Male protagonist, please think twice, I am a villain and cannot kiss you

Jingyuan Duan family.

Duan Xingyu, wearing a goat jumpsuit, came to the dining table with his little head shaking.

When he saw Chef Chen making his favorite beef soup dumplings while eating early in the morning, his cute eyes lit up.

I wanted to catch one, but as soon as I touched it, it was burned back.

Liu Shiyu picked one up and put it in his bowl, saying, "Don't use your hands, it will bubble up if you heat it up. Use chopsticks."

Duan Xingyu picked up the small chopsticks for children with his little hands and nodded, "Yes."

When I wanted to take a bite, I thought of something.

The little boy supported himself with his soft hands, climbed down the child's chair, and ran into the kitchen.

When Liu Shiyu was wondering what her son was doing, she saw Duan Xingyu coming out with a beautiful pink lunch box in his hand.

He carried the small chair and climbed back onto the children's chair, and began to put the beef soup dumplings into the lunch box one by one with chopsticks.

When I was about to cover it, I saw that there was a beautiful rose carved out of an apple next to the fruit platter that Chef Chen had just brought.

He stretched out his little hand, took the rose and stuffed it into the lunch box.

He closed the lid, jumped off the chair, picked up the lunch box, and ran out with his short legs.

Duan Yonghua was reading a newspaper and was about to pick up another beef soup dumpling to eat when he turned the page. When he pulled away the newspaper, he saw that the plates were empty.

Duan Yonghua asked: "Where are the soup dumplings?"

Liu Shiyu signaled him with her eyes and asked him to look at the door.

Duan Yonghua asked: "Where is he going?"

Liu Shiyu stirred the fruit salad in the bowl and said, "I guess he is trying to show his affection to the little sister."

"Little sister?"

Duan Xingyu knocked on the door of the villa next door holding the lunch box.

The servant saw a little carrot-head about one meter tall standing at the door. Looking at this cute and soft little guy, the servant squatted down and even spoke in a low voice unconsciously.

"Kid, what can I do for you?"

Duan Xingyu held the lunch box in his hand and said softly, "I'll bring breakfast to my sister."

The servant asked in confusion: "Sister?"

Before the servant could figure out what was going on, Duan Xingyu's small body slipped directly into the gap next to him.

The servant was anxious and shouted from behind: "Little brother, you can't just go in."

Duan Xingyu thought as he ran: "I have to give the buns to my sister, otherwise they will get cold."

Duan Xingyu is not tall, but his legs are quite flexible.

He ran to the door of his house and met Han Jiangxue who was about to go out. Duan Xingyu bumped into her leg without paying attention and fell to the ground after a bounce.

The servant stepped forward anxiously and said, "Madam, this child said he came to look for his sister. I think he may have come to the wrong place. I will take him out now."

"No need, this is the kid from the next door neighborhood." Han Jiangxue waved her hand, then squatted down and pulled Duan Xingyu up, patted the dust off his body, and asked, "Are you here to bring breakfast to Zhuzi?"

Duan Xingyu opened his watery eyes and nodded heavily, "Yes."

Han Jiangxue smiled and patted his head and said, "Go ahead, he's having breakfast there too."

Looking at the little potato-like creature, shaking its sheep-horn head as it walked into the house, I smiled.

The servant asked in surprise, "The little boy's sister is the young master?"

Han Jiangxue said, "Yes, he obviously mistook Zhuzi for a girl."

The servant thought that the young master had such a pretty appearance that it was easy to be mistaken for him.

Han Jiangxue said, "Next time if this little guy comes, don't stop him. It's rare to see a child like bamboo. I hope he can get along with bamboo."

Due to his unlucky physique, Zhuzi has had few friends since he was a child. If there was a child who could get along with him, perhaps his dull and introverted personality could be improved.

But Zhuzi might still remember what happened yesterday, so I guess this little guy will get the bad reputation.

Duan Xingyu didn't know much about the adults' thoughts. His only thought now was to send delicious food to his "sister".

When I walked in with my short legs, I saw Lin Xunzhu sitting on a special children's chair.

Today, Lin Xunzhu was wearing a white T-shirt with a black denim jacket on the outside. Her round little face was flushed, and her chin-length curly hair made her look sweet and beautiful.

Duan Xingyu's sisterly heart was melted by this cuteness.

"Sister Zhuzi, I'm here to bring you breakfast."

Lin Xunzhu was eating when he suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned his head and saw Duan Xingyu, who looked like a little carrot, running towards him.

He failed to brake in time and crashed directly into his chair. Fortunately, the tip of Lin Xunzhu's chair was wrapped with thick cloth.

The bump didn't have any effect, but it almost knocked Lin Xunzhu off the chair.

Duan Xingyu supported himself, looked at Lin Xunzhu, smiled sweetly and said, "Sister, I'm fine."

When Lin Xunzhu saw the person coming, his brows slightly frowned and his little face wrinkled into a small bun.

As soon as I saw him, I thought of the ants crawling all over the bed yesterday, and I felt a little unhappy.

Lin Xunzhu asked fiercely, "Why are you here?"

It's a pity that he is still young, and even when he is angry, he looks soft and cute, and seems a little fierce.

Instead of making Duan Xingyu angry, he was made cute by her.

My sister is so cute.

Duan Xingyu quickly handed over the lunch box in his hand and said, "Baozi, breakfast."

Lin Xunzhu looked at the lunch box in his hand and thought of the small wooden box from yesterday. He tilted his head and said, "No."

"Yes, Uncle Chen made the soup dumplings. They are delicious." He opened the lunch box and pushed it towards Lin Xunzhu, saying, "Sister, have some."

The pair of eyes, black and white like glass, blinked at Lin Xunzhu, with an expectant look on his face.

Lin Xunzhu pushed the lunch box back to Duan Xingyu and said, "No."

Duan Xingyu pushed it over again and said, "Yes."

Pushing back, “No.”

"want."

"No."

Lin Jingyu, who was sitting opposite, drank coffee and watched the fight between the two children calmly.

There was a smile in those shrewd eyes.

He and Han Jiangxue had the same idea. It was rare to see a child willing to play with Lin Xunzhu, so they were happy to see it happen.

After pushing the lunch box back and forth five or six times, the two children accidentally knocked it to the ground.

Duan Xingyu looked at the buns scattered all over the ground. He was stunned at first, and then his little face wrinkled like a small orange peel.

The little mouth was flat, and the voice was a little sobbing, and he said: "The buns made by Uncle Chen are really delicious."

Lin Xunzhu's little face showed some guilt. He didn't mean to knock over the lunch box. He jumped off the chair and wanted to say something, but didn't want to open his mouth.

Lin Jingyu looked at the scene without saying a word, letting them solve the problem themselves and just watched quietly.

Lin Xunzhu wanted to speak, and at this time Duan Xingyu raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and his watery eyes were filled with tears.

Looks very pitiful.