Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Even if someone cares about the injury, only they know how painful the wound is and how itchy it is when it heals. Feng ChuChu knows very well. Looking at all kinds of old and new scars on the bodyguard's wrist, "Why are you a bodyguard?" Feng ChuChu suddenly became curious about the person who has been in contact with him for many days, "did you apply for such a career?" it should be a trusted person to be around President Chen and arrange to protect her in the hospital.

"I was picked up by President Chen from the street."

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, but his dark face showed a little blush, and whispered shyly. His voice still has a taste of dialect. He is simple and honest. If he changes his clothes, he can't see that he is a murderer. Feng ChuChu sat on the ground a little curious, took out the band aid, put it in his hand and asked, "is it on the streets of Japan?"

"HMM." feeling the gentle hand of the wind, the bodyguard bowed his head, "how old are you this year?"

Looking at him so shy, if he is a normal adult man, he should have had a girlfriend. Won't he feel nervous because of such normal body movements? "I'm twenty years old." Feng ChuChu stared round his eyes and opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't speak for a long time. The bodyguard seemed to have seen it many times, scratched his head awkwardly and said, "it's not like it?"

"Well, a little. I thought you were over half past twenty!"

Feng ChuChu put his hand down and felt ashamed of his expression. "What's your name?"

"Xiaoqiang." the bodyguard said, Feng ChuChu controlled his expression and was not surprised again. "It's the name President Chen gave me." when he heard him slowly say his life experience, Feng ChuChu secretly thought in his heart that President Chen was a little too childish. He changed the name of other people's children into such an ordinary and ambiguous one. In the bathroom, the sound of Lin Zixiang's bath was like the background music of the story.

In just ten minutes, Feng clearly realized that the hairy boy in front of him was also quite ups and downs in the first half of his life.

"I came with my aunt from home. My parents don't want me anymore. It turned out that grandpa took care of me in the countryside, but grandpa died." in the small mountain village, the dependent people left. He didn't know what to do. Just before he died, Grandpa said to Xiaoqiang, "take this thing and go to your aunt. Grandpa can't take care of you!" Xiaoqiang didn't cry. He just borrowed it from his mother-in-law and asked his uncle. He patched together to bury his grandfather.

With the money he picked up for a month and the dry food made by his kind aunt next door, Xiaoqiang stepped on the train to the city.

The green train takes more than 30 hours. Xiaoqiang has less money. He can only sit in a hard seat. The chair is very hard, but it is soft enough for him. It is much better than the earth Kang in the countryside! He held his own dry food and looked around vigilantly. He grabbed the small note left by his grandfather in his hand. He dared not close his eyes for a while. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, someone would steal things, and he would really have nothing left! At that time, on a slowly moving train, he was a helpless teenager who didn't know what his future was.

When he first arrived in the city, Xiaoqiang was only 15 years old. When he saw such a high building and walked out of the railway station for the first time, many people were shouting in their ears, and even wanted to grab his arm and leave. "Ah, help!" for this, Xiaoqiang can only learn to listen to what his grandfather said and shout loudly when he was in the countryside. Such a cry also made people around avoid him one after another, looking at him with a bit of panic in their eyes.

"I'm afraid I'm not a fool. It's bad luck." "stay away and don't touch it. What if I catch you!"

Many people's voices were heard by him. Xiaoqiang thought, I'm not a fool, but he opened his mouth, but there was no way to explain. He could only squeeze the bag in his arms tightly and ask for the address on the note. The shoes on his feet were almost worn out. He walked from dawn to dark and finally found the door. When he knocked on it, he looked at his aunt inside with shock and disgust.

"Who, go away..." my aunt knew him clearly, but she wanted to close the door.

At the moment when the door closed, Xiaoqiang reached out, handed out the paper and said, "Grandpa gave it to you, grandpa is gone!" in the countryside, even when grandpa left, they didn't go back. Although Xiaoqiang complains, his aunt is now the only person he can count on and the only one who can get a little family warmth.

His dirty little hands held the paper. His aunt took the paper in doubt and looked at it. Her eyes were shining.

"Come on in, you must be very tired all the way! Dad, prepare something to eat, and our relatives in the countryside have come!" my aunt's attitude suddenly changed. That day, Xiaoqiang sat in front of the glass table and looked at the rice in the bowl and the simple dishes such as fried shredded potatoes. He ate two mouthfuls of fear and carefully looked at his aunt's eyes, "it doesn't matter. Eat quickly! Don't be hungry and take a bath later!"

With that, my aunt took my impatient uncle into the small room.

"The old man still has a house. He said he left it for the child. What does he know now? Let's give him a few meals and ask him to sign the transfer agreement. Won't our future son's house be settled? I heard that it is under development and will certainly be valuable in the future!" the aunt's voice was very low and faintly came from the room, Xiaoqiang didn't hear anything. He just felt that this shredded potato was the best he had ever eaten. He wanted to eat all the dishes.

After that, Xiaoqiang got a good treatment. He had a lot of dishes and meat every day.

He wears loose and big clothes, but at least he is clean. I can take a bath every day. My bed is soft. I don't have to worry about getting up in the middle of the night to fight the mice that climb on me. "Grandpa, I'm doing well!" Xiaoqiang whispers occasionally at night, and then wakes up the next day to continue to do more housework, clean the glass of the room and clean the bowls.

Living in someone else's house can't be annoying. It's the only way to do it. Xiaoqiang is very young, but he knows these clearly.