[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Under Jian Zhao's apprehensive gaze, Ke Ai nodded slightly. His favorite domestic e-sports player once said that losing once is not terrible, but the most terrible thing is losing the courage to win.

If it was just a misunderstanding and tormented himself and Jian Zhao for so many years, he shouldn't have lost the courage to love and be loved.

"Jian Zhao, I really want you to hug me..."

Ke Ai's voice sounded a little cautious. When a person walks in the dark for a long time and finally sees the light not far away, he will be ecstatic and doubt whether it really exists.

Ke Ai is like this now, and sometimes he can't help but wonder if he finally couldn't bear the suicide and went to heaven, so everything became so beautiful.

Jian Zhao put his hand on the back of Ke Ai's neck, hugged the little Ke Ai in his arms, his nose was sore, and he almost shed tears.

"Little boy, you...how did you become like this..."

Ke Ai saw his current ugly appearance through a mirror in the ward, and asked nervously: "Yes, is it ugly..."

Jian Zhao's heart tightened again when he heard this sentence, he hoped that Ke Ai was now justly pulling his clothes and threatening him not to dislike him, instead of asking him so carefully for fear of being disliked.

"Not ugly, but, baby, I will feel bad."

Jian Zhao hugged Ke Ai tightly, and Ke Ai rubbed against Jian Zhao meekly, obediently, he was completely different from the hysterical appearance in the studio before.

About that period of time in the past, Jian Zhao didn't ask Ke Ai about his plans. He was really frightened by Ke Ai's hysterical appearance before, and felt sorry for him before it was too late. How could he intentionally expose his scars.

Ke Ai held Jian Zhao's hand carefully, looked at himself in the mirror after a long while, and became irritable again inexplicably.

He also wanted to work hard to control his temper, instead of being like an irrational lunatic who was disgusting if he was not well-behaved, but some emotions swept away all his reason like a tornado, and he couldn't control it at all.

Xie's mother returned to her company after leaving the hospital, and after handling the company's affairs, she called her husband and two sons.

She appreciated Jian Zhao's willingness to come and help Ke Ai, but she would never hand Ke Ai into his hands easily.

Moreover, Mother Xie had doubts about what Ke Ai had experienced. She didn't fully trust what Jian Zhao told her, even though he didn't deny that she could see Jian Zhao's feelings for Ke Ai.

The gentle voice of the psychiatrist seemed to ring in Mother Xie's ears again. She was really afraid of losing her child.

This time, Ke Ai was only discharged from the hospital because of an emotional outburst and exhaustion. When Jian Zhao took Ke Ai out of the ward, he found that Xie's mother had left him for four hours outside the ward. A tall and strong bodyguard.

Jian Zhao doesn't mind Xie's mother's defense against him, on the contrary Jian Zhao is very happy that someone cares about Ke Ai.

Ke Ai has kept himself locked in his room since he returned to his country. Occasionally, he was surrounded by bodyguards when he went to the hospital. Today, after going downstairs, he walked out of the elevator to the parking lot. Jian Zhao asked the bodyguards to leave. They were a little further away, and Ke Ai subconsciously hid behind Jian Zhao.

In the hospital lobby with people coming and going, the people passing by made Ke Ai very uneasy, and he really wanted to go back to his small dark room and shrink back.

Jian Zhao clasped Ke Ai's hand, seeing that he didn't show his resistance and disgust, subconsciously clenched Ke Ai's hand even tighter, stopped and faced Ke Ai face to face, and said seriously: "Little boy, trust me, it will be fine." of."

Ke Ai's eyes wandered, and his eyes were still uneasy, but the courage seemed to be passed to him through the hand they held together.

"I, I will work hard."

Up to now, under Jian Zhao's earnest gaze, Ke Ai still dare not give him a definite answer. He himself knows that his situation is very bad at the moment, and he is not sure whether he can recover, let alone make any promises. .

Jian Zhao took Ke Ai's shoulders, hugged him in his arms, lowered his head and leaned into his ear and said, "Little boy, I will work hard with you."

Jian Zhao is now as afraid as Xie's mother. Depression will cause God to take Ke Ai away too early. He is ready to work hard with Ke Ai for the rest of his life.

"Ah."

The bodyguards followed them at a distance of five steps, and they would come forward as soon as there was any danger, which also gave the two of them enough space.

Ke Ai tightly clenched Jian Zhao's hand, because of nervousness and fear, his palm was already soaked with sweat, and Jian Zhao could even notice that Ke Ai's arm was shaking slightly.

After walking a few steps, Ke Ai could continue to persevere, but Jian Zhao couldn't stand it any longer. He hugged the small and fluffy Ke Ai in his arms, and strode towards the parking lot. Ke Ai held his own His face was buried in Jian Zhao's arms, tears streaming down his face quietly, he felt that he was so useless.

When Xie's mother left, she asked her assistant to drive over to pick her up. Xie's car was still parked in the parking lot, and the driver took the initiative to come down and open the door after seeing them.

After getting in the car, Jian Zhao put his arms around Ke Ai's waist and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

Ke Ai, who was quietly wiping away tears with his sleeve, froze when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Jian Zhao before wiping off his tears.

Jian Zhao patiently took out a tissue to help him wipe away his tears. In the past, when he saw those parents who helped their children practice walking, they would always be very worried about protecting their children, and they were reluctant to let go. He just felt sneering.

But now seeing Ke Ai's face turning pale and sweating because he hadn't been in contact with the crowd for a long time, it can be regarded as a thorough understanding of the feelings of those people.

He couldn't bear to see Ke Ai's appearance of being afraid and trying to hold on.

"You, Jian Zhao, why are you apologizing to me...I think I'm so useless..."

Ke Ai's speech was a bit intermittent. After all, he hadn't communicated well with others for so many years, and his voice was not as soft and pleasant as it used to be.

"Sorry, I can't bear to see you scared."

Jian Zhao tightly clenched Ke Ai's hand. He never thought that he would be a doting parent before, but looking at it now...His lips curled up helplessly, he really couldn't bear it.

It's not that his own children don't know how to feel distressed, and he feels terribly distressed when his own children feel a little wronged and feel the slightest discomfort.

"Baby, you don't have to feel useless, you are really good."

Jian Zhao was seriously emphasizing this point with Ke Ai. After speaking, he glanced at Ke Ai who was still skeptical of what he said. He didn't explain too much. He planned to spend all his time in the future to slowly Give him a sense of security.

If the temporary vows of eternal love are not enough, then use the long stream of water for the rest of your life.

Ke Ai leaned in Jian Zhao's arms obediently. He was just an outsider who occupied the original owner's body. His trust and dependence on Jian Zhao far surpassed his parents and relatives.

He could feel his parents' love for him, but couldn't give them the same affection in return.

Only in front of Jian Zhao can he be unscrupulous and arrogant, and dare to tell the grievances in his heart.

He doesn't need to be the best, let alone be completely right. Jian Zhao has always had a blatant preference for Ke Ai.

Back at Xie's house, the butler took the initiative to mention that the kitchen had left food for them after they entered.

Xie’s father, Xie Yuan, and Xie Zhuo are both accustomed to eating Western food, but Xie’s mother is different from Ke Ai. Xie’s family has hired three chefs, one is good at Western food, one is good at Chinese food, and the other is best at cooking all kinds of food. dessert.

Jian Zhao saw the fatigue in Ke Ai's eyes, and skillfully used foreign languages ​​to talk to the housekeeper, and brought the things to Ke Ai's room. After returning to the familiar and stable place, Ke Ai's originally tense nerves were completely relieved. relax.

I don't know when it started, he no longer likes those places where the sun is shining, and prefers such endless darkness, as if he can sink into the darkness.

Jian Zhao went upstairs with a bowl of porridge and a plate of biscuits, and also sat cross-legged on the carpet with Ke Ai.

Ke Ai was about to take the bowl, but Jian Zhao casually put the small plate of snacks on the table, stirred the porridge a few times with a spoon, then scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Ke Ai's mouth.

"I, I can do it myself."

Ke Ai blushed and wanted to refuse, but Jian Zhao pushed the spoon to his lips, and said in a low voice, "Little boy, I want to take care of you, boy."

"Oh."

Ke Ai obediently ate all the porridge that Jian Zhao fed to his mouth. The chef's skills are good. In the past, it was like completing a task for Ke Ai to eat every day, but today is different.

After Ke Ai finished eating a bowl of porridge, Jian Zhao found out that the doll he was holding in his arms was the little hedgehog they bought in the supermarket.

He was extremely thankful to himself that he did not give up on Ke Ai, nor did he give up on himself.

Ke Ai's appetite was very small. After eating a bowl of porridge, he only ate one or two small biscuits. Looking at the dim light in the room, Jian Zhao asked Ke Ai's opinion softly.

"Baby, open the curtains, will you?"

It was difficult for Ke Ai to refuse Jian Zhao's request, even though he himself was not used to the existence of light, he still nodded.

Jian Zhao went to the window and opened the curtains with strong shielding ability, the sunlight immediately filled the whole room, Ke Ai felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to escape, but he heard Jian Zhao's voice first.

"Little boy, you said you believed in me, so trust me again now, and you will be fine, okay?"

Ke Ai, who originally curled up like a small animal who just wanted to seek protection, subconsciously nodded in agreement, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Okay..."

Jian Zhao said that if he can get better, he will definitely get better.

Although even Ke Ai himself couldn't tell whether it was because the sunshine on his face was too warm, or because the smile on the lips of the person who said that sentence was too dazzling.