little master

25.

After realizing this, I sent the young master to school and went to my former friend to ask him what to do in this situation.

I fell in love with a child, just an adult, with a bad temper, but also very good, the cutest in the world, all the beautiful words can be used to describe him.

Very handsome, sunny, energetic, competitive, never lost in basketball, when we first met, I tried my best to win a few balls from him, but in the end, I was stepped on and vomited like a little fox Walking in front of me with his tongue, he hit the heart with precision.

I really have a bad temper. I wake up very angry in the morning, throwing whatever I have at hand. Believe it or not, there are a bunch of dolls on the children's bed, soft and fluffy, and they feel very good to the touch.Of course, it is more comfortable to hug him.

But he doesn't like being hugged by me very much, and every time he barks his teeth and claws to ask me to put him down.

I was waking him up, lest he be late.

Fighting wits and courage with him every day makes me feel a lot younger.

Almost ten years of age difference.

……

My friend was silent for a while after I finished speaking, and then patted me on the shoulder: "I think it's better for you to do it yourself. You are a child, and you can do it too? An old cow eats young grass, bah."

I:"……"

Really can't do it.

Also, who the fuck is the old cow? ? ?

Yes, I did plot against him.

I have to admit this point. After all, the heartbeat that took so long to be discovered is not fake. I asked myself, in the past so many years, no one has ever made me feel this way.

This may also be the cause of my sluggishness.

After I realized it, a single spark had already started a prairie fire, and the water dripping from the eaves had pierced the stones.

But I, a hunter with no professional ethics, fell in love with my prey and lived in the same house for more than half a year before I realized it.

The point is that he is unlikely to be mine.

Just annoyed.

I drank down a glass of wine with a dull head, and the glass slapped on the table, and I fell back against the back of the sofa.

My friend kicked me: "Why so hard? I am a cup, not a hammer."

"If this is a hammer, do you think you can still talk now?" I laughed sinisterly.

The friend rolled his eyes in disdain.

Adults habitually think more, and I calm down and think while being overwhelmed with enthusiasm.

Some very realistic things are placed in front of me, such as he doesn't like me, such as family background, such as age.

I can't change the last one, I can only rely on my own efforts to take good care of it in the future, at least not too ugly.Because according to my observation, the young master has quite high requirements for appearance.Too ugly to even stand a chance.

As for the second article...

I have to prepare the prerequisites and be worthy of him before I can ask him to like him.

The two faced each other and drank for a long time, and I mulled over my current assets, and finally found sadly that I was still a long way from being able to support the young master.

Sadness comes from it.

I kicked his calf, collapsed on the sofa like a dead fish, and asked: "How did you ask about the orchard a while ago?"

"We're almost done talking," he hiccupped, "I will sign a contract next week, and the annual income is expected to reach this amount."

He made a gesture, and I did some mental calculations, thinking that this income should still be available.

Fine.

I stood up, with my coat on my arms, walking in the same posture as when I came here. My friend slumped on the sofa and tried to get up. Three times, he failed.

"No need to send it off," I thoughtfully helped him change direction, leaning against the back of the sofa, "I have to pick up the kids."

"Go! Lao Niu!" He pointed at me in the posture of transforming into a beautiful girl.

I forcefully resisted the urge to strangle him to death, and kicked the sofa with all my might:

"Fuck off."