[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

The aggrieved little cutie adhered to the principle that if you don't go to the mountain, I will go to the mountain, and Shou Jianzhao would not hold him, so he took the initiative to stuff his little hand into Jian Zhao's palm, and seriously emphasized: "If you want to hold me, Don't hold your hat."

Seeing that the little bastard was jealous of a hat, Jian Zhao gave a little snort, clenched his hand tightly in his palm, and gave a soft 'hmm'.

He didn't explain too much to Ke Ai, what he wanted to hold was not the hat when he came here.

It's like if this coat is hanging on a hanger in the mall, he will definitely not be interested in pulling the animal ears on it.

No matter how furry it is or how cute it is.

Ke Ai, whose little hands are being held by others, is even more dishonest when walking, occasionally jumping up and down with joy, Jian Zhao looks at him with indulgence in his eyes.

He fell in love with Ke Ai's lively and innocent appearance.

After returning home, Ke Ai threw the potato chips on the cabinet in the living room, stretched out his hand and stuffed the ice cream in Jian Zhao's hand into the refrigerator, moved a small bench to sit next to the refrigerator, and divided the bought ice cream into pieces. Two types, looking serious and focused.

"What is the share?"

After Jian Zhao put away the things they bought and tidied up, seeing that Ke Ai hadn't finished, he squatted beside him and asked.

Ke Ai turned his head and glanced at Jian Zhao, pointed to the three boxes of ice cream on the left, and said guiltily, "I... I'll separate the ones we like, the one over there is yours."

Jian Zhao looked at the three boxes on the left, then at the thirty boxes on the right, and asked with a chuckle, "Are mine too few?"

Ke Ai glanced at the three remaining boxes in his hand rather tangled, and put two of them on the left and one on the right with heartache.

Just after finishing it, he felt someone hugging his waist. Ke Ai looked at Jian Zhao tilting his head and blinking his eyes. Just now Jian Zhao was attached to the small stool and hugged his big cutie from right to left.

"Why are you hugging me?"

"Look, according to your division, am I too small? So, hold the big one and put it on the left."

"Oh."

Ke Ai nodded half understanding, closed the refrigerator door and stretched, and the two went to the study side by side.

Ke Ai, who just finished his summer homework, began to dive into the sea of ​​questions again.

The usually delicate and willful child is obedient and well-behaved in his studies. Jian Zhao will say whatever he says and will not refute at all. He will ask questions if he doesn't understand, and he will call his brother and brother in vain.

Later, when Jian Zhao became a famous cold-blooded businessman in the mall, someone once speculated that even if such a person became a father, he would be so cold-blooded that he would not help his children with homework.

No one knew that at the age when he was young and frivolous and the most impatient, Jian Zhao put away his arrogance and gently and considerately tutored someone with his homework for two years. He was gentle and considerate, never showing the slightest bit of boredom.

"elder brother!"

As soon as Jian Zhao heard Ke Aijian's call, he sighed helplessly. This little boy is really... He can solve slightly more difficult problems, but it seems easy to make mistakes.

"Huh? Where can't it be?"

"here."

Jian Zhao took Ke Ai's homework book, and after explaining the question that Ke Ai didn't know, he found a test paper from the homework books they bought, tore off a page and handed it to Ke Ai.

"Baby, come over and write a paper, and when you're done, I'll let you watch Sunlight's live broadcast. They're playing the finals today."

As soon as Ke Ai heard the name, his sleepy little head, which was originally written in the title, suddenly woke up, and with his hands on his chin, he asked anxiously, "Really?"

"Well, really, if the correct rate of the questions on the test paper can reach more than 90.00%, I will let you watch it in the screening room."

The third floor of the villa they are currently living in has a large movie-watching place with complete screen projection equipment, and it is perfectly fine to watch live broadcasts.

Ke Ai grabbed the pen and paper and started to write. Jian Zhao went downstairs and poured him a glass of warm water and put it on the table next to Ke Ai to dry. He said softly, "Call me when you finish writing. I'll prepare dinner first."

"I want to eat the cold dish you made last time."

"it is good."

Jian Zhao kept the following in mind while going downstairs, the villa they are currently wearing is in a good location, ordering takeaway is actually much more convenient than cooking by yourself.

Jian Zhao, who had always hated kitchen fume before, never imagined that he would actually be willing to cook for others one day.

The takeaway is delicious, but hygiene is put aside for now, I always feel that I don't feel at ease when I don't make it myself, especially... the food for that little kid, Jian Zhao is even more uneasy.

Enter the kitchen to clean all kinds of ingredients, skillfully cut and stir-fry vegetables, the sound of the range hood working, the spatula connecting to the pan, and the crackling of vegetables under hot oil, all mixed together, warm and harmonious.

Jian Zhao's temperament is cold, and there is a little arrogance in his bones, just like him, even if he is standing in the kitchen cooking, he can't hide his nature, and he puts the dishes on the plate indifferently.

After all the dishes for dinner were prepared, the rice hadn't been cooked yet. Just as Jian Zhao put the plate on the table, he heard a voice calling him from upstairs.

"Stinky!!"

"coming."

Jian Zhao went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, and brought out the sour plum soup that had been frozen in the refrigerator before making dinner. It hasn’t been in the refrigerator for a long time, so it’s not too late/Le O pushed open the door of the study, and handed the sour plum soup to Ke Ai, Ke Ai hugged the sour plum soup and leaned against the back of the chair, obediently waiting for Jian Zhao to correct the paper.

Jian Zhao took out the red pen from the pen container, and corrected each question one by one. Judging from the comprehensive score, the correct rate was about 80.00%, which was still a long way from the goal he had set for Ke Ai.

Ke Ai pursed his lips after seeing the result. It was true that he couldn't blame others for not doing well. He took a big mouthful of sour plum juice in frustration.

If you don't reach it, you are not strong enough, no matter how frustrated you are, you don't dare to go up to threaten Jian Zhao...

"hungry."

"Go downstairs."

Ke Ai followed Jian Zhao half a step behind, and the two went downstairs and sat at the dining table together, getting along warmly and naturally.

After eating, Jian Zhao cleaned up the tableware, put the used plates, bowls, etc. into the dishwasher, glanced at the time on the wall clock, it was probably time for the Sunlight competition, and took his little poor child wrist, and led him up to the third floor.

"Not to say……"

Ke Ai looked at Jian Zhao who was adjusting the machine, the joy in his eyes almost overflowed, and the soft beeping seemed to be coquettish.

Jian Zhao finished the machine, and the scene of the King of Glory professional competition was displayed on the big screen. When it was turned on, the camera happened to be on Sunlight. This Sunlight player was indeed as indifferent and arrogant as the rumors on Weibo. The camera fell on him He didn't even look at him.

"It's true to say that, and it's true to want to spoil my little cutie."

Jian Zhao was afraid of disturbing Ke Ai watching the game, so he answered in a low voice. After speaking, he felt a weight on his thigh, and then a small head tilted into his arms, and Jian Zhao's neck was itchy with his fluffy hair.

"Then hug your little cutie..."

Again, he cut first and played later, only when people nestled in his arms did he ask, the rascal was also domineering.

However, Jian Zhao just likes his rascal's dominance, he can act like a spoiled rascal, and he can even be more misbehaving.

"Ah."

Jian Zhao was somewhat interested in this game in his previous life, but after being reborn in this life, with so many dark memories in his mind, it is difficult to regain the vitality that should belong to this age.

I came into contact with this game again from the mouth of his little boy.

Jian Zhao saw this little kid staring at Sunlight player with admiration more than once, and the eagerness in his eyes was a little less than when he was looking at him.

Ke Ai reached out and opened a bag of potato chips and stuffed it into Jian Zhao's hand, holding lemonade in one hand, and taking potato chips from Jian Zhao's hand with the other hand, gnawing on it seriously and focused like a little hamster.

Some potato chip crumbs fell on Jian Zhao's body, but Jian Zhao, who is obsessed with cleanliness, didn't feel much disgust, his eyes were full of indulgence.

After a while, the game reached the climax of the round, a small-scale team battle broke out between the two sides, Ke Ai became nervous watching it, and unconsciously hugged Jian Zhao's arm like a doll, and stared at Jian Zhao nervously. with.

Jian Zhao took a distracted look, this Sunlight doesn't look as good as him, what does this little kid like about him?

Sunlight is a myth in the e-sports circle. It is rare to lose in a game, and this time is no exception. By the end of the game, it was already 10:30 in the evening. After watching the awards ceremony, Jian Zhao reached out and turned off the device.

He turned around and looked at Ke Ai who was sitting there rubbing his eyes. When he got to Ke Ai's side, he saw that his eyes were slightly red and full of sleepiness. .

"Let's go, go back to sleep when you're sleepy."

"Well, good."

Ke Ai nodded his head, put his hand into Jian Zhao's palm and asked him to lead him. When he went down the stairs to the door of their bedroom on the second floor, Ke Ai, who was a little sleepy, subconsciously pushed one of them away. door.

Jian Zhao frowned slightly, and before he could remind Ke Ai that he had gone to the wrong door, the person who seemed confused just now moved quickly into the room, and wrapped himself in the quilt skillfully to look like a silkworm chrysalis.

——The series of actions were so smooth that Jian Zhao didn't even have time to react.

Jian Zhao, who came back to his senses, stared at the little boy who had already wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis on the bed in his bedroom, pinched his eyebrows a little helplessly, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner on the cabinet, and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner a little higher Son, reach out and close the door.

Ke Ai was already lying on his bed, and he couldn't hold him down, so he had no choice but to let him sleep for the night.

Jian Zhao turned around and pushed open Ke Ai's door. After taking a shower, he changed into pajamas and lay on Ke Ai's big bed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Jian Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the dim light beside the bed, and suddenly thought A serious matter came up: What if... that little bastard did something bad on his bed?