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Giorno took my money and bribed the Italian police, and then succeeded in getting me out with him.I don't know how to say it, it's so real, it's nice to have money.

When we left, I heard the police who recognized us laugh wildly beside me. I don’t know what they were laughing at. Maybe it was the joy of counting money.

When I was about to go out, the other party still used the tone of teasing me, and said to me with that rubbish Italian-sounding English, "ah, that guy Giorno is not good, he can't satisfy you, look at other Italian men."

I:……

I didn't, it's a strange injustice through the ages, I really and Giorno are innocent!

I was so angry that I wanted to cry again, why should I be wronged for doing something I had never done.

I'm so wronged... I don't have any thoughts about Giorno, I swear, especially knowing that he is only 14 years old, it is impossible for me to have any thoughts.

In fact, I really think he looks like a 28-nine-year-old, and I look more like a minor when he stands with me.

Vomiting blood.

After we went out, he and I looked at each other, I was so tired, I didn't know whether I should hire him or not, whether it was child labor or not.The point is that this child laborer seems to be more familiar with bars and casinos than I am. Damn...you are only 14 years old and go to study hard for college entrance exams.

I looked at him a little bit at a loss, the other party called a taxi and wanted to take me back as if nothing happened, "Are you still following me back?" Aren't you ashamed?

The boy who was not ashamed at all looked at me, "My things are still in the hotel."

There is... makes sense.

Then we went back to the hotel together, and after we got back, the other party started to pack things silently, I watched him get a little tangled up again, and asked cautiously as he leaned against the door, "You're leaving..."

The other party glanced at me and nodded, "The boss doesn't want to hire me anymore after such a thing happened."

I lowered my head and thought for a while, and then I couldn't help asking, "By the way, Giorno, if you are only 14 years old, where are your parents?"

He suddenly stopped what he was doing. The handsome young Giorno glanced at me and said in a very calm tone, "My mother is remarried. Did the boss ask my stepfather?"

Are you remarrying...

I couldn't help but continued to ask, "Then you go to that kind of place, you are only 14 years old, and your aunt doesn't even talk about you?"

He looked calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "Mom usually doesn't care, why do you ask, boss."

Is it so miserable?Immediately, I imagined a human tragedy in which the mother remarried and then abused her own children. At the age of 14, she had to come out to support the family and struggle to survive.

"Then you don't go to school?"

Giorno fell silent again, wow, did I poke his heartache.It's so miserable, looking at him like this, it's really miserable, he didn't even go to school if he didn't love his mother or love him.

I opened the door and looked at him with sympathetic eyes, "Then your usual living expenses are...?"

"As you can see, that's it." He looked at me very calmly, "playing with me or soliciting customers at the airport gate."

……

How miserable!It's really miserable!

I'm going to cry, how can it be so miserable, after he finished speaking, he continued to pack his things obediently, I thought of the injuries he suffered to protect my bag, so many, so serious, I almost burst into tears just thinking about it coming.

"Why don't you stay here first."

I leaned against the door and whispered, "It's very late now, and it would be very troublesome for me to find another company to play with. I thought about it carefully, and no one thinks you are 14 years old except for those who know your face."

What to do, thinking about it this way makes him feel even worse!

"Then, let's do this for now."

After I finished speaking, Giorno, who was packing up his things, paused. He turned around and looked at me, holding his own things in one hand, and asked me very politely, "Is it really possible?"

"Yeah." Anyway, I feel that this is the real delinquent youth. The family is not happy, and they can only rely on such a job to support their family. They may even have no money to go to school because of these reasons.

It's really miserable, it's almost possible to be the leading actor in Les Miserables, I can't wait to give him money now.

"Thank you, Boss." Giorno looked at me bluntly, without any hypocritical excuses, "As a reward, I won't charge you for playing with me in the future."

"Don't, don't, don't." I quickly rejected him, grabbed the door frame with one hand and raised my head and said to him, "It's not easy for you to make money, I'll give you twice the salary."

Giorno was stunned for a moment, he suddenly walked up to me, the man whose figure was not at all like a 14-year-old boy looked at me, "Boss, you..."

I looked up at him suspiciously, and he smiled slightly, "No, he's really kind."

Don't be too bb, isn't it just asking for money?Say how much do you want?

"But Giorno..." I thought of the way he was eating, drinking and having fun with me and being so familiar with these places these days, and I still think it's best to study hard at this age, "If you don't have money to go to school, I can give you money. oh."

"It doesn't mean anything else, I just think that I can go to school more to open my eyes." I don't know how to say it, and I feel that it hurts people to say it. I have been playing with you all the time, and you are also very young..."

I looked up at him and said seriously, "I can help you." It doesn't matter if you don't pay back the money.

Giorno was stunned by what I said, and then suddenly smiled, "Boss, you are the first person to say such a thing to me."

Then you are even more miserable, how bad you are usually that there is no one who cares about you!

Hearing this, I feel like I'm going to start playing Les Miserables music in my mind.

He looked at me and smiled for some reason, he looked more sincere, his emerald eyes softened, "You are really the cutest woman I have ever seen."

Giorno looked at me very sincerely, "It's still very rich."

Me: ...I always feel that the second half of the sentence is the key point.

Giorno stood beside me, propped one hand on the door frame next to me, and then looked down at me from top to bottom, his emerald eyes were simply intoxicating, he was really not at all standing beside me. Like a 14-year-old boy, the man who looks like a mature little brother said to me very politely, "Thank you, boss."

"But I don't really need to read."

I looked at him suspiciously, "Hey, why?"

"How do you say, let's discuss where you want to go tomorrow."

Seeing that the other party seems to have no interest in this topic, I will not let this matter go.After being touched for a long time, I suddenly realized, wait, so I can continue to hire him, yes.

Did you just talk about doubling your salary...

Forget it, forget it, for the sake of looking at his face, it's like saving the lost boy.

"Boss, do you want to go to the island tomorrow? You can dive and surf." He paused and looked at me. "Capri is a very good choice."

"Hey, really?" I looked at him longingly, "Then let's go to the island tomorrow!"

"Boss, do you really not care?"

The other party's sudden question made me stunned for a moment, and then I clutched my chest, "Stop talking." As soon as I said it, I remembered the matter of being blacked out. I have never had such a bright moment in my life, okay?

Because I was suspected of doing something discordant to a 14-year-old boy, I was arrested by the Italian police. I am wronged!

I have to redeem myself with money, it's miserable, it's really miserable.

But in such a chaotic Italy, there are still people like Giorno, who is only 14 years old but works hard, neither steals nor robs, and has an unhappy family but does not blame others.

He looks like a gentleman and very polite, and he is very kind to his boss. He is only 14 years old and has to bear the burden of life.

It seems that there is still a lack of love. Thinking about it this way, it's pretty good that this young man didn't take revenge on society.

It's over, the boss softened his heart and wanted to send him money.

Especially when I thought about the last time the other party fought with the robber in order to protect my bag. Although it seemed that he beat the robber unilaterally, he was still seriously injured.

So, I looked at him and said sincerely, "You are already in such a miserable situation, go to school after finishing this ticket, and I will pay you the money."

Giorno froze for a moment, "Boss, why do you say that?"

"Because you can make normal friends when you go to school." I looked at him as a matter of course and said, "If Giorno is playing with you, you will meet more guests who come and go like me in a hurry. But the students don't It’s the same, in school you can learn the principles of life, you can get in touch with a lot of new knowledge, and you can make many, many friends.”

To be honest, I used to be in the second grade when I was in elementary school, and I always felt that I was the best in the world. It turned out that I didn't know that other people's learning was completely different from me until I was in high school.

The places we go to are different, and the level of contact is completely different. I hope Giorno can do better.

"The relationship between students is the purest. I believe that a person with such a good personality as Giorno will definitely be able to meet many good friends."

Giorno looked at me noncommittally, he seemed to understand what I meant, but he still firmly rejected me, "Thank you, boss, but I also have my own dreams."

"That's it." Is this dream not to go to school?

Seeing the other party's firm look, I don't need to persuade him anymore, anyway, I'm not fucking right.

Besides, other people's way is their own, as long as you are happy.

Although my age...

Hey, then we hurried to pack up and rest. After we woke up naturally the next day, I ran to Capri Island with him to play. Of course, he was the one who took things and the boss was in charge of playing.

We first went to the beach to play in the water. The sea in Italy is really beautiful, really very beautiful.

The shades of green are different, and some places look like Giorno's eyes. He signed me up for a snorkeling project, and he and I took a boat to a nearby island.

Sitting on the boat in the sea in a swimsuit and looking at the scenery outside, the salty sea breeze blows over my cheeks, because I have money, so I directly chartered a boat, watching Giorno also changed into a swimsuit very naturally, The other party's figure is really good. He is only 14 years old, but his abdominal muscles and chest muscles are very developed, and his figure is also very strong and not thin at all.

Totally different from my well-known ex-boyfriend.

The boy who is full of male hormones but is actually only 14 years old looked at me very calmly, "Boss, do you know how to snorkel?"

"I don't understand, but I can swim." I paused, and then added, "By the way, bring a lifebuoy."

Giorno was silent for a while, "Yes."

Take a long breath, "That's good."

Then we waited for the boat to go to the snorkeling place. I looked at the blue sea and plunged into it happily. Holding the swimming ring, I circled around in place. The Italian coach who taught snorkeling seemed to be a relatively experienced person. , the face of the other party was tanned to the color of beeswax, and he briefly introduced the rules of snorkeling to me in Italian, with Giorno helping me translate.

I nodded while listening, then squeezed my nose and got into the water to look at the corals.

As soon as I went in, I felt the water pouring directly into my nasal cavity, which was uncomfortable. After the salty seawater penetrated into the nasal cavity, I felt as uncomfortable as my nose was burned. It hurt so much that my tears flowed down involuntarily. Yes, the coral didn't see it, and the nose almost exploded.

I was in tears at that time, and all the tears and snot flowed down at once.

The swimming goggles I was wearing were still full of fog, and I cried and cried on the swimming ring.

Crying and crying, I felt that my swimming goggles had been lifted, and when I opened my eyes in a daze, I saw Giorno looking at me, and asked with concern, "Are you all right, boss, why are you crying again?"

"My... my nose..." I burst into tears, "It's watered!"

Giorno: "..."

I don't know why, but I always feel that I read such a passage from his eyes with tears in my eyes.

It's all 26...