Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 211 The Poor Autistic Little One ([-])

Zeng Xiaole looked at the medal a few more times: "Tan Sang, if you like it, I can't deny it to you.

As long as you give me your candy, I'll give you the medal. "

A little boy of this age wants to save face but also likes to bully the girl he likes. He is an awkward and funny creature.

Tan Sang felt a bit dumbfounded: "Zeng Xiaole, thank you, but no need."

Then throw a candy to him.

Zeng Xiaole originally wanted to brag a few times, but when he saw the candy thrown over, he ran to pick it up in a panic.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xu Yue deliberately stretched out her foot to trip Zeng Xiaole.

Pour!

Come down!

Push your little goddess down!

It would be best to let Tan Sang face his head, disfigured!
See how much you still like her!
Tan Sang didn't want to be treated as a meat pad, so he hid aside.

Zeng Xiaole threw herself on Jiang Zhun's body.

Xu Yue looked at her stupid cousin and cursed in her heart that this bitch was really lucky.

It didn't fall on her.

The young man's delicate eyebrows revealed his pain everywhere.

Zeng Xiaole immediately stood up, thinking that she pushed him down, she stretched out her hand to grab his arm, trying to pull him up.

As soon as his fingers touched Jiang Zhun's arm, the young man's complexion became even paler, and his whole body was even trembling.

Tan Sang knew that he could not accept other people's touch due to his illness.

"Zeng Xiaole!"

The voice was slightly ferocious.

Zeng Xiaole was yelled at by the girl he liked, and felt a little embarrassed.

He also let go of Jiang Zhun.

Tan Sang also felt that his anger was inappropriate. After all, Zeng Xiaole didn't know anything about Jiang Zhun.

She took a deep breath: "Zeng Xiaole, Xu Yue, since the tour is over, please go back."

She turned her head to look at the boy who was all huddled on the ground.

The young man's beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and his light-colored pupils were full of resistance.

Tan Sang couldn't help him even if he wanted to.

I could only watch as he became more and more miserable.

When he touched the candy in his pocket, when it was slender and soft, he immediately peeled off the candy wrapper and fed it into his mouth.

"Brother Jiang Zhun."

One voice after another, a sweet voice.

Looking at Xiaomei seems to be less uncomfortable, but it's not good for Xiaomei to stay here alone.

She asked: "Brother Jiang Zhun, can I... touch you?"

The boy raised his eyelids, but there was still pain in his eyes.

Under the expectant eyes of the little girl, the beautiful boy nodded.

Tan Sang touched his arm carefully, nervously checking whether he was in pain.

Pain after pain.

Jiang Zhun is very sad.

The taste of sugar spread in his mouth, and bits and pieces of sweetness enveloped his reason.

He felt that it was not that painful.

Tan Sang put Xiaomei on the bed, thinking about telling Grandpa Jiang to find a doctor for Jiang Zhun.

After all, this is autism.

Tan Sang took advantage of the dim light to look around for available phones.

There is a beautiful and exquisite telephone on the bedside table, which looks like the most expensive telephone in the late nineteenth century.

A sense of retro.

Tan Sang picked up the phone and dialed the main line in the lobby, intending to ask the servants in the lobby to notify Grandpa Jiang.

Suddenly the soles of his feet vacated.

He was picked up by Jiang Zhun like a chicken.

Tan Sang was placed on a chair in front of the bookshelf by Jiang Zhun, and was forced to look up at the tall bookshelf.

There are layers upon layers of bookshelves, piled with books about mathematical physics theories. In short, the books that give Tan Sang a headache are all on them.

(End of this chapter)