Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

In the midsummer of that year, I knew it was noisy.

Luo Yinghe didn't like to study. She dozed off whenever she took out books and homework. Sure enough, within ten minutes, she fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was sunset. When she was packing her books, she found that there was someone else's handwriting under the question she could not solve.

She suddenly became angry, walked to the flower stand, and gave Luo San a push: "Who asked you to move my homework?"

The two of them in the flower shed, apart from this little dumb, there can be no one else.

Boom.

The watering bottle in Luo San's hand fell to the ground, the lid rolled off, and the water splashed on Luo Yinghe's skirt.

At this time, Luo Yinghe was completely irritable. He grabbed the old clothes that didn't fit her and dragged it to the table: "You are a mentally retarded, do you understand you!"

She was two years younger than Luo Yinghe. Because of chronic malnutrition, she was thin and short. Luo Yinghe was quite taller than her, and she easily pressed her on the table.

"You wrote this?"

Luo Yinghe pointed at the math problem and lost her temper: "Who taught you?" The sixteen-year-old girl, with her teeth and claws, did not hold her arrogance at all, "Quickly, who taught you to write?"

She was pressed to the table without struggling or expression, her eyes were numb and hollow.

Luo Yinghe became angry when she saw her dull expression, took the book, and smashed her on the hard spot, while slamming, "I'm talking to you!"

"Now not only is dumb, but also deaf, right!"

"I let you move my things! Let you know what's wrong!"

Luo Ying and her anger had not subsided, so she put down the books and pushed people to the ground.

At that time, Luo San was still under fourteen years old, skinny, and she was pushed so far, her shoulder hit the flower stand, her hand numb, and a candy fell out of her hand.

The pink sugar paper is beautiful and dazzling.

Luo Yinghe recognized it at a glance, and rushed over and grabbed her hand: "You also stole my candy! Forget it if you are stupid, your hands and feet are not clean."

She clenched her hands very tightly.

I still have it in my hand.

Luo Yinghe broke off her fingers: "Let go!" At this time, there was a lot of energy, and she couldn't break her hand. Luo Ying and her feet kicked, "You let me go!"

She doesn't relax, she doesn't relax in life or life, she doesn't know the pain, and she doesn't wrinkle her brows even when she is hit.

The more she gets so angry, the more disgusted Luo Yinghe is: "Huh, even if I feed it to the dog, I won't give it to you!"

If she couldn't get her, Luo Yinghe walked to the flower stand behind, folds a few roses directly, wraps them in paper, raised her hand and drew it on the back of the person.

Before the flower stem fell, Luo Yinghe's hand was caught.

She looked up angrily, and then froze for a moment: "Jiang, Jiang Zhi."

At that time, Jiang Zhi was sixteen years old and was a tall and handsome young man. Luo Yinghe blushed once when he saw him.

On weekdays, Li Jiangzhi never looked at her, but this time, his always sloppy eyes were staring at her. The young man was frantic and made no secret of the hostility in his eyes.

He grabbed the flowers and threw her backhand on her face.

Luo Yinghe screamed and covered her face. The thorns cut through the flesh, causing her to gasp.

"Let me see you hit him again, and I'll beat you half to death." The young man's eyebrows were indifferent, and he threw the flowers on the ground. "I, Jiang Zhi, can do what I said. You can try."

What kind of temper is the little son of the Jiang family? Luo Ying and often heard his mother talk about it. What he thinks most is to keep her away and don't annoy this ancestor.

The Luo family is a wealthy family, but not better than the Jiang family. It is the family at the top of the pyramid in the imperial capital, and Jiang Zhi is the most favored young son of the Jiang family.

Everyone wanted to get along well with Jiang Zhi, but he only cared about the dumb guy from the Luo family.

Luo Yinghe lowered his head and didn't answer her mouth, her hands hanging beside her clenched tightly.

"You come out with me."

Oh.

Luo San obediently followed the boy out.

Out of the flower shed, he turned around and scolded her: "Are you a fool?"

She nodded blankly.

Yes, they say she is a little fool.

She also nodded, he was going to die of anger, hating iron is not steel: "Who said you are a fool!" After he snorted, he snorted himself, as if he couldn't let out the anger, he muffled and muffled her. Yes, you are a fool, and you don't know how to fight back when you are beaten. You are a boy, but you can't beat her or a girl?"

She wanted to tell him that she had done it before, and then she was beaten harder.

She did not speak, but looked at him with bright eyes.

The young man was still losing his temper, frowning his good-looking brows: "Just like a fool, he will stand and be beaten." The more he trains, the more fierce his tone is, "Can you run away? Are you--"

She stretched her hand over and spread it out, with a candy in her palm.

She didn't steal it, but picked it up on the ground. It was not dirty. She wiped it clean and wanted to give it to him.

She thought he would be happy, but he seemed to be even more angry and stared at her with beautiful eyes: "You're such a **** fool!"

After scolding her, he left.

She stood stupidly, not knowing what he was angry with.

Then after a while, he ran back again. Because of his ill health, he couldn't stop breathing for a few steps. He took the candy in her hand.

When the sun sets, the afterglow is red and clear.

The beautiful boy sweated on his forehead, his face and eyes were red.

He said, "Luo San, follow me to Jiang's house."

He said: "Come to my house and I will use pocket money to support you."

At that time, he was still a child, and he hadn't grown up yet, but he vowed to her: "I can buy you a house for this kind of candy."

Luo San smiled, happily stupidly, with red eyes, nodding vigorously.

it is good.

She wants to go to Jiang's family, not because Jiang's family has sugar, but Jiang's family has Jiangzhi.

That night, Jiang Zhi told his old lady: "I want to bring Luo San to Jiang's house."

Old Mrs. Jiang was enjoying the coolness in the yard, swaying a fan in her hand: "How many days do you want to live with?"

The boy stood under the tree, and fireflies circled him. He said, "Keep it all the time."

In the end there is nothing more, so freely.

Mrs. Jiang categorically rejected: "No."

His beautiful eyes sank immediately, and his face was pulled down: "Why not?"

"Our Jiang family doesn't need an adopted child."

He was annoyed: "Who said you're an adopted son?"

Mrs. Jiang was funny: "Then what are you doing to pick him up?"

He really thought about it, but he didn't think of any good excuses, so he simply said, "Can you just raise it?" Luo Sansheng was so thin, he certainly couldn't eat much, and he was not picky.

Mrs. Jiang sat up from the rocking chair and said more earnestly: "Brother Zhi, you are sixteen years old, and you raise a boy at home, and others will gossip."

He can't control others: "I use my money to raise Luo San, what's the problem with them? I see who dares to chew the tongue."

Hearing him so stubborn, the old lady's face also pulled down, her tone became serious: "I dare not in front of you, what will you say behind your back?"

He had a strong tone and did not back down: "As they say, I will support me."

Mrs. Jiang was angry: "Brother Zhi!"

"Grandma," the young man softened his tone, and was accustomed to being spoiled on weekdays. He had never sighed like this before, "When I beg you, can Luo San come to Jiang's house?"

He begged for the first time.

The old lady was also embarrassed: "Even if I agree, the Luo family will not agree."

His handsome face sank. Although he was young, there was a fierceness and decisiveness in his eyes that did not belong to that age: "If you don't agree, I will grab it."

What are you saying!

Is this what a sixteen-year-old kid did? !

How could Mrs. Jiang let him be so messy: "It's easy to say, his household registration is in the Luo family, and the Luo family doesn't nod, how can you **** it?"

The boy didn't change his face: "Snatch hard."

"Naughty!"

Moonlight dappled from the silver pine tree, and the boy standing upright suddenly knelt down.

He grew up to sixteen and never kneeled, nor did his ancestors kneel. This time he folded his knees for an outsider: "You don’t want me to be fooling around, I'm set to fool around, if you don’t help me **** Luo San , I can't afford to kneel."

He did it on purpose.

The old lady cares about his body the most, so she deliberately uses a bitter trick.

If this trick doesn't work well, it will be troublesome. He has to use shameless conspiracy and tricks. He still hopes to solve it peacefully, so that he can make fewer enemies for that child.

He is the grandson raised by Mrs. Jiang. She still doesn't know what he is thinking, and she doesn't care about it: "Then you can kneel."

Kneeling for two hours.

In the second half of the night, Mrs. Jiang hadn't gone to bed, and was about to go to the yard to see the boy. Jiang Chuan hurried over to pass a message: "Old lady, boy..." Jiang Chuan was sweating profusely, "Little The son he vomited blood."

Mrs. Jiang was anxious when she heard this: "What's the matter? Where's Doctor Qin? Is Doctor Qin here?"

At that time, it was when Jiang Zhi was in his worst health, and he had to take medicine every day. Even, the attending doctor said, prepare for funerals, let alone twenty-five, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive in adulthood.

The doctor's diagnosis is still those eight words: congenital deficiency, heart and lung deficiency.

With this disease, I was unconscious for a whole day.

When he woke up, it was dark, and the old lady Jiang came to the bedside to guard him: "Brother Zhi." The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, "Just wake up, just wake up."

The young man on the bed was lying sick and weak. He was still having a high fever and his cheeks were flushed. He was struggling to get up: "I'm going to pick up Luo San."

Old Mrs. Jiang comforted: "You should get well first."

He refused and got up: "First pick Luo San."

The old lady had nothing to do with him, and she felt softened, and could only respond, "Yes, I will go to Luo's house to talk."

The weak boy stretched his eyebrows and smiled.

Madam Jiang couldn't laugh or cry, got up, and planned to visit Luo's house.

At the door, Jiang Chuan ran in: "Madam, young master," Jiang Chuan hesitated, looked at the person on the bed, and hesitated for a while before saying, "There is a bad news from the Luo family. There is a fire in the flower shed. Two lives have been lost."

The boy immediately asked: "Who is gone?"

Jiang Chuan was silent.

He shouted: "Who is gone!"

"The Luo Family Adopted Son——"

Just after speaking, the person on the bed coughed, vomited a mouthful of blood, vomited all on the quilt, and dyed a large red.

"Brother Zhi!" Madam Jiang yelled anxiously when she saw the blood, "Call Doctor Qin over!"

Jiang Chuan immediately ran to call the doctor.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

He was still coughing, covering his mouth, a few drops of blood oozing out of his fingers, his other hand supported the bed and got up, the back of his hand faintly beating.

The old lady held him down: "Don't move, lie down first, and the doctor will come over immediately."

He wiped off the blood with the back of his hand, his pale lips were stained red with blood, and his eyes were flushed. The hand supporting the bed was shaking, and the expression on his face was terribly calm. He said every word: "Let me go Luo family."

"You are too late now."

He didn't care, he staggered out of bed, his thin body crumbling.

"Brother Zhi!"

The boy turned his head and the light melted in his eyes. He said, "I am not going, no one will collect Luo San's body."

In the attic.

Zhou Xufang raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhi at a loss: "Jian Zhi, don't cry." She couldn't see him crying, or see the tears in his beautiful peach blossom eyes. She stretched out her hand and gently wiped his eyes. So anxious, I didn't know how to coax, so I said, "You don't look good when you cry."

In fact, it looks good, and the beauty is crying, how could it not look good, but she couldn't bear it.

Jiang Zhi's eyes were so beautiful that they shouldn't be used to hold tears.

But he looked at her without saying anything, the corners of his eyes flushed, and in the blink of an eye, tears fell on his eyelashes.

Zhou Xufang looked very distressed, and said, "I don't like you if you don't look good." With a serious expression, she frightened him seriously, "I only like you when you look good."

His trembling eyelashes froze: "You only like my face?"

Zhou Xufang: "Yes."

Jiang Zhi who couldn't cry suddenly: "..."