house boy

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In the next period of time, the boy found that female classmates came to the house more and more frequently.Sometimes on weekends, before he came home by himself, the female classmate was already sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking tea.

The female classmate is the pride of heaven, usually extremely proud in school, but only when facing the young master will she show her gentle side.

She also sweetly asked the young master to do it, brother Xinyu.

The young master's name is Meng Xinyu, and it is said that the master chose for him a refined and gentle meaning.

The boy especially liked the young master's name, but in the past, he only dared to say it silently a few times when he was under the quilt.

He suddenly felt jealous. Looking at the smiling face of his female classmate, he scratched his heart and felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry.

"Zhou Zhou Zhou, are you back?" The female classmate didn't recognize the strangeness in his expression at all. She smiled and raised the cup in her hand, showing the mind that a hostess should have.

She invited: "Come and taste this almond cake, I made it specially."

The boy suddenly became angry, he didn't know where he came from, and he walked up to the female classmate in a few steps.

"Don't you have to go back to your own home?" In front of the young master, he still couldn't help being aggressive: "Why do you show up here every weekend? Don't you have to go home to see your parents? "

"Zhou Zhou!" The female classmate was stunned by his sudden accusation, and she screamed: "You mean I'm not welcome?!"

The boy lowered his head and smiled wryly: "What right do I have to say whether you are welcome or not? You are the young master's guest, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the young master, but he still couldn't see the slightest expression on the young master's face.

The boy suddenly felt powerless. He smiled at the female classmate and said, "I'm sorry, I'm busy." Then he turned and walked upstairs.

But when I got back to the room and was about to close the door, I saw the young master stretched out his hand to block it.

"Shouldn't you explain it to me?"

"I'm sorry." The boy felt extremely wronged, but he didn't know how to explain all this to the young master.

Over the past few days, everything he did, said, and thought was falling from heaven to the bottom of the valley.He thought that the young master already knew about his extraordinary feelings for him, but the young master's attitude remained the same as before, lukewarm.

He couldn't say that he was jealous of the female classmate who could sit face to face with the young master and drink tea. He couldn't bear to be exiled by the young master sooner or later. He didn't want to leave the young master, and he didn't want the young master to fall in love with anyone else. He was embarrassed.

So he endured the pain in his heart.

"I'm really sorry." He said, "I didn't mean it just now."

"I didn't intend to hear your apology." The young master's voice was still calm, but there seemed to be a hint of anger in his eyes.He looked at him: "You can trust me, and tell me frankly and frankly what you want and want to say."

"What do I want?"

The boy raised his head and suddenly smiled wryly. He laughed at himself: "Master, I don't have anything I want. If you have to say the same thing, Master, you will get married in the future and give me a place to stay. Don't drive me away." Just go... that's it."

"That's it?" The young master looked indifferent, then turned around and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Okay." He hesitated to speak: "Then you...have a good rest."

"Wait!" the boy yelled suddenly, like crazy.

The young master turned his head and met his eyes.

"Master, do you really not know what I want?" The boy broke his boat and ignored everything.

The young master looked at him quietly, waiting for his next words.

"I want you!" The boy burst into tears like crazy, with endless determination, he tugged at the corner of the young master's clothes: "I want you... like me!"

"That's it?" The young master raised his eyebrows at him and suddenly smiled.

The boy didn't understand his reaction, but was teased by the young master's sudden vivid expression, his heart seemed to miss half a beat.

"Well, well!" He suddenly summoned up his courage and straightened up: "I, I mean, I want, you..."

The boy swallowed his saliva while speaking, and finally answered the second half of the sentence, he said: "I want...you only like me."

"Only like you?" The young master leaned over and kissed the boy's soft lips unexpectedly.Then he got up and looked at him with a smile: "like this?"

The boy was dumbfounded, his eyes widened, and he looked at the smiling person in front of him.

"You, you...Young Master, you..."

"I wish Zhou Zhou." The young master seemed to call his name so solemnly for the first time, and he said, "There is no one more stupid than you in the whole world!"

Then he took half a step forward, wrapping the completely stupid boy into his arms.

"Do you know what my father said in the last letter he left for me? He gave you this old house and left you to me."

The young master leaned into the boy's ear and said softly, "You are the most precious gift he left me."

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Flowers are over! ! !Probably no extra episodes~~~A simple little story~~~I hope someone likes it~~~Meme~

Mathematics is the root of all evil

On weekend afternoons, the young master was sitting by the small flower bed on the balcony, reading a newspaper while drinking tea.

The boy obediently crouched on the young master's spacious desk to do his homework, and looked up from time to time, happily peeking at the young master beside him.

The young master's entire face was almost covered behind the huge newspaper, but his tone came through the back of the paper coldly: "When you are doing your homework, don't look around."

"Oh." The boy shrank his neck immediately, and was caught on the spot, but he no longer felt scared, only felt that his stomach was full of sweetness.

The housekeeper knocked on the door, and came in with a pile of clothes: "Master, all the clothes you want next week have been ironed for you."

"Got it." The young master didn't lift his head: "Put it on the sofa first, I'll clean it up myself later."

"Okay sir."

The butler closed the door and withdrew.

"How much have you done? Show me." The young master put down the newspaper.

The boy happily ran over, handed over the test paper with both hands, and sat down next to the young master.

The young master opened the test paper and glanced at it, then frowned slightly and took a sip of tea.

"Young master, young master." The boy had no idea that the crisis was coming, and was still immersed in the sweet atmosphere of love. He raised his head and rubbed his face on the young master's shoulder: "Are you going to go out again next week?" ?”

"En." The young master answered coldly.

"Then, do you still want to go to the dance?"

Since the young master's successful meeting, there has been a trend in the city that every dinner must have a dance.

Immediately afterwards, the boy felt a little dangerous, and whispered: "Then those ladies invited you to dance, you must not agree to them lightly!"

"I will promise you only if you can pass the math test next week." The young master said calmly.

As soon as the boy said "ah?", the young master handed the test paper back to him coldly.

Then the young master got up and walked out of the room with a cold face.

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Downstairs, the young master handed a packed box to the housekeeper: "Please, wait for Zhou Zhou's exam results to come out next week, and you can give this to him."

The butler put the box in his hand and weighed it lightly: "Master, what's in it?"

"Peach amulet wood sword and doll." The young master paused: "I bought them when I went to Norway last week. Zhou Zhou should like them."

"Master, why don't you give it to him directly?" the housekeeper asked him.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." The young master's face was a little red, and he turned away slightly.

The butler pretended not to see it, and couldn't help but chuckled inwardly: "Oh, yes, I'm going out, young master."

"Wait!" The young master called to stop him: "It's better to wait until next week. If Zhou Zhou's math score exceeds 60 points, you will give it to him."

"Ah?" The butler couldn't believe it, and turned to look at him.

The young master met his face, and asked with some uncertainty: "Is it...too strict?"

"No...it's not." The housekeeper drooped his chin: "Master, you are...too unprincipled, aren't you?"

The young master was at a loss.

"Zhou Zhou is a high school student, and the math test papers are all 150 points..." The housekeeper was heartbroken.

"Then... 70?" The young master asked tentatively.

"Young Master." The butler was a little out of breath: "Wouldn't it be over if you just give the gift to Zhou Zhou?"

"Gift?!" The boy suddenly jumped out from behind the door, laughing loudly: "What gift? Master, do you want to give me a gift?!"

The butler squinted to hint that there was a box on the table.

The boy ran over immediately, reaching out to get the box.

"No!" The young master pressed it down: "You will not be allowed to open it until your math scores come out next week."

"I can't..." The boy looked around at the housekeeper uncle and the young master, and finally settled on the young master's somewhat cold face: "Can't you... be accommodating?"

"I wish Zhou Zhou, you don't want to be for the one you love..." The young master paused, covered his lips and coughed lightly: "... make peace, try hard?"

The boy was stunned, retracted his hand, recalled what the young master said just now, but his heart was pounding and clamoring non-stop: "Master, you mean..."

The young master walked away quickly: "Ahem, sir... In short, if you can get 75 points in the test, I will promise to grant you one more wish."

"Really?!" The boy was overjoyed: "Is everything really okay?"

"En." The young master walked a little further away.

"I will work hard!" The boy smiled, cupped his hands into a horn, and yelled in the direction where the young master left, deafeningly loud.

Then he came back to his senses and found that the housekeeper was still standing aside.

"Damn!" The housekeeper clenched his fists, made a cheering gesture to the boy, and whispered, "Come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

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A week later, in the garden.

"Young Master, Young Master!" The boy ran upstairs as soon as he got out of the car, holding a test paper in his hand: "My grades are out! Look and see!"

The young master put down the pen and reached out to take it: "74.5?"

"Yeah!" The boy was so excited: "I can open the gift you gave me now, right?"

The young master gave a faint "hmm", and saw the boy carefully pull out the box from under the bed.

"I was thinking of asking the teacher to give me an extra five points, but I have nothing to do if the teacher doesn't agree." The boy said regretfully, "However, even if I say my wish, you are not willing to give it. Forget it then...Wow! Wooden sword!"

The boy was thrilled.

"Tell me." The young master looked at him laughing, and ran out of the afterimage in the room: "I may not agree."

"Yes... I want you, a kiss from you." After the boy finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and looked forward to it.

"That's really a pity." The young master lowered his eyes and returned the test paper to the boy: "It's still half a point away."

The boy took it with both hands, and with an expression of "I knew it", he pursed his lips and went out with a small wooden sword and dolls and toys.

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At night, the young master went downstairs to drink water, passed by the boy's room, saw that the door of his room was ajar, he gently reached out his hand, pushed the door open and entered.

The boy was sleeping soundly, hugging half of the pillow, muttering something in his mouth.

The young master saw that the little wooden sword had been placed on a bracket on the boy's desk by the moonlight that shone in slightly, and the dolls were also neatly placed beside him.

He leaned down and tapped lightly on the boy's ruddy lips.

Then he reached out and lightly tucked the corner of the quilt for the boy.

"Hmm." The boy woke up a little bit, he opened his eyes slightly, saw the person in front of him, and called softly: "Master? Am I dreaming?"

Then he turned over, closed his eyes, and said to himself happily: "It's a beautiful dream."

Seeing that he had fallen asleep, the young master got up and closed the door for him lightly.Then he stood at the door, lowered his head, and couldn't help but smile too.

"That's right, it's a sweet dream."