Dodder Pampering Handbook

In the afternoon, Xue Jianguo came to pick up Miss Zhu, and with him was a 13-year-old boy named Xue Yang.

Xue Jianguo drove a Wuling, and when he got out of the car, Xue Yang closed the door vigorously.

Sanzhi looked down from the balcony on tiptoe, startled by his rudeness.

It happened that Xue Yang raised his head and lazily said to his father, "Where is your new wife's home?"

Xue Jianguo frowned, and scolded him in a low voice: "Stand up straight for me! Look at you, you don't look like a human at all! When I meet your mother, if you do this again, I'll beat you!"

A figure flashed by on the balcony on the second floor, but Xue Yang took a closer look at that person's appearance, not paying attention to his father, and asked suspiciously, "She also brought a girl?"

"No." Xue Jianguo also looked up, and saw Zhong Ting standing on the second floor with his hands in his trouser pockets, colorful clothes hanging on his head, and several pots of wilted green plants in front of him.

Looking at the father and son lightly, he turned and entered the room.

Xue Jianguo said: "This is her neighbor's child, and his grades are the first every year. Look at you again!"

"Cut." Xue Yang rolled his big eyes and kicked the car, "You still can't get on, if you don't, I'll go back!"

"Go!" Xue Jianguo gritted his teeth, took the gift from the back seat, adjusted his suit and tie, cleared his throat, and walked upstairs.

He looked as formal as if he hadn't been married and hadn't had a teenage son.

Xue Yang followed silently. The yellowed walls in the corridor were covered with children's scribbles and there were several bicycles parked there.

On the second floor, the iron-red door was rusty. Before Xue Jianguo knocked on the door, Zhu Da Niu opened the door with a smile on her face, with her other hand still on her belly.

The child in his stomach is not as big as his father's beer belly, so what?

Xue Yang secretly rolled his eyes again, the pretentiousness of these two people made him sick.

"It's fine if you come, why do you still bring something?" Miss Zhu knocked on his arm pretending to complain, and let them enter the room affectionately.

"This is Yangyang, a really energetic young man, come in quickly, is it cold outside?"

Xue Yang entered the room holding his breath, and it took him a long time to say bluntly, "It's not cold."

"Why is he cold? He's like a monkey. Leave him alone. Have you tidied up your things?"

"It's almost packed, and there are still some things I can't decide whether to take with me. I want to ask your opinion."

Xue Yang's attention was attracted by a door, he walked through the hall, and opened the shiny bead curtain, which should be the living area.

A door is opening silently, he may feel that there are beads blocking it, people outside will not notice, the door opens very slowly, as if the owner is also hesitating.

It took a long time for the door to open just enough for a head to stick out.

A round head protruded from the door, it was the girl he saw just now.

A very pretty little girl.

Who is she?

Xue Yang adjusted his posture silently, pretending to be peeling the orange, but he was secretly looking at the child.

She might be a little uncomfortable, twisting her neck to adjust her posture, as if someone was patting her behind her, she returned to the room, and seemed to whisper something.

The door was closed.

Xue Yang felt a little disappointed, he thought to himself, if the woman brought a girl at home, he might be more accepting.

Boy, hum.

Xue Yang sneered, and threw all the peeled oranges into his mouth.

Zhu Da Niu and Xue Jianguo were talking about him.

"Yangyang has been studying martial arts in Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and he doesn't go home very often. This time he happened to be on vacation, and I passed by Shaolin Temple, so I picked him up."

Miss Zhu looked at him in astonishment, no wonder Xue Yang was still wearing a hat when he entered the house, and there was a faint cyan color under the hat carefully.

Xue Yang touched his hat, and looked at his father with a sneer, "Isn't it just to make room for you? I don't want someone to insist on sending me to Shaolin Temple."

Xue Jianguo smoothed things over: "My mother left early. I was a big man at the time, and I couldn't take care of the child well. I wanted to teach him something."

It's not entirely Xue Jianguo's fault, he just can't take care of the children, and there are old people at home, but at that time Xue Yang was only five years old, addicted to martial arts movies, and insisted on learning martial arts.

He spent tens of dollars to find a way to send him to Shaolin Temple.

Zhu Da Niu smiled and said: "Boys are good at learning some skills, no wonder you are so strong. By the way, you don't know your brother yet, do you?"

"He's in the room. Well, he might be a little stupid. You can take it easy and go talk to him?"

Xue Yang happened to be too lazy to listen to them, and just wanted to go to the room to have a look. He stood up and strode towards the inner room.

As soon as he opened the bead curtain, the door opened, and two people came out of the room.

Gao's eyes were very cold, and he looked at him carefully, with great hostility.

The shorter one is handsome and pleasant, his eyes seem to have been crying, and they are a little red and swollen, so he will look at him curiously.

Xue Yang changed his foot to support his body, and suddenly smiled.

"Which of you two is my brother?"

Sanzhi hid behind Zhong Cheng, and looked at him with half of his head poked out.

Zhong Cheng introduced himself: "Zhong Cheng."

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows, "Are you the child from the next door?"

Zhong Ting nodded: "Hello, Xue Yang."

Xue Yang's eyes froze, and after a while, he shifted his gaze away from Zhong Teng and looked at San Zhi, feeling a little surprised that such a good-looking child was actually his younger brother.

He curled his lips in disgust, "Hi, my name is Xue Yang."

After finishing speaking, the three of them stood here in a stalemate.

It wasn't until Mrs. Zhu came over to fetch the thermos that she said to Sanzhi: "Take your brother into the house quickly and pack your things. We'll be leaving in a while. Please help me take care of it."

Three little rabbits sneaked into the room, Zhong Teng followed, Xue Yang hesitated for a while, and went in too.

His cheap little brother lay on the bed like a little girl, sobbing loudly.

Zhong Ting sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his back, comforting him: "Brother won't lie to you, Sanzhi is good." He looked at Xue Yang, as if he had taken Sanzhi away.

Xue Yang rolled his eyes, "Don't be so hostile to me, I'm innocent too, okay, I haven't come home yet, and suddenly I was told that there is an extra cheap mother, cheap brother, and maybe I will divide my father's property in the future, how wronged I am. .”

He said what was in his heart jokingly, and kept paying attention to Sanzhi's reaction.

But Sanzhi just lay there crying, like a little girl.

Xue Yang was a little impatient: "Have you packed your things? I'll leave later. Don't cry."

"It's packed." Zhong Teng pointed to the bags at the end of the bed, picked San Zhi up from the bed, and hugged Sanzhi into his arms in front of him.

As if rehearsing it thousands of times, Sanzhi naturally hugged his neck, shrinking like a little hamster, wishing to tuck herself into his clothes, but the sound of sobbing became quieter.

Zhong Teng pondered, and said: "Sanzhi is a bit special, as if your father hasn't told you yet. He is not very used to sudden changes in the environment around him, and he is more afraid of strangers."

"I will go to school in the city soon, before that, please get along well with Sanzhi."

There was another silence in the room.

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows, his body was very hostile: "Do you think I will bully him?"

Zhong Cheng couldn't say it well, the butterfly's wings were beating too frequently, and the current situation was very different from the original.

Maybe Xue Yang will be one of those who persecuted Sanzhi as originally planned.

Maybe he will change too.

He looked at San Zhi, lowered his eyelashes: "I just beg you like this."

Xue Yang was sitting in the car, next to a big Bao, and next to Bao sat Zhu Sanzhi.

He sat there with his head down, like a pitiful little boy who had been bullied, curled up in a small ball, unable to see his expression clearly.

Zhu Da Niu and Xue Jianguo were talking about where to take the two children to play in the future, and they didn't notice the awkward and somewhat silent atmosphere behind the car.

"Drink?" Xue Yang handed Sanzhi a bottle of AD calcium milk, and he took it as if his hands were hot, shrinking even further towards the car door.

Xue Yang sneered to himself, and directly changed his seat with Bao Fu, who was between them, and sat next to San Zhi.

He stretched his feet obliquely to the car door, leaned against the package, and his long legs cut the position of the three branches into a triangle.

Xue Yang peeled off the film and poured milk directly into his mouth. The position became smaller, and the three branches shrank even more. He wished he could shrink the bones.

After drinking the milk, Xue Yang opened the car window and threw the bottle out.

Sanzhi raised his eyes to look at him in surprise, moved his mouth, but quickly lowered his head.

The car was caught in a strong wind, and it was as cold as a bone scraper.

Xue Yang quickly closed the car door, took off his hat, and scratched his blue-gray scalp. There was a centipede-like scar lying crookedly on his scalp.

He lowered his head and let Sanzhi see: "Did you bleed?"

Sanzhi was taken aback by the terrible scar, and stammered, "No..."

"Isn't this talking? I thought you were dumb." Xue Yang put his hat back on and said nonchalantly, "I made it out of a fight with someone. There was a foreign nail on the leg of that man's chair." , directly cut my scalp open. The blood flowed on the spot, which frightened those grandchildren."

He said, laughing to himself.

Zhu Da Niu was puzzled, and looked at Xue Jianguo who was driving: "Is it so scary?"

Xue Jianguo was a little embarrassed. He brought his son back this time because Shaolin Temple didn't want to accept him anymore.

Originally, Xue Yang had a violent temper, he was not afraid of anything, but after learning a little martial arts, he became even more outrageous, running out of the temple to fight with others all day long.

This time I almost lost my life.

"When the time comes, send him to the sports school and let him be with Sanzhi."

This seems to be okay, but he won't bully Sanzhi, right?

After all, it was his own son, and Niu Zhu looked behind him in the rearview mirror. Xue Yang didn't bully San Zhi, but put his legs in front of him, looking a bit domineering.

Zhu Da Niu breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled sincerely: "This is also very good, just let his brothers be company, and save Sanzhi from being bullied."

Xue Yang smiled, squinting at Zhu Sanzhi.

With the help of her legs, she stretched out her hand to pinch his waist, moved her lips slightly, and whispered beside him, "Why don't you call me brother?"

He doesn't dislike this cheap brother, he is a good-looking kid, obedient and easy to bully, he likes it before it's too late.

This meeting has already regarded him as his younger brother, thinking that when they parted just now, the child reluctantly called Brother Zhong Cheng.

The possessive desire in his bones devoured his heart like ants.

He pinched harder and threatened him through gritted teeth: "If you don't call me brother again, I will pinch you and cry."

Sanzhi's eyes were reddish, his jaw trembled slightly, his fingers were curled up, and his tears were half falling.

He sobbed softly.

Until Miss Zhu noticed something was wrong with him and asked him what was wrong.

Xue Yang was the first to answer for him: "He seems to miss that person named Zhong Ting just now."

More than a little.