little master

fourteen.

I asked him on the way: "What parents' meeting? Why should I go?"

He gave me a white look: "If you tell you to go, go, where is there so much nonsense?"

I choked, and continued to ask without fear of death: "Then I must know something, right? If I don't know anything by then, won't it embarrass you, young master?"

The car was quiet for a while, and after a while, he said awkwardly: "It's just an ordinary parent meeting, just go there, you don't need to worry about the rest—"

After a pause, he said again: "—that is, after the lecture is over, the head teacher will talk to you, you can deal with it, that's all."

Before I could ask, he added: "When the time comes, you can say that you are my uncle, and you can just listen to what the teacher says, nod and smile and don't say much."

It's really domineering, obviously he should want me to help, but he still wants to give orders, and he doesn't accept it at all.

But in the end, I was the one who made the mistake first, and he took advantage of it, so no matter what request he made, I had to accept it unconditionally.

Just don't fire me.

He was a little dissatisfied with my silence all the way. He didn't get out of the car when we arrived at the door, and there was no one else in the left and right garages, so he slapped the steering wheel loudly and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Understood, understood," I felt my ears were going to be deafened while sitting in the car, I quickly pressed his hand, opened the door of the old man's side, bent down and imitated the welcoming pine to make a particularly exaggerated posture , "Please get out of the car."

The young master seemed to be in a good mood, ignored my pretending to be funny, and got out of the car with a calm expression.

It's really hard being a dogleg.I am sincerely moved.

On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, I was forced by him to put on a suit. I was still a little unaccustomed to wearing loose T-shirts all year round. I felt that my arms and chest were bound too tightly, and the buttons could be broken with a slight movement.

After getting dressed, I thought about it, put the tie around my neck, went to find the young master, and told him that I don't know how to wear a tie.

He had a look of disbelief: "You fucking don't even know this? Are you a fool?"

Me: "I learned it before, but I forgot it now, young master, you also know that there are not many occasions where I need to wear formal clothes."

He pouted: "How do I know what occasion you are going to?"

"But if you don't tie it, I will embarrass you later." I said sincerely.

He stared at me: "Damn it's so troublesome."

After scolding me, I looked innocent, and raised my hand in disgust to tie it on me.

Actually I would, but I just wanted to tease him.No reason.

The height difference allows me to easily observe everything about him. I watched him bow his head and swear at me as he tied my tie. His face was a little red from getting up in the morning, and his hands were still nimbly moving under my neck. Finally, he put down the tie, as if to vent his anger. He patted vigorously: "Okay, do you understand?"

I nodded.

"There will be no next time!" he announced fiercely.

Before I had time to express my regret, I was chased by him and got into the car.