【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

Bugarati has been suffering from a headache recently. It has only been one month since the start of school, and Mista's head teacher has already called him nearly [-] times.

"I'm sorry Mr. Bucciarati, I know you are very busy at work, but I think education requires the cooperation of parents and schools..."

The teacher tried his best to be euphemistic, and Bugarati kept apologizing to the teacher with the mobile phone under his shoulder while writing the plan of the new project on the keyboard.

Mista didn't turn in his homework again today, even though he's only seven years old and in second grade.Bugarati also thought about it several times, should he strictly discipline children of this age?But when I thought about picking up shells by the Tyrrhenian sea when I was seven years old, I couldn't make up my mind.

All in all, the work was done on time today.Bugarati is a small high-level cadre of Passione Company, and there are seven or eight members of the team under him. He has worked hard for Diablo, the moldy octopus head boss who hardly comes to work every day for almost ten years.Although he is busy at work, he has a good salary, but three years ago, he had to take out a loan to buy a house so that his children could go to a good school. Now, in order to pay off the mortgage, he has to work harder for the boss of the moldy octopus head.

Although Bugarati drove the car and accelerated all the way as soon as he got off work, Mista was still the last child in the class waiting for his parents to pick him up when he arrived at school.

"Sorry, Guedo."

Bugarati walked into the classroom, and the little black-haired boy was sitting by the window with a big schoolbag on his back, shaking his feet sullenly.He went to the child and knelt down and kissed Mista's forehead.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"You come late every day." Mista didn't look at him, still looking down at his shaking feet, "I'm used to it."

Bugarati rubbed the boy's short black hair and sighed: "It's time for us to accept Langa." He picked up Mista, and the boy put his arms around his neck.

Then he picked up his youngest son from the neighbor's grandmother's house. As soon as Naranja saw Bugarati, he immediately reached out for him to hug him.

"Thank you, Mrs. Menning." Buccarati bent down and took Naranja into his arms, while Mista was playing with pebbles at the door.

"It's not hard for me, anyway, the retired old woman has nothing to do at home. And Naranja is very good." The old man smiled and touched the boy's hairy head, "It's you, your nanny job has been posted for almost a month, Why hasn't anyone come to the door yet?"

Bugarati said helplessly: "Maybe I have asked too much. You know, Mista is also in elementary school now. I want someone younger who has studied, so I can teach him homework. Yesterday The intermediary company has contacted, saying that there is one who basically meets the conditions in all aspects, but..."

"Just what?" Seeing that Bugarati hesitated to speak, the old man asked suspiciously.

"It's just...he's an Alpha."

"Alpha is actually not bad." The old man seemed to be worried about the young Omega in front of him, so he relieved, "Naranja and Mista are still young, and they haven't reached the stage of differentiation. Alpha might also be a good choice, and you should let them get in touch more. As for yourself... Bugarati, I don’t think it’s really a big deal, and I don’t think you’re the type to care about other people’s opinions.”

Bugarati coaxed Naranja, who was writhing in his arms, and smiled wryly: "I made an appointment with him for an interview at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I hope he is good."

As soon as he got home, Bugarati hurriedly got to work preparing dinner.Mista climbed onto the dining table to peel oranges for Naranja, and the two children sat in the dining room, crying loudly for food.

Bugarati takes weekend mashed potatoes and rabbit stew out of the refrigerator and reheats them in the oven, which is also his life hack.After all, as a single father, he doesn't have much spare time.Using weekends to buy and organize the ingredients for the next week can save a lot of energy for dinner on weekdays.It's just that the taste taken out of the refrigerator is always a little worse than the freshly made ones.

One of the biggest concerns of parents is that their children are picky eaters, such as Naranga.But the strange thing is that most other children don't like vegetables, but Nalanga doesn't like meat.

"Naranga, you won't grow taller if you don't eat meat." Bugarati took out a piece of rabbit leg that Naranja threw back into the pot and put it on his plate.

"If he doesn't eat it, I will." Mista said as he raised his small fork to fork the rabbit meat on Naranga's plate, but Bugarati stopped him immediately.

"Gaido, don't bully your brother." Buccarati frowned, "I haven't told you yet, but Teacher Tichano called me again today, and you didn't do any of the four homework? You have to Just tell me why."

"Humph."

The little boy angrily threw away the fork in his hand, jumped off the chair and ran upstairs. Bugarati had to stop the work of feeding Naranga to catch up.

"Guido!" He called his elder son's name while turning his head and told his younger son to finish eating the rabbit legs. Just as he was about to go upstairs, the doorbell rang again. people open the door.

But he looked at the man standing outside the door, but he didn't know who it was.Bugarati frowned and looked at the tall silver-haired young man in front of him. Omega's sensitive sense of smell sensed the faint Alpha pheromone smell on the opponent's body, and he couldn't help subconsciously becoming alert. Alpha's hair is very long, tied into a low ponytail hanging behind her back, purple-gold eyes are rare, wearing a V-neck T-shirt and jeans, dressed like a student who has not yet entered society.

"Hello, is this Mr. Bucciarati?"

When the other party spoke, his voice seemed more mature.

"May I ask what's your business?" Bugarati stood by the door and asked vigilantly, as if he didn't intend to let the other party in.

"That's right. I was recommended by an intermediary company. Do you need a babysitter here?"

Bugarati was taken aback for a moment. He clearly booked an interview time at 8:[-] am to avoid suspicion. He looked at the darkened sky outside the door and the lit street lights in the community. It didn't look like daytime now.

"But I clearly told you to come back in the morning!" Bugarati was a little annoyed. His home is in chaos now. Although his home has always been in chaos since his previous nanny resigned, there is no doubt that the Alpha in front of him suddenly appeared. It's a typical behavior of adding fuel to the fire.

"Huh?" The tall, silver-haired man seemed surprised when he heard the words, and Bugarati saw that the other party hurriedly took out a post-it note from his pocket.

"But the note they gave me said I should come for an interview at eight o'clock in the evening."

Bugarati frowned and took the note from the other party. Probably the person from the intermediary company made a mistake and wrote pm instead of am on it.

Buccarati sighed, he looked up at the man standing outside the door, pitifully like a dog who did something wrong, but it was not his fault.

"They misremembered." Bugarati explained, and he turned sideways to open the door.Everyone is here, so it's not easy to let the other party go back.

"Excuse me, you come in and sit down first."

Buccarati led the man into the living room, and Naranja was still eating the rabbit leg on the plate slowly at the dining table, looking like he couldn't swallow it.Bugarati asked the man to please himself, went into the kitchen and poured tea for him, only to find that he hadn't even taken off his apron when he came back.

"What's your name?" He brought freshly brewed black tea and put it on the coffee table, took off his apron and wiped his hands.

"My name is Leo Apache."

The man was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his jeans with his hands, looking a little nervous.

Bugarati slowed down and asked, "The intermediary company said you are still a college student?"

"Yes, I'm studying at a university near this neighborhood, which is very close to here."

"Actually, I thought it would be best to find a full-time nanny, you know," Bugarati pointed to Naranja behind them, "My youngest son is still too young."

"..." Apache pursed his lips and looked at Naranja in thought for a while, "Is he good? I can take him to school, during class. I can come here even when there is no class."

"He... is quite obedient." Bugarati held his chin, Apache didn't look like a person who would take care of children, on the contrary, he still had a feeling that no strangers should enter on the outside. "Naranga is very obedient, but it doesn't matter if you take him to class?"

Apache shook his head: "College students can get married, and some of my classmates have brought their children to school a few times."

"Ah, that's it." Bugarati looked a little surprised, but then he asked a new question, "But I think you are still very young, have you ever raised a child before?"

"I am the eldest son in my family, and basically I brought up my younger siblings." Apaki said, "I also worked as a babysitter when I was in high school."

Bugarati thought for a while, and he was obviously a little moved. After all, such a troubled life has troubled him for long enough.

"But I still have a son who is older than Naranja and just entered the second grade this year." Bugarati said, "I want to find a nanny who has studied because of him. I hope you can take care of it by the way." His homework, because I'm really busy at work."

Apache nodded in understanding.

"Since you are a college student, it shouldn't be a problem..." Bugarati said, his voice getting softer.Apaki seemed to sense the employer's hesitation, so the man stood up and made a suggestion.

"You might let me try it tonight."

"Huh?" Bugarati raised his head and looked up at the other party with his eyes wide open, "Now?"

"Yeah." Apache nodded, "Take it as a trial job. I'll take care of your child for one night. You won't be charged. See how I am."

Buccarati looked out the window subconsciously: "But it's quite late now..." He noticed that the wife of Bellickro's family had deliberately slowed down when she drove past her house just now, and the other party must have seen the Apache it's here.

"But I think you're working hard too." Apaki pointed behind Bugarati, and he looked in the direction of the man's finger. It was orange juice, but the rabbit legs on the plate remained unmoved.

"Naranga!" Bugarati was angry. He frowned and raised his voice as he tried to walk to the dining table, but Apache patted him on the shoulder.

"Perhaps let me try."

Bugarati watched Apache walk forward, he picked up the plate in front of Naranja and tested the temperature with his hand, Naranja raised his head and looked at the strange man in front of him with wide eyes, Apache smiled He touched the boy's head but did not stop the child from abusing the poor orange in his hand.

He came to the kitchen with the rabbit legs, and Buccarati followed him. He watched Apache use a fork to pick off the meat from the rabbit legs one by one, remove the bones, and put them in the microwave to heat them. When he took them out, he I tested the temperature with the palm of my hand on the bottom of the plate.

"Do you have any lemons at home?" Apache put the rabbit meat on the counter and turned to ask.

Bugarati took out the lemon from the refrigerator, Apaki took it, cleaned it carefully in the sink, dried it with kitchen paper, then grated some lemon peel with a grater and sprinkled it on the boned rabbit meat, and finally Squeeze some lemon juice on top.

He brought the reprocessed rabbit meat to Naranja and sat beside him.Apaki was too tall, even if he sat down, he had to bend down and try to be at eye level with Naranga.

"Hi, your name is Naranga, right?"

The boy blinked his big dark purple eyes and nodded at the stranger in front of him.

"Hello, Nalanja, my name is Apache." Apache stretched out his hand and handed it in front of Nalanja. The boy looked at the big hand in front of him, put down the smashed orange in his hand, and put his small palm on his chest. Wipe off his bib before grabbing Apache's fingers.

"My name is Nalanga, and I'm 5 years old this year." The child spoke softly, but he could hear that he was introducing himself seriously.

"Then, Nalanga." Apaky quietly took the oranges on the table that Nalanga was willing to put down, "Have you finished your dinner tonight?"

Naranja looked down at the rabbit meat on the plate and shook his head.

"Did Dad ever teach you to eat fruit after you've finished eating?" Apache asked.

Naranca raised his head and looked at Bugarati standing behind them, who was also looking back at him with his hands on his hips.Naranja looked back into Apache's eyes and nodded.

"Are the oranges delicious?" Apache asked.

"Delicious." Naranja said.

"But you've already eaten one, haven't you?" Apache pointed to a pile of orange peels on the table.Naranja pouted and said nothing.

"Eat oranges and then eat rabbit meat, it will be very delicious." Apaji pushed the plate in front of Naranga, "Smell, does it also smell like oranges?"

"Really?!" Naranja lowered his head and sniffed hard at the plate, "It seems a little bit."

"Then why don't you try it?"

Nalanga forked a piece of meat and took a small bite, chewing in his mouth: "It's still like a rabbit, but it's like an orange again."

"Oh, it looks like a rabbit and an orange." Apaqi pulled his tone, "Is it an orange-flavored rabbit?"

Nalanga picked up another piece of meat and chewed it: "It doesn't taste like orange anymore."

"Naranga really likes to eat oranges," said Apaki, "but isn't rabbit meat delicious?"

Naranca shook his head, but at the same time he forked another piece of meat.

"Does the orange-flavored rabbit meat taste better?"

Nalanga nodded again, stuffed his mouth full, and replied vaguely: "But it doesn't seem to be orange."

After a while, the boy tilted his head and thought again: "It seems to smell like oranges."

No matter what, Naranja took the initiative to finish eating the rabbit legs on the plate this time.

"Naranga! You finished your dinner by yourself today!" Bugarati was pleasantly surprised. He smiled and stroked his youngest son's head. You must know that feeding Naranga every night was as difficult as marching and fighting.

"Great." Apaki smiled and handed the remaining half of the orange to Naranga. "Now that you have finished your dinner, you can eat some fruit."

Looking at the bruised orange tortured by Nalanga, the flesh was squeezed out and hung on the broken orange peel, Bugarati frowned involuntarily.

Seeing Bugarati's dissatisfaction, Apaki looked up and walked behind Naranja and whispered to Omega, "It's already dirty anyway." Naranja who made a mess by himself.

Bugarati looked at Apache and had to sigh, and what the other party said made sense.

The atmosphere of the restaurant seemed peaceful at the moment, when suddenly there was a sound from the stairs at the gate.Bugarati turned his head quickly, and caught Mista's little feet fleeing the scene.

"Gedo!" He called his eldest son's name and got up and rushed upstairs, Apache followed behind him.

As soon as he turned the corner of the stairs, there was the sound of the door being slammed shut upstairs.Standing in the corridor on the second floor, Bugarati turned around and introduced to Apache: "This is my eldest son's room, and this is my second son's room."

After saying that, he stepped forward and knocked on the door of Mista's room.

"Guido, shall I come in?"

There was no movement in the room, and Bugarati turned around and gave Apache a wry smile.He turned the doorknob and carefully opened a gap. The two adults stood outside the door and looked in. The little boy was sitting at his desk with his head buried and motionless.

"Gedo..." Bugarati led Apaki into the room and put his hands on Mista's shoulders lightly, but the boy twisted unhappily to express his struggle.Bugarati wanted to straighten Mista's sitting posture again, but Apache patted him on the back and shook his head, indicating that he had better not do this.

So Bugarati withdrew his hand and stood where he was and said, "Gado, but you'd better get to know your new nanny first, who will also be your future tutor, Mr. Apache."

Hearing this, Apaki turned his head slightly and looked at Bugarati's smoldering profile under the light. It seemed that he had passed the probationary period.

The little boy still didn't respond, still hiding his head under his arms like an ostrich.Apache suggested: "Maybe we should go and see Naranga first, he was left downstairs alone."

"Oh! Yes." Bugarat raised his forehead, and he left his youngest son in the dining chair downstairs.This is his night, no wine and music, just a bunch of troubles that he can't keep busy.

Apache gently pushed Bugarati out of Mista's room, and closed the door behind him.Bugarati's expression looked worried, but Alpha smiled and patted him on the shoulder to express his comfort.

"It's okay, you can go and have a rest first." They stood at the foot of the stairs downstairs, Apache said, "Go take a bath and listen to music, leave it to me first."

"But you don't know Gedo yet." Bugarati said, "He has been in ups and downs since he was in elementary school. I'm afraid he won't be friendly enough to you..."

"It's okay." Apaki smiled and walked downstairs with Buccarati, "If I want to be his future nanny, then I must learn to tolerate the children's bad temper, which is actually the same as what you are going through now .”

Buccarati twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled wryly, "That's right, they are real angels when they are angels, and real demons when they are demons."

"A good education can determine whether they will become angels or demons in the future, but more importantly, the educators themselves must not drag their tired bodies to preach." Alpha comforted the exhausted Omega in front of him, "You need have a good rest."

"Thank you." Buccarati laughed, "I think you will be a good nanny."

Apaki seemed very happy to get the affirmation from his employer, Bugarati watched the tall Alpha walking towards the restaurant and felt that he really should take a good bath first.

"Naranja, have you finished eating?"

Apache walked back to the dining table, and the boy raised his head and shook the orange peel in his hand at him.

"I've eaten it all!"

"It's great! Naranga peeled the oranges by himself, and ate them all by himself, so nothing was wasted." Although looking at the orange stains all over the boy's body, it is a bit unconscionable to say so, but appropriate encouragement in childhood is Incomparably important.

Apaki carried Naranja out of the high chair. The boy's dirty hands were on his T-shirt and light-colored hair, but he didn't show his impatience. Beside the sink, he patiently told him: "Shall we wash our hands?"

Naranja patted his sticky little hands and nodded in agreement.

Apaki adjusted the water temperature to a suitable temperature, carefully washed Naranja's little hands and face, wiped them clean, and then had a dialogue with Naranja by asking questions, luring the boy to take the initiative.

"Now we have to change these clothes too. Where is Naranga's room?"

"Above!" The little boy pointed to the ceiling in Apache's arms.

"Is it upstairs? Can Naranga take me there?"

"Yeah!" The boy nodded, happily leaning forward to signal Apache to go faster.

He changed him into clean clothes in the boy's room, and Naranga pestered him to ask if Apaki could tell a story.But to be honest, Apache hasn't read many fairy tale books. After thinking about it, he took out his phone and checked the time. It has been 15 minutes.

"Naranga," he sat on the ground and stretched out his hands to hold down the bouncing boy a little harder, "Let's go see brother, okay? Brother can't hear the story in the room alone."

Naranja tilted his head, looked into Apache's eyes and nodded, agreeing to his suggestion.

Apache held Naranja in his arms and knocked on Mista's door again.

"Hello, it's me. I'm your new nanny, can I come in?"

Apaki leaned against the door panel, and there was a series of noises in the room, as if something jumped off the bed and hurriedly jumped on the chair again.After the inside became quiet again, Apache tried to turn the doorknob, but the door was not locked, and Alpha saw that the boy was still maintaining the previous posture in front of the desk.

"Hello, my name is Leo Apache."

Apaki walked into the room with Naranja in his arms and closed the door, and he sat on the chair next to Mista's desk.

Mista secretly raised one eye from the slit in his arm, as if confirming that Bugarati didn't come in together, his expression relaxed a little.

"What about you? I told you my name, would you like to tell me your name?"

Mista pursed his lips, he sat on the chair and swayed his feet, looked at the strange man in front of him, and then at the unsuspecting silly brother lying in the man's arms.

"My name is Guido Mista."

"Oh yes. Can I call you Gedo then?"

"No! You can't call me Gedo, you can only call me Mista."

"Well then," the man didn't seem to be dissatisfied with this decision, he continued to ask, "What about you? What do you want to call me?"

Mista thought for a while: "I'll call you Apache."

"Wow, I'm so happy." Apache smiled, "You remembered my name, I thought you hadn't heard me at all."

As soon as Apaki finished speaking, Mista's cheeks flushed involuntarily, and the boy sat at the desk sullenly holding back his anger.

"Then Mr. Mista," Apache tilted his head to observe the boy's expression, "now can you tell me why you are so angry?"

"Because I didn't do my homework yesterday!" Mista said loudly, looking confident.

"Wow," Apache frowned, bewildered, "this doesn't seem like a reason for you to be angry, it's more like a reason for your teacher and your dad to be angry."

"Hmph." Mista turned her face away and didn't answer.

So Apache changed his approach: "Then can you tell me why you didn't want to do your homework yesterday?"

"Because four teachers assigned four homeworks to do four books in total yesterday!" Mista told Apache in disbelief, "This is really scary!"

Apache thought for a while, and said, "It seems that you are very sensitive to '4'."

“‘4’是世界上最可怕的事！”米斯达说，“学校第4节课永远是我讨厌的老师上！我星期4还要轮到教室值日！小区里那个吉他弹得特别难听的姐姐总是在下午4点开始练琴！而且每个月的4号……”米斯达正激动地向阿帕基诉说着却突然停止了控诉，整个人难过地垮了下来。

"What happened to the 4th of every month?" So Apache asked.

"On the 4th of every month... Bucciarati is always away."

After Bugarati took a shower, he was blowing his jaw-length short hair with a hair dryer in the bathroom, and he was still a little worried about whether Apache could handle these two brats.Although he told himself that there is no need to be suspicious of suspects, after fidgeting in the living room for a while, he decided to go upstairs to have a look.

Bugarati secretly opened the door of Mista's room, Apaki seemed to be teaching Mista homework, and Naranja fell asleep in his arms.The scene in front of me looked quite harmonious.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that Apaji came down from the stairs, and he saw Bugarati sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him.

"You did much better than I imagined." Omega loosened the braids on the top of his head at this moment, and his black hair fell down softly on both sides of his cheeks, and his demeanor after getting a full rest seemed much softer.

"Thank you for your affirmation." Apache walked to him and sat on the sofa chair opposite, "Nalanga and Mista are both wonderful children, they are actually very obedient."

"Really," Bugarati's eyes suddenly lit up, "I really didn't expect that you could make them so obedient! None of the nannies I hired before could make them like them so much on the first day of."

Alpha lowered his head embarrassedly and laughed: "I'm not that good, but I just followed them to find a breakthrough."

"How to say?"

"In the beginning, as soon as I entered the living room, I found that Nalanga had always been very interested in the oranges on the fruit plate on the dining table, and there was already a finished orange peel beside him, so I guess he must like eating oranges very much. and other citrus fruits. Then I found out that the rabbit meat you stewed is made of red wine. The taste of red wine is relatively strong, and some children will be relatively disgusted, so I added lemon to the rabbit meat after heating to try to change the taste. Besides As far as picky eaters are concerned, Nalanja is really a good and worry-free kid."

"Indeed." Bugarati nodded, "I didn't expect it, I didn't notice that Nalanga doesn't like red wine stew."

"It's not really your fault," Apache said. "After all, most of the red wine dishes are meat. You may not have thought of this layer."

"What about Mista?" Buccarati continued to ask, "I just saw you helping him with his homework!"

"Ah... this." Apaki's skin was so pale that there was a thin layer of red, "He actually just hates '4', because the teacher assigned four homework, so he didn't want to do homework. Then I asked him how many subjects were assigned today? He said that there were four subjects, and I said that if you finish today’s homework and make up the homework you didn’t do yesterday, wouldn’t you have done eight homework today? It's not four doors."

"Then he started doing his homework?!"

"Yeah." Apache nodded.

"My God." Bugarati exclaimed in a low voice, and then couldn't help laughing.

He looked so pretty when he smiled, and Apache couldn't help but lower his head and smile softly when he looked at the black-haired Omega in front of him.

But Apaki didn't tell Bukara Timista why he hated 4.Because Alpha probably guessed some reasons why Bugarati would disappear on the 4th of every month, but if this matter is what he thinks... This is too private.

I can't fantasize about these personal matters about my employer. Alpha shook his head, but the range of blush on his face expanded a bit.

-TBC-