Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

As soon as Xia Murong lay down, there was a soft boy in his arms, and he couldn't help but feel a little satisfied, and even his tone softened unconsciously, "What's wrong, it's still itchy Do you want to apply some more medicine?"

Immediately, the drowsy Young Master Jiao shook his head like a rattle. After crying and making a fuss, the poor benefactor still did not forget to force him to apply the unpleasant ointment, which already made him very depressed Well, how can we do it again,

"Go to sleep, I'll save the money for you tomorrow, okay? Uh, continuing to go to the second year of high school should be stressful, and it happens that the next year is the next semester, so it's better for Yanyan to join the first year of high school." The words of the school, Yanyan, you are..."

While thinking about it for a long time, when he lowered his head, the child in his arms had already fallen asleep comfortably, and Xia Murong's words stopped abruptly.Pulling a quilt to cover the two of them, Xia Murong carefully moved his body down, and finally lay down completely, and there was no sign of being disturbed at all from the beginning to the end.

Under the bedside lamp, the boy with his mouth slightly open and exhaling was as quiet and beautiful as an angel.Xia Murong had this idea more than once, and gradually became fascinated by it, even forgot what he was thinking just now, and even fell asleep just watching it in a daze.

After waking up, Xia Murong moved his body a little, and most of his body was numb, but the baby in Naihe's arms didn't take it seriously at all, and even immediately expressed dissatisfaction with such a little external force that might disturb his sleep. He thumped it hard twice, and muttered, "I hate it, if you keep arguing, I'll let my brother clean you up!"

Dumbfounded by being punched twice, Xia Murong resigned himself to enjoying the constant numbness, but couldn't bear to wake up his baby, who was obviously tired.

Although what happened yesterday afternoon was confused by words, but Xia Murong had thought about it several times in his heart.

He believed that words would not lie to him, so Xia Murong did not doubt the origin of such a large sum of money.No matter what the reason is, Yanyan is willing to go home and have a look, which shows that Yanyan has more or less the courage to face the past experience again, which is a good thing.

Xia Murong woke up once in the middle of the night, because his chest was scalded by strings of hot and humid water droplets.

Not daring to turn on the light to quarrel with the tearful boy, Xia Murong just kissed Yanyan's forehead again and again, and stroked Yanyan's back with his palm over and over again.

I don't know how long it took before the movement in my arms stopped.

In the darkness, Xia Murong lowered his eyebrows and tried to open his eyes wide to see Yanyan's face clearly, but it was all in vain.In the end, it was only the salty taste tasted on the tip of the tongue that lingered on the tip of the tongue, proving that this heartache that came suddenly and receded quietly, lingered and spread to the bottom of my heart.

His boy was crying in his dream, Xia Murong's heart trembled.

When Uncle Xia knocked on the door a few times in dissatisfaction, Xia Murong had no choice but to ruthlessly push the man in his arms, "Yanyan, wake up, let's go shopping today, shall we buy you something delicious?" Wake up, good boy, wake up if you don't sleep."

Manifest frowned in embarrassment. It was hard for him not to wake up from such a loud knock on the door and such a gentle coaxing sound.But I don't want to open my eyes, I really wake up when I open my eyes, and I can't stay in bed anymore.

Unable to recognize the boy who got up, he firmly closed his eyes, turned his head to refuse the cruel disturbance from the people around him, and tried hard to fall asleep again.

Xia Murong knew that he should be tougher, but his outstretched hand was always on Yanyan's shoulder, and he couldn't shake it vigorously.

Helpless, Xia Murong got out of bed first and opened the door, and smiled apologetically at the bearded and staring Uncle Xia, "Uncle, it will be ready soon, can we wait a little longer?"

Uncle Xia is a man who hates iron but not steel. He glanced at the little bastard huddled on the bed, held back, but couldn't hold back, and knocked on Xia Murong's head, "You idiot, look at your habit of talking, How long has it been? It's just like this, you will feel better in the future. Yanyan is already very delicate, why don't you take the opportunity to screw him over!"

Xia Murong listened seriously, and smiled honestly, "No, Uncle, I'm so used to talking, and Yanyan is good, it's not like you don't know."

After coaxing Uncle Xia away, Xia Murong looked at the little ball on the bed and was stunned for a while before thinking of washing his face and brushing his teeth, but the door was opened just as the toothpaste was squeezed on.

The weeping young master Jiao wobbled and hugged his waist, feeling much more at ease, and after rubbing against him, there was no movement.Xia Murong looked over in the mirror, heh, Yan Yan just fell asleep standing up like this?

Xia Murong was funny and heartbroken, he was really tired of Yan Yan yesterday afternoon, and he didn't know how he was tossing about, and he still got off at the wrong station.Uh, the box is really heavy, no wonder I'm so tired.

Pulling Yanyan out of his arms, the dissatisfied boy stomped his feet anxiously, he hasn't slept enough yet.Hey, why don't you even let people sleep?Aren't they no longer short of money? Why did the poor benefactor get up so early, so that he had no choice but to get up by himself!

Xia Murong didn't care what Yan Yan was thinking, while Yan Yan was still asleep, he quickly pinched his chin and brushed his teeth.Mouth full of toothpaste foam so stimulating, okay, Young Master Jiao couldn't hold on any longer, and glared at his poor benefactor in protest.

"gargle."

Xia Murong, who served home well, held a water glass and said, the young master Jiao obediently rinsed his mouth, and obediently stretched his neck to let the poor benefactor wash his face.He let out a small sigh in his heart, assuming that his family's poor benefactor is on the way, he will not care about being woken up in the morning.

After taking care of Young Master Jiao, Xia Murong quickly took care of himself.

When changing clothes, Xia Murong first checked the rash on Young Master Jiao's body, and frowned. The medicine is effective, but not very obvious. He touched it lightly, "Is it still itchy?"

Grinning his teeth, Young Master Jiao looked at Xia Murong with a look of "Why are you so stupid", and muttered: "I had almost forgotten about it, brother, why did you bring it up again? What should I do, start now It's itchy, give it a lick-lick."

Again.

This time Xia Murong refused with peace of mind, his family Yanyan knew how to climb up the ladder very well, and his face seemed to be a lot thicker.Obviously Yanyan was very afraid of him at the beginning, he remembered that even a slight frown at that time could make Yanyan so frightened that he dared not speak out.

"Brother...brother...I itch, you lick-lick."

The young master Jiao who had tasted the sweetness lingered persistently, and unconsciously licked his lips. This, this, this, what expression is this reminiscing about?Xia Murong felt that he must have misunderstood, the words are still young, how can he understand those things, yesterday was just the first time he had a little reaction, it was so jerky...cute.

Xia Murong took a deep breath, suppressed some unreasonable thoughts, and said with a serious face, "Come here and apply the medicine, be obedient!"

Young Master Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing naked so that his family's poor benefactor could help him apply the medicine, and he was immediately aggrieved.

Woo, was the poor benefactor trying to kill him just now?

why!

How could this be!

Wanting to accuse him, he lowered his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the top of the hair of the poor benefactor who knelt in front of him and carefully helped him apply the medicine, leaning back slightly. From this angle, the facial features of the poor benefactor were especially The three-dimensional, very good-looking.

Manifesto tried his best to think of adjectives that could be used to praise the poor benefactor, but was discouraged to find that there was still "good-looking" besides "good-looking", so he honestly stared at the poor benefactor of his family, forgetting for a moment that he had just been murdered. thing.

Looking at it, the young master Jiao who tilted his head felt a little dry, and said blankly, "Brother, I'm thirsty."

Xia Murong, who was rubbing the medicine on his waist, said "hmm" without raising his head, "Wait a minute, it's almost ready." He said, speeding up the speed of rubbing the medicine.

In fact, you don't need to speed up.

Master Jiao thought.

I don't know why, looking at the poor benefactor who was half kneeling in front of him and slightly bent over to rub the medicine on him, Young Master Jiao couldn't move his eyes.Especially when it rubbed against his thigh, the poor benefactor's lips were almost facing his... Young Master Jiao became short of breath, and when he reacted, his face naturally turned red.

Swallowing his saliva, Young Master Jiao straightened his waist slightly, almost cautiously, and then rubbed the face of the poor benefactor as if nothing.Nervously checking the face of the poor benefactor, there seemed to be no reaction.

A little more courageous, Young Master Jiao tried a few more times with a subtle psychology that he didn't understand. This kind of experience of secretly contacting the poor benefactor was really great, and he couldn't bear to stop at all.

"Brother...Brother, there are also...uh, rashes on Xiaoyanyan, don't patronize...ah..."

With an exclamation, it was not only Young Master Jiao who was stunned, Xia Murong also trembled all over, and after a while he pretended to be calm and let out a "hmm", and wiped the ointment on Xiao Yanyan quite naturally, obviously not as good as the others The place is polished meticulously.

The young master Jiao who did something wrong didn't dare to make a sound at all, his body was still maintaining the pleasant feeling brought by the touch just now, and his mind was full of the poor benefactor raised his head casually, but his lips just happened to wipe his things Screenshot over the top.

A certain nerve in his head tensed up, Young Master Jiao tried his best to restrain himself, but he was still hardened unstoppably.

Xia Murong stared at something close at hand, raised his head, the flustered boy quickly adjusted his expression, completely innocent, and even the villain complained first, "Brother, it got up again, it's really disobedient, let's ignore it .”

What else can I say, how should I say it?

Xia Murong continued to apply the medicine as indifferently as possible, maybe he should consider asking Uncle Xia to help wipe it, who is torturing if this continues!

Being ignored again, Young Master Jiao was dissatisfied and did not dare to complain too much, so he had to "hum" twice in protest.

"Mu Mu, are you alright? What about the ink marks..." Uncle Xia's loud voice sounded, and the door was opened.

One person frowned in dissatisfaction, really, the atmosphere is already bad, and there are still saboteurs.

One person was inexplicably guilty, "Uh, uncle, it will be fine soon, really."

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