Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

the mall.

Jinchen has no experience in raising children.

But Winslow is too thin, and if you don't know him well, you might think he is just over 7 or 8 years old. In any case, he should choose more nutritional supplements.

The mall was crowded with people, and Winslow didn't really want to be held, so Jinchen held his hand and bought him a lot of things for raising children.

From beginning to end, Winslow never showed how much he liked her. He would just nod when Jinchen asked him questions. Occasionally, when they entered a crowded store, he would become even more silent and would hold Jinchen's hand tightly.

Jinchen had a great time shopping.

Buy all the children's growth milk powder, DHA and Omega3, various vitamin supplements, toys and clothes.

It was only after Ling Gungun searched the entire Internet for a guide on raising children that he found out that children grow up quickly and there is no need to buy too many clothes. Only then did Jinchen regretfully give up.

It takes a lot of effort to raise a child.

Winslow looked up at Jinchen in confusion, then lowered his eyes in disappointment, and tugged at the ill-fitting clothes with his little hands.

The house in this city was also newly bought. It took Jinchen some time to drive there. It was already evening when he got home. Winslow seemed a little tired and sat listlessly in the passenger seat.

Jinchen simply took the child back home, but as soon as they got home, Winslow struggled to get down and had difficulty lifting those big and heavy bags.

"Do you need my help cleaning up?"

Winslow looked up and asked, his voice still childish.

Jinchen raised his eyebrows and squatted down to talk to him, "Are you tired now, Xiaoluo?"

Winslow: “Not tired.”

"Who was the kid who almost fell asleep in the car just now?"

"..."

Winslow blushed and lowered his head in silence.

"Take a nap if you're tired, and then clean up with me after dinner. You're going to put it in your room anyway."

As soon as Jinchen finished speaking, Winslow was so surprised that he couldn't hide his surprise and widened his eyes, looking particularly adorable.

"For...me?"

Jinchen smiled and patted his head.

"It can't be for me, what are you talking about?"

Winslow was stunned, looking at the bags full of toys and clothes, feeling inexplicably at a loss.

He thought there was another child at home who owned these things, so he remained silent when Jinchen asked him about them, but secretly hoped that he could have a little bit of them too.

Just a little bit is enough for him to live safely.

Winslow pursed his lips, hugged Jinchen's neck and leaned against him, saying inaudibly, "Thank you, brother."

Jinchen pressed the soft cheek against hers and pinched it with satisfaction.

"Okay, welcome home, Xiao Luo. Go and have a rest and prepare for dinner."

What a good kid! He could actually be raised into a villain by that pervert Wen Zhu.

[Host, don't forget that Xiao Luo's blackening value is now 80! ]

【He is only ten years old, what bad things can he do. 】

Jinchen retorted.

【That makes sense! 】

Zero Roll agrees.

It’s such a filter!

Winslow was really tired. He was brought into the bathroom by Jinchen and had just finished taking a shower. He fell asleep on Jinchen's shoulder before he had even finished drying his hair. He seemed very uneasy and had to hold on to something to fall asleep.

Jinchen had prepared the teddy bear doll early and stuffed it into Winslow's arms before leaving the bedroom.

But what he didn't know was that Winslow had hardly ever had a good night's sleep in the orphanage in the past six months. Even if he was numb, he still had things he was afraid of.

The pool of blood in the living room was enough to soak my shoes, the strong smell of blood was so strong that I couldn't breathe, the piercing screams and the look my mother gave me when she looked at me for the last time...

Winslow began to struggle in his sleep, whimpering as he clutched his teddy bear tightly, his face wrinkled in extreme anxiety as he buried it in the pillow.

After a long time, he was awakened, trembling, and hugged the teddy bear tightly, burying his face in it.

By the time of dinner, Winslow had become the same as he was in the afternoon. Even Jinchen didn't notice anything. He held the child in his arms and fed him a bowl of egg custard before he was satisfied.

Winslow didn't say anything. He ate obediently in Jinchen's arms, but he was a little absent-minded.

"Do you want to go to the amusement park tomorrow?" Jinchen asked suddenly.

Winslow was in a daze for a few seconds, then hurriedly hugged Jinchen, "No... I won't go."

He heard from the children in the welfare home that many parents who adopted their children but regretted it would eventually take their children to the playground and then send them back.

Winslow didn't want to be sent back to the welfare home.

Jinchen thought so too. It was most important to take good care of the child's health first, as there would be many days to go to the amusement park in the future.

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But the nightmare was not discovered until the third day after Winslow returned home.

Jinchen found a cartoon for the child to watch. Perhaps the volume was a little loud, Winslow was frightened by the screams of the evil little monster being chased away. He sat on the sofa as if frozen. It took him a long time to recover, and he bent his knees and hugged himself.

That night.

Jinchen made the milk and pushed the door open. Suddenly his expression changed and he walked hurriedly to the head of the bed.

"Xiao Luo? Luo Luo!"

Winslow was covered in cold sweat and looked pale. He kept shaking in the quilt and kept mumbling like he was in a nightmare.

"No... don't hit..."

Jinchen took the child into his arms, placed his palm against the cold little face and gently soothed it.

"Good boy Luo Luo, no one is hitting you, wake up quickly."

Winslow suddenly woke up, his body shaking and struggling in response to the stress, his childish voice filled with fear, "Dad! Don't... don't hit me... please!"

But when he opened his wet black eyes and saw Jinchen, whose eyes were full of worry and distress, Winslow became dazed again, as if he was frightened.

Jinchen was afraid of scaring him again, so he carefully stroked his trembling back, and his low voice was incredibly gentle.

"My dear, it's safe here. No one will beat you."

"Brother will protect you, don't be afraid."

Winslow suddenly whimpered, hunched his shoulders and hugged Jinchen's neck tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

He was too scared.

Jinchen's comfort was gentle but fierce, just enough to relieve all the fear that Winslow had accumulated over the past six months.

The crying was suppressed but extremely aggrieved, like the wailing of a young animal.

Jinchen's Adam's apple rolled, and he felt so distressed that his liver trembled. He held the child and gently patted his back, "Brother will sleep with you. Drink a cup of hot milk and you won't cry, okay?"

Winslow sobbed for a long time, his hot and wet cheeks pressed against Jinchen's neck. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Jinchen, his cheeks red from crying.

After drinking the hot milk from Jinchen's hand, Winslow buried himself in his arms again and muttered softly, "Brother..."

Jinchen: “Hmm?”

Winslow bit his lip, finally shook his head, and hugged Jinchen tightly, "Stay with me."

Jinchen hugged Winslow and lay down in the quilt again, caressing the back of his neck with his warm palm, "Okay, brother will accompany you, so you won't have nightmares."

Winslow didn't even want the teddy bear that he had been familiar with for the past few days. He hugged Jinchen tightly as if he was afraid of being abandoned, but he refused to close his eyes.

Zero Gungun comes to give advice.

[Host, try singing a lullaby. This is how children are coaxed to sleep.]

[…How about you come? ]

How can I sing that?

Zero rolling and twisting, [I don’t know how to do it either~ I have downloaded 100 lullabies for the host~ Please learn slowly! ]

Jinchen hesitated, [I have to listen to this at the age of ten? ]

[But Xiao Luo has never heard of it before, the host wants to give him a complete childhood! ]

Jinchen chose a relatively simple song, gently patted the child's back through the quilt, and hummed softly.

Winslow in his arms looked at Jinchen in confusion, then sniffed after a few seconds, closed his eyes and buried his head in his neck to sleep, feeling the satisfaction of wanting to cry again.