was no big deal meant to the boy.He actually knew about it, but he didn't care about it.That's why he didn't want to get involved with this kid in the first place. He's really not good at dealing with fragile kids who need to be taken care of.

"It's so good, a good child really can't cry three times a day, otherwise he will be a bad child, and adults don't like it." Xia Murong wiped the tears from the corners of the children's eyes, and gave the limit again calmly. Children have a good memory.

Blinking, Young Master Jiao stopped crying completely now, feeling a little sad in his heart.It's over, my mother never told him such an important matter, no wonder the neighbors' uncles and aunts, including the school teachers, don't like him very much, obviously he is quite obedient.I have cried once just now, so save it, Young Master Jiao raised his head, "Will you always like me if I don't cry from now on?"

Xia Murong hooked the corners of his lips, "So you can't cry if it's not a very sad thing. When you want to cry, you have to bear it first. If you can't help it, you have to see me before you can cry. If you can do this, I will I will always like you." The child listened to him very seriously, Xia Murong suddenly felt that the boy was actually very easy to coax, but this kind of coaxing was based on a basis that made him feel a little distressed, his child It seems to be particularly afraid of not being liked.

"Brother Mumu, you look so pretty when you smile, I like you." Young Master Jiao suddenly said, staring at the smile on Xia Murong's mouth, he really felt that such a poor rich man suddenly became very good-looking.The topic was a bit jumpy, Xia Murong didn't react a little bit, Xia Murong instinctively disapproved of the childish boy, "Declaration..."

"Call me to talk." Young Master Jiao corrected a bit shyly but firmly and quickly.Now that the relationship is different, the address will naturally change accordingly. If the poor benefactor does not realize this, Young Master Jiao feels that it is his duty to remind the poor benefactor.

Xia Murong: "...Okay Yanyan, are you really 14 years old, did you really go to high school at the age of 14? Why are you not independent and brave like a big kid, and you often cry? You count, We have only known each other for a few days, how many times have you cried?"

This boy really doesn't look like a 14-year-old boy. It's not bad to be eleven or twelve years old. Not to mention the height problem, but the behavior and tone of speech are not the same. He will be 14 years old. My son can do anything.It can be imagined that the boy's mother absolutely dotes on the boy on weekdays. What is rare is that although the boy is delicate, he is not coquettish, and he is cute and cute.

The poor benefactor's unhurried doubts made Young Master Jiao tremble all over, and he didn't care about the sadness just now, "Really, I didn't lie, you have to believe me, I have a student ID card. Besides, I am very brave , have you forgotten that I beat the big black dog away for you yesterday. Crying... uh... I'm sad these days, please don't be angry with me, please. After you just said last night, you can only be with you Are you crying in front of a person, and you want to break your promise again!"

Xia Murong: "..." Obviously this 14-year-old boy is indeed delicate, but he has a good memory, speaks clearly and well-founded, and he is so stunned that he has nothing to say.Xia Murong gave up on this question for the time being, forget it, just be more coquettish, boys are obedient, and they are not too old, so take your time.

"Okay, that's the end of this matter, come and help me with my work, my lord." Xia Murong looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and he moved faster, he didn't expect to spend so much time with children.

"Then you haven't promised not to abandon me in the future." Young Master Jiao, who has a good memory, put on his heels neatly and asked behind the poor benefactor, successfully bringing the topic back.

"Well, no more." Xia Murong rubbed the boy's head and wrote it down. His child is afraid of being alone, so even if it's a little troublesome, he will try his best to take it with him. Who made him agree to raise this child?

Young Master Jiao was overjoyed, and stared at him, "Then..."

Xia Murong raised his eyebrows, and Young Master Jiao, who intended to be seen through, silenced his voice instantly, why would he be so fierce if he didn't give a kiss?

Xia Murong: Some people are just bad-looking.