house boy

8,

The boy somehow got the approval of the young master, and was able to go home every weekend for the first time.

The driver uncle is responsible, showing up at the school gate early every Friday afternoon, and occasionally bringing him some food in advance, saying that the aunts and girls are worried that he will be hungry on the road.

After returning home, the boy was surprised to find that the young master didn't seem to be so busy recently, at least every weekend, he no longer left early and returned late like before.

When the weather is fine, the young master will always take out a book and read it quietly on the flowered chair on the balcony while blowing the air.

So no matter whether it was intentional or unintentional, the boy would always inexplicably appear directly under the young master's balcony, wandering around the flower bed with nothing to do.

Sometimes I play badminton with the gardener uncle in the yard;

Sometimes I come out to bask in the sun with my own small green plants.

The young master just reclined on the reclining chair and looked at each other. Occasionally, he couldn't help smiling when he saw the boy making a fool of himself.

But he never made a sound, and the boy never noticed him poking his head out of the balcony.

Time passed day by day, the boy would be sent back to school every Sunday night, and brought home again on Friday.The journey is in a hurry, but he never finds it hard. On the contrary, he looks forward to every upcoming weekend.

Until another weekend, he suddenly saw a dark red supercar painted with gold paint that he had never seen before outside the yard...

The boy knew that there must be guests at home, so he did not rush into the house uncharacteristically, but obediently and silently, picked up the luggage by himself, tiptoed around to the side hanging ladder, and went upstairs gently.

Halfway there, the housekeeper and aunt Sansao came down from the top just in time, whispering something while walking.

They were stunned when they saw the boy, and then the housekeeper came to his senses, took a step forward, motioned upstairs, and said in a deep voice: "The young master's girlfriend is here, and she is very angry, don't go there without prior notice. "

The boy was stunned for a second, but the housekeeper and aunt walked away again.

He heard the aunt complaining to the housekeeper in a low voice: "This girl has such a temperament, if she really becomes the mistress of the house, what should we do? Sigh..."

The boy pondered over his aunt's words, walked back to his room, and sat there for a while. Suddenly, he couldn't help pressing his face against the wall next to the young master's room, trying to eavesdrop on the two people in the young master's room next door. movement.

But the soundproofing of the walls was very good, so he couldn't hear anything clearly.

The boy felt as if he had never been so anxious like this moment.

He had never seen the young master before when he grew up, and he could feel enough satisfaction just by looking at the photos and imagining his life.But now, he suddenly couldn't calm down.

He felt that the young master was getting farther and farther away from him—and this seemed to chill him more than the young master's cold eyes at the beginning.

The boy finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked out of the door. He wandered around the door of the young master's room, trying to pretend to pass by, and then tried to peek at something through the crack of the door.

But before he was ready, he suddenly saw a stylishly dressed woman angrily pulling the door open, and met the face of the boy who was still sneaking around the door and prying secretly.

The woman paused for a second, then came back to her senses and stomped her feet, then snorted coldly, bypassed the boy, and ran down the stairs "peddling".

The boy was also terrified, and involuntarily trotted a few steps towards the stairs, seeing that the woman had no intention of turning back, but when he turned around, he didn't see the young master chasing him out of the room at all.

He was just confused, turned around and went back.

The boy knocked lightly on the door of the young master's room, and called out, "Master, are you there?"

The young master didn't respond, so the boy boldly pushed the door open and went in, and saw the young master was sitting on the swivel chair facing the door, still motionless, holding a cup in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Hearing him come in, the young master turned his head to look at him, but there was no expression on his face.

The little boy couldn't figure out the situation for a moment, and immediately stuttered, he replied: "No...no, it's nothing. I just...just the housekeeper asked me to ask you, do you want to go down for dinner?"

The young master said yes, then got up, walked to the side of the little boy with a cold expression.

"What are you still doing?" The young master looked at him, "Don't you need to go down together?"