Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"When you say that you are an adopted son, you really think you are the Luo family. You are just a wicked species, but you have a good life and you have the right sex."

Luo San lowered his head and let her curse.

Luo Qinghe drank the tea in the cup, put down the cup and got up. When passing by her, he left a sentence: "Don't let my mother see you again, otherwise,"

She laughed, and said nothing.

When she was gone, Luo Sanhe breathed heavily.

In fact, the adults of the Luo family do not always bully her. They just put their disgust in their eyes and ignore her experience and encounter. Luo Qinghe and Luo Yinghe are more afraid of Luo Qinghe.

Luo Qinghe was born like her mother. Luo San was very afraid of the eldest wife of the Luo family. Xiao had been ill for many years, with good and bad conditions. When the condition was good, he would close the house and almost never leave the house. When I was in a bad condition, I would always make trouble, noisy, beat and scold others, and hurt myself, especially when I saw Luo San, I met once and went crazy once.

One night, when she fell asleep, she was suddenly strangled by her neck, opened her eyes, and saw the look in Xiao's eyes that she wished to tear her.

"You wicked kind." Xiao Clan pinched her throat and scolded her, "Zhou Qingmeng's wicked kind!"

Zhou Qingmeng...

This was the first time Luo San heard the name. She wanted to ask who Zhou Qingmeng was and was it her mother, but Xiao was pinching her neck tightly and was about to pierce her nails into her flesh.

"You guys with the surname Zhou deserve to die, and you are an **** gangster!" Xiao's eyes were red, and he cursed her hoarsely, "Go to death, go to death!"

Luo San opened his eyes, looked at the roof, his sight became more and more flowery, more flowery...

咣——

He Xiangxiu rushed in: "Madame." She stepped forward and pulled Xiao's hand, "Don't want Mrs. Da!"

Afterwards, Luo San thought, if Aunt Xiu came one minute late, she would have ascended to heaven. I wonder if the rice in the sky will be filled with braised pork.

Xiao was very ill that time and swallowed a handful of sleeping pills. Fortunately, he was found early and he was rescued. After the dust settled, Luo Qinghe was about to settle accounts after the autumn. She took the whole account to Luo San. On the head.

Luo San remembered that that day, Aunt Liu in the kitchen got up early in the morning for lunch. Aunt Liu said that there was a guest from the Luo family who was coming. He Xiangxiu asked who she was coming. Aunt Liu said: "The little son of the Jiang family is here ."

The little son of the Jiang family.

Luo San had heard of him. From Luo Qinghe's mouth, he seemed to be the little son of the Luo family's in-laws. Because of his poor health, he hadn't walked around much.

In the morning, Luo Qinghe came to the flower room. She left Abin and Master Peng away, leaving only Luo San inside. Luo San knew that she was going to ask her mother Xiao for an account.

"Didn’t you let me not irritate my mother, now I am not only dumb, but also deaf?"

Luo San is a ‘dumb’, and he will not turn back when he is scolded.

In the perennial greenhouse in the flower room, the roses bloomed just right. Luo Qinghe went to fold one and held it in his hand: "Luo San, Luo San, why are you so annoying, just like your mother."

When the words fell, the rose fell on Luo San's body. Because she was going to work, she was wearing a single coat, and the flower thorns could penetrate into the flesh.

Luo Qinghe asked: "Does it hurt?"

No pain.

She has not been able to perceive pain since she was born, but that does not mean that she is not afraid of being beaten, just like she cannot perceive hunger, it does not mean that she does not need to eat, nor does it mean that she does not love meat.

She is a freak, but she is not invulnerable, but she can't speak.

"You scream, why don't you scream?"

The floor was full of roses, and the young and frivolous girl smiled provocatively: "Oh, I forgot, you are a dumb."

The ‘little dumb’ on the ground was silent, holding his arms and shrank into a ball.

"I said, what are you still alive for?" Luo Qinghe threw away the ruined rose in his hand and broke two more. "If I were you, I would die by myself."

She won't die, she will wait for her mother and uncle to pick her up.

"Mentally retarded like you, living is a waste of my Luo family's food." Luo Qinghe threw the flower branch on her face, "Ah, it's bleeding."

She buried her head and wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve.

"It still doesn't hurt?"

painful.

It's just that she doesn't know where it hurts.

"Sure enough, it's a small evil, and he will suffer retribution when he is born." Luo Qinghe pinched two thorny roses and pumped them on Luo San one by one.

The rose petals in one place are as red as blood.

"Hey."

It was the voice of a young man, accompanied by a few coughs.

After Luo Qinghe heard the sound, he turned his head and saw Qingjun's pale face. It looked so good. She knew who it was, and smiled: "You are Jiang Zhi."

Jiang Zhi was sixteen years old, and his health was very bad.

"Come here." He pointed to Luo San, "Come and guide me."

Luo Qinghe threw the flower in his hand and wiped his hand with a kerchief: "I'll lead you."

"I want him to take it." He didn't even see Luo Qinghe. "Can you hear me? Come here."

That was the first time Luo San saw Jiang Zhi.

Ah, it turns out that there are still such beautiful people in the world. She had only this idea at the time.

The beautiful man asked her what her name was, and she, who couldn't speak, wrote her name on the ground, and also wrote the name of her cat. Her name was Luo San and her cat was Luo Si.

The characters were crooked and crooked. She was very regretful at the time. Why didn't she practice her calligraphy so that she could write beautiful characters for him.

The little son of the Jiang family came to the door and prepared a gift. Each of the Luo family had one. There was no Luo San, although she was also named Luo.

After lunch, Jiang Zhi came to the attic to look for her.

She was taken aback and hid behind the door in a panic.

Jiang Zhi didn't go in, and at the door: "I didn't know that Luo's still had you, and I didn't prepare a gift for you." He coughed twice, "I will supply you next time."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

He keeps coughing.

In the room, she leaned on the wall and listened carefully. After a while, there was no sound. She poked her head out but didn't see him, only saw a can of milk at the door.

Sweet and delicious.

By the end of the week, Tang Xiang came back, and she took Tang Xiang to the attic.

"What are you doing?" Tang Xiangbao didn't let go.

Luo San closed the door, found a piece of charcoal from the ground, and drew a simple stroke of a boy with only three hairs on his head.

Tang wanted to squat down and watch: "Who is this you painted?"

She could not speak, and drew a flower next to the boy.

That boy looks good, like a flower.

"What are you painting?" Tang Xiang still couldn't understand.

Luo San wrote an ugly word on the ground.

"Jiang?" Tang wanted to guess, "Little Young Master Jiang?"

She nodded sharply.

The young man from the Jiang family visited the Luo family a few days ago. Tang wants to know: "What did you ask him to do?"

She pointed to herself, wrote "Luo San", and then pointed to the three-haired boy.

"You ask what is his name?"

She nodded like garlic.

Tang wanted to say: "His name is Jiang Zhi."

know.

Luo San wrote this word on the ground.

Tang wanted to shook his head: "It's not that." Holding a small piece of charcoal, he wrote a word next to the word'zhi', "It's this word, weaving."

Textile weaving.

Eori, Eori, Eori...

She finally knew his name. She was stupid. Tang wanted to teach her name so many times before she wrote it, but Jiang Zhi's name would be enough for her to read it.

That good-looking boy is named Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi came to the Luo family again, half a month later, this time he did not prepare gifts for the rest of the Luo family, but took a delicate bag and went to the attic.

"Here you." He didn't enter the door, and handed the bag over, "The Luo family has a gift." He meant that the Luo family prepared a gift last time, which was to make up for her.

Luo San hid behind the door and stretched out his hand timidly to take it. His hands were small, dry, thin and dark.

The gift was a box of pink candies, packed in a beautiful glass box. It was not picked by Jiang Zhi. How could he pick a gift, but his "hupengoyou" picked it.

"Hupengouyou" shouted below: "Brother Zhier."

It's also a young man, a foolish tune.

"coming."

Jiang Zhi responded and went down.

Luo San stuck his head behind the door and looked at him secretly.

"Have you given the gift?" It was 17-year-old Xue Baoyi.

He picked the gift, thought it was for the girl, and chose something pink, tender, sweet and sweet.

Jiang Zhi turned around and glanced at the attic, and hummed absently.

"For Luo Qinghe, or for Luo Yinghe?" Xue Baoyi would whistle to girls when she was a teenager. He didn't want to be serious in his mind.

Jiang Zhibai gave him a glance and ignored him.

He was excited, and sighed in the same tone as his old father: "Hey, our brother Zhizhi has reached the age of dreaming of spring dreams, and knows to give the girl a gift."

Jiang Zhi: "Go away."

The girl peeking in the attic secretly smiled.

Yes, it's a young girl, she is also fourteen years old, at the same age as a flower, just alive.

From that day on, Luo San fell in love with pink, fell in love with sugar, fell in love with the beautiful glass box, fell in love with a beautiful boy.