Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Leo grabbed her hair and complained, "Women are always troublesome."

But his hands still helped her free her hair from the branch. At the same time, with a "click", he neatly broke off the branch next to her and threw it on the ground. Leo stepped on it again, as if to vent his anger.

Bai Yao rubbed his head and said, "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I'll be leaving tomorrow and won't bother you again."

Leo was stunned for a moment, "You're leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm just staying here for a few days. I'm not moving here. When I've had enough fun, of course I'll go home."

Leo pursed his lips tightly, "Why can't you live here forever?"

Bai Yao, on the other hand, found his question very interesting. "My home is not here. I can't live here forever."

Leo lowered his head and stopped talking.

He had the thoughts of a boy at such a young age. Bai Yao didn't understand what he was thinking, but Leo no longer followed her around. The next day, when Bai Yao was about to leave, the adults were saying goodbye, but she got into the car first. Someone knocked on the window from outside.

Bai Yao lowered the glass window and looked at the boy outside, a little surprised, "Leo?"

The blond boy probably ran too fast, his hair was a little messy and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He looked at Bai Yao awkwardly and didn't speak for a long time.

When it was so long that Bai Yao wondered if he was going to be mute, he stretched out his hand uncomfortably, "Here you go."

It's a box of pink pudding.

Bai Yao took the pudding and asked him curiously: "You came so late, are you here to prepare this?"

"No!" Leo retorted subconsciously, "How stupid do you think I am to ask someone to teach me how to make strawberry pudding in the kitchen? Am I the kind of person who would persevere in making pudding successfully after failing many times and then come to give it to you?"

Leo humphed proudly, "I'm not that boring."

Bai Yao watched his performance for a while and said, "I will finish this pudding."

Leo turned his head away, "Who cares if you finish eating? I didn't make this pudding anyway."

"Hey, kid, are you done talking?" Bai Yu stood behind with a sullen look on his face.

Leo didn't know why, but he felt a little scared every time he saw Bai Yu, but his pride didn't allow him to show his timidity. He gritted his teeth and said as if nothing had happened: "Wait a minute, I have something to say."

Bai Yu's eyelids jumped. If it wasn't illegal for adults to bully children, he really wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

Leo said to the girl sitting in the car: "Bai Yao, you must write to me when you go back."

His words were very strong, and it sounded like he was just giving her a notice rather than asking for her opinion or consulting with her.

Thinking that Bai Yao couldn't even tell the difference between male and female ants, he probably didn't have much knowledge, so he added sympathetically: "If there are words you don't know how to write, I allow you to write the pinyin. Of course, when I write back to you, I will also annotate the pinyin for the words you don't know."

Bai Yao couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Leo didn't know what she was laughing at, but this was the first time he felt that Bai Yao's smile was real. It was not like the fake smile she had when they were arguing with each other before, but a real smile because she saw that he was happy.

I don’t know why, but Leo felt that Bai Yao’s chubby face looked much more pleasing to the eye when she smiled. The sunlight was very good today, and some roses had bloomed sporadically, but none of them were as eye-catching as she was.

The blond boy glanced at the girl's face, then glanced again. He couldn't control himself and suddenly reached out and pinched the flesh on Bai Yao's cheeks.

Bai Yao's eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity. She grabbed the boy's collar, dragged half of his body into the car, and started fighting with him.

The adults rushed forward one after another to stop them, and crowded together.

As a result, the final farewell scene became a chaotic one.

No matter how many years pass, Bai Yao will always remember how much hair Leo pulled out of her head when she was six years old. So much so that in the following twelve years, she would often have nightmares, dreaming that all her beautiful hair was pulled out by a man who looked like a golden retriever.

She woke up from her nightmare, and Wen Wan happened to knock on the door to remind her, "Yaoyao, it's time to catch the plane to school."

Bai Yao responded, rubbed his head, threw off the quilt and got out of bed. He just took a step and bumped into the table. The box on it fell to the ground, and a pile of thick letters inside were scattered everywhere.

Bai Yao stared at the letters and felt even more headache.

Given that guy had been writing her a letter every three days without fail over the years, she really had nothing to say even if she had a lot to say!

She really didn't understand. With technology so advanced nowadays, is there anything that can't be said on the phone?

"Sending messages on a mobile phone is of course different from writing letters. Writing letters represents a sense of ritual. Nobles in ancient times all did this."

The blond boy sat upright behind the desk and answered the servant's questions.

The servant was new and had recently taken on the job of delivering letters for the young master. He had to run to the mailbox every few days. He couldn't help but wonder, so he asked this question: Can't you send messages with your mobile phone?

But the boy's thinking is obviously different from that of ordinary people.

The servant glanced at the young man secretly again, and couldn't help but say in his heart: He is so noble.

The young man had shiny golden hair and a thin figure. His white shirt was not wrinkled at all, and his black trousers made his legs look long and straight. The pair of leather shoes on his feet alone were worth several months' salary for an ordinary person.

His deep blue eyes would shine especially brightly when he looked at the letters, just like the ripples on the surface of a pond. Even when he was writing with a pen, his elegant posture gave people a sense of beauty.

The boy looked like he had walked out of a painting, dignified and elegant.

But the prerequisite is that he has to keep talking less.

The young man took a sip of tea, his pretty eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and harsh words were already uttered from the corners of his lips, "Which pig made the tea that put so many tea leaves? Is it because of underdeveloped cerebellum? Are your hands shaking?"

The servant replied: "It's the new maid, An Beibei."

The boy's face showed deep displeasure, "New here? Let her clean the toilet from now on, instead of staying in the kitchen."

The servant quickly said, "Yes."

Looking at the letter he had just written on his desk, the boy felt better. He folded the letter and put it into a pink envelope. He then sealed the letter with a wax seal and a rose pattern. He handed the envelope to the servant and said, "Go and send the letter to my fiancée."

Then he stood up, his figure looking even taller. Even when he picked up the coat next to him and put it on, it couldn't hide his good figure with broad shoulders, narrow waist, tall height and long legs.

Looking out the window, a smile appeared on his delicate face, "Next, I should go to school to give my fiancée a surprise."