Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

After that day, Wen Zhu finally realized that Jinchen was a difficult person to mess with.

After that, they tried several more times to forcibly take Winslow away, but they didn't even get to see the child. The people they sent were either beaten to the point of losing their ability to move, or were sent to various police stations by Jinchen for various reasons.

Wen Zhu, whose power is not in the country, feels really fucked up.

Later, no one knew whether Wen Zhu figured something out or was scared by Jinchen's beating, but he actually returned to the country in disgrace and was never heard from again.

Many times, life passes as quickly as ice cream melting.

Clearly, he is still the child who would act coquettishly and ask to be held in Jinchen's arms every day, but in the blink of an eye, his former anxiety and timidity have faded away, and he has become a young boy who is nourished and immersed in love and care.

At the age of thirteen, Winslow's education changed from private tutors to joining a private college, and Jinchen also gradually developed a new career, which was just the right time.

Summer.

The aunt at home prepared breakfast and divided the freshly cut fruit into two portions, large and small. She glanced upstairs, feeling a little puzzled.

Today, the master and the young master did not seem to come down for dinner at the usual time. Don’t they have to go to school soon?

At this time, in the bedroom upstairs, the curtains were half-drawn and Jinchen pushed open the door.

[Xiao Luo got up thirty minutes later than usual.] Ling Gungun reminded.

"Good boy."

Jinchen called out softly a few times, and when he saw the quilt moved, he walked over with a smile and patted it lightly through the quilt.

"What's wrong with you today? You want to stay in bed even though you get up early."

"……snort."

Winslow sleepily exposed half of his head, pulled Jinchen's hand and buried it in his, saying sullenly, "It's all my brother's fault. I can't sleep."

Jinchen became increasingly busy with work during this period, and fearing that he would disturb Winslow's sleep at night, he moved to the next room. Unexpectedly, this made the child even more uncomfortable, and he could only fall asleep very late at night.

Jinchen followed his pulling force and sat down at the head of the bed. Winslow then climbed up, hugged her neck and buried his head in hers, then bumped his forehead against Jinchen's chest.

"Brother, please don't go to sleep next door, okay?" He spoke softly and coquettishly, blinking his hazy and moist eyes that had just woken up, feeling very aggrieved.

"Okay, okay, I'll move back tonight."

Jinchen had no choice but to pull up the air-conditioning blanket and said, "Does my dear still need to go to school today?"

After a few seconds of reaction, Winslow hummed, "I'm going."

"Get up and have breakfast first, I'll take you there later."

Winslow's eyes lit up, and Huanxi rubbed his face, "Okay."

As Jinchen was busy, he hadn't taken Winslow to school for a while, and he was always picked up by the driver.

Seeing the child so happy, Jinchen's heart softened and he comforted her, "When the summer vacation starts next month, your brother won't be so busy. My dear, you should choose a place to travel in advance."

Winslow looked at Jinchen and slowly smiled, and the loneliness he had felt in the past few days was swept away.

"I'll choose carefully," Winslow said with a smile as if to assure.

Today, Winslow was particularly obedient even when eating breakfast. He didn't even pick on the eggs, which he usually didn't like. The smile on his aunt's face never faded.

It's strange to say, but the aunt who has been working in this family for two years thought that the previous employer hoped that the children in the family would be obedient and not picky about food.

But Mr. Jin was different. He was quite happy to see that the young master was becoming more and more picky about food, and he came up with various recipes.

But it’s different when a baby is raised with care. The aunt handed Winslow hot milk with great love. He looked like a little prince. The babies of the celebrities on TV were not as dazzling as him.

After breakfast, Jinchen called his secretary and sent Winslow to school first. Fortunately, he got the child in before class started.

"I didn't sleep well last night. If you feel uncomfortable, call me."

Jinchen buttoned up Winslow's coat, patted his head and said, "Brother will come back to have dinner with you tonight."

"Okay, got it." Winslow responded. Seeing his brother's expectant look, he hugged him in dependence and said, "Brother, bring me something delicious."

"it is good."

Jinchen watched the child go to school with satisfaction.

What he didn't know was that after getting off the car, Winslow sighed helplessly and sweetly. In fact, he didn't want to eat anything delicious at all. He just wanted his brother to come home quickly.

But a smart person should learn to satisfy his brother's sense of accomplishment.

With the foundation laid by one-on-one private tutoring in the previous two years, Winslow learned new knowledge very quickly. In addition, his dazzling appearance did not affect his popularity even as a transfer student.

Even the teachers paid special attention to this smart child.

But Winslow is different at school than he is in front of Jinchen. He is just like an ice ball, polite yet unfamiliar.

In the eyes of boys who are all thirteen or fourteen years old and like to hang out in groups of three or five, she always seems a bit out of place.

If you don't fit in, you will be targeted.

As the transfer class approached the end of the semester, Winslow had to deal with the "misunderstanding" of having his name inexplicably written on the long-distance running list at the sports meet and the "accident" of being locked in the shower during the physical education swimming class.

Winslow handled it beautifully, and those people never dared to bother him again. The teacher didn't know, and neither did his brother.

Of course, Winslow remembered what his brother had said before, that nothing should be concealed, but as he grew older, he had already understood the "bottom line", and when dealing with these matters, he did not exceed the bottom line that his brother had set.

So he just felt that there was no need to tell his brother about these little things.

But today, there seems to be a little surprise.

Winslow looked at the provocative letter on the table and the fake snake that might scare someone, then put it back with his eyes downcast, and no one noticed.

After school, Winslow first went to the school gate to pick up a delivery package, and then slowly walked towards the battle location in the provocative letter - the extended platform on the sixth floor.

"Brother Tiger! That kid is here as expected!"

The skinny guy who was waiting saw Winslow coming up in school uniform, and hurriedly ran to the big senior guy named Tiger Brother, looking like a fox taking advantage of the tiger's power.

Winslow raised his eyelashes slightly and glanced coldly at the people waiting for him. He only had some impression of Brother Tiger in the middle.

"You kid, do you know what you did wrong? All of you transfer students have to pay protection money to Brother Tiger! Otherwise, don't even think about staying in this school!"

Winslow: "Bullying in school is against the law."

Brother Tiger: "..."

He was a little angry, and his face was full of flesh without any childishness that belonged to a minor. "I'm not breaking the law! You still want to...ah!!"

The rough shouting scared the four younger brothers behind him.

"There's a snake! There's a snake!"

Brother Hu was so frightened by the poisonous snake thrown on him that he sat down on the ground, swallowing his saliva and not daring to move.

Winslow looked down at him, curled his lips, and said in a somewhat vicious way: "This is a poisonous snake. If it bites, it will kill people."

How could a fourteen-year-old boy who had never come into contact with such things tell whether the snake was poisonous or not? He was scared to death when he heard this.

"Help! Help!!"

"Brother Tiger...I...what should we do!"

The four little brothers were frightened. One of them found a branch and tried to pick up the snake, but when he turned around, there was another one on his body.

After a chaotic scream, the five teenagers, including Brother Tiger, were almost frightened to death. Winslow felt bored and put the two corn snakes he bought back into the cage.

"Don't look for me again."

Winslow looked at Brother Tiger seriously, his cold tone not without seriousness.

He looked at the five people carefully again and found that there were no scars on them, they were just scared.

Winslow stuffed the cage into his bag and left alone.