【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

"Guido! Put your shoes on quickly! It's already eight o'clock!"

Bugarati hugged Naranga and pushed him into the child safety seat at the back of the car, urging Mista, who was standing at the gate and yawning, to put on his shoes.

"Why don't you let Apache stay? That way he can drive us to school."

The boy walked down the stairs slowly with his small schoolbag on his back, and Bugarati rushed over to pick up Mista from the steps and quickly went around to the co-pilot's seat and stuffed the boy into it.

"He's still on probation."

"But the previous nanny can live at home during the probationary period." Mista poked his head out of the car window and looked at Bugarati and asked.

"He...he is different, he still has to study, he is still a student just like you."

Buccarati made an excuse indiscriminately, and Mista nodded half-understood.

"Ah! Mr. Bucciarati!"

Damn it, I'm one step too late and I can get in the car and leave!

Bugarati leaned on the half-open car door with one hand, tried hard to control the expression on his face for a while, and turned around with a smile.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bellicrow."

The lady is holding a small dachshund in one hand and an empty vegetable basket in the other. She looks like she should have a lot of things waiting to be done, but her expression at the moment is that she can't help it.

"I heard you're looking for a new sitter," said Mrs. Bellicrow. "I saw a man when I was driving past your house last night. Was that?"

"...Yes, he is here to apply for the job." Buccarati maintained a gentle smile, and kindly answered the neighbor's wife's question.

"Oh! Then... has he successfully applied for the job?"

"He is pretty good, and basically meets my requirements."

"But...I saw the back of that person yesterday, his figure...should be an Alpha?"

Although Mrs. Bellicolo was controlling her facial muscles that could not help but twitch, the gossip in the lady's eyes was clearly about to pour out in Buccarati's eyes.

"Yes, he's an Alpha, but you know it's too difficult to find a babysitter now." In order to stop Mrs. Bellickroe's curiosity about to burst out, Bugarati hurriedly got into the car.

"I'm sorry! Mrs. Bellicrow, it's getting late, and I have to get the kids off to school."

"...During the Middle Ages, the whole of Europe was in a state of natural economy under extremely feudal rule, and the development of garden architecture and design was greatly hindered, except for castle gardens and religious gardens..."

The teacher is still talking on the podium, and the notes in the textbook are getting more and more scribbled by myself.Apache sat at the end of the classroom, raised his hand to look at his watch, and took out a note from his pencil case.

Last night, Apache found his first official job in the sense of life, and he was going to work as a babysitter for a family in a residential area near the school.Although even he himself did not expect that he would find such a job, after all, no one who met Apache would think that he was a good candidate for raising children, but Mr. Bugarati felt that he is.

Although in order to get this job, Apache did lie to Mr. Bugarati a little bit.

"Nalanga goes to the nursery class at eight o'clock every morning. The nursery class is closed in the community and it is easy to find. You have to pick him up before two o'clock in the afternoon. Gedo is at three o'clock in the afternoon on Wednesday and Friday. School is over, usually at 04:30 in the afternoon, but he is on duty on Thursday, so we can pick him up half an hour later."

He looked at the schedule he recorded on the sticky note, and recalled the conversation Mr. Bugarati sat on the sofa with him last night.

"What you have to do is actually very simple. In the morning, I will send the children to school by myself. When the time comes, remember to pick them up on time. The main thing is Gaido, you have to control his homework and urge him to complete his homework on time. There is also the sanitation at home that needs to be cleaned, and the children's clothes also need to be washed by you, but the underwear is not used, I will wash their underwear by myself. And there is...do you know how to cook?"

When Bugarati said this, he couldn't help but stop and ask, although the dishes that Apache improved for Naranja were favored by his youngest son, but the Alpha in front of him seemed to have a pair of fingers that didn't touch the spring water. The high cold feeling is still too refined.

"Uh..." Apache raised his head, twiddled the ballpoint pen in his hand to record notes, obviously this question hit his heart.

"Process it in advance, prepare it, I just need to cook it... I should be able to." After thinking for a while, he added, "There are also some simple, simple pasta that I can also make."

Bugarati nodded, anyway, it means that it is enough not to starve to death.

"That's enough. If you don't know it, you can learn it later." With the approval of the employer, Apache breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "Has the intermediary company told you? The trial period is three months, and the salary will be halved. If you perform well You can become a regular in advance, and then we will go to the agency to sign the contract together in triplicate."

"Well, they did."

"You have five days off every month to choose freely, but I hope you'd better tell me in advance so that I can arrange my time. The official work will start tomorrow, and I will tell the teachers of Gedo and Naranja that I Please be our new nanny."

"Mr Apache!"

The teacher's shout dragged Apache from his memory into reality, he raised his head suddenly, and the drowsy students around him all looked at his position.

"I just talked about the garden design of medieval churches and monasteries. What are their common characteristics?"

"Uh……"

Apaki opened his eyes wide and glanced around for help. Fortunately, today, Shikjaro was sitting in front of him, and at this moment he turned his head and silently reminded: "No. 30 page six."

"Is... the layout random and... indeterminate?"

"Wow, congratulations, you got the answer right." The teacher stood by the podium and knocked on the table with the textbook. "You are very lucky. If you get the wrong answer, you will have to ask my office to help move the teaching aids after class. Everyone else should wake up too. ! Listen to me carefully in class!”

"Hey! Apache!"

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Apache picked up his backpack and rushed out of the classroom first, while Shikyaro followed behind him and chased him all the way up.

"What are you running for?" The orange-haired man rushed to his side, stretched out his hand to straighten the hairband on his head, "You were absent-minded throughout class today, and now you run away after class, are you falling in love?" ah?"

"No," Apache raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was already 01:30, "I'm going to pick up the kids from school."

"What?!" Skearo's hand on the headband froze, "I thought you were an unwanted wretch like me, but I didn't expect you to even have a child."

"No one wants you! No, it's not my child." Apache explained while speeding up his pace, "I found a job as a babysitter for a family, and I'm going to pick up their children."

"Wow, how did you find such a job?" Skearo frowned, teasing.

"Do you think it's easy to find a job?" Apache rolled his eyes.

"Then congratulations, you have entered the role of 'father' ahead of time." The orange-haired Alpha stretched out his elbow and jokingly poked the silver-haired Alpha's waist, "What kind of family is your employer?"

"It's not easy for him. He is a single Omega. He takes care of two children by himself. He also has to work and take care of the children. No one helps him."

"God, what does he look like?"

"What do you want?"

The two came to the parking lot while talking, Apache found his bicycle, and stepped on the road with his long legs.

"You know, I like people who are older than me. They are mature and attractive!" Skiaro said, excitedly gesticulating, "It's best to be Latino! Dark skin! Perfect bonus points ! Straight to my soul!"

"The family has two children."

Looking at the friend in front of him, Apache couldn't help shaking his head and walking away with contempt on his face.

After seeing the client, Bugarati just returned to the company and sat down in the office. He turned on the computer and looked at the time in the lower right corner. It was almost two o'clock. He wondered if Apache had received Naranja on time.

Just as he took out his mobile phone to call Apache, his stomach let out an untimely growl.I ran outside all morning and didn't even have time to eat lunch.

Bugarati picked up the cold coffee on the table and drank it down in one gulp to fill his empty stomach for the time being, then got up and planned to go to the tea room to see if there was anything to satisfy his hunger.

And now Apache is sitting on a bench outside the nursery class, huddled among a group of elderly grandmas and wives.

"This little brother is very young."

"No, I haven't seen it before. Is it new to our community?"

"Are you the child's brother or father?"

……

The arrival of Apache obviously aroused the interest of the surrounding housewives.Although in school, as long as Apache doesn't smile, his expressionless face is enough to make Omega, Bate and sometimes Alpha around him who want to strike up a conversation automatically stay away.But where is this?This is a nursery class, at this age, parents who come to pick up their children, what kind of Alpha haven't you seen?What's more, he was so young and handsome as Apache, so he was excited just by looking at him.

Apache didn't know how to answer.His naturally cold face has helped him resist too many unnecessary chats since he was a child, so that in fact he is not very good at communicating with others.

"No, I'm a nanny."

"I'm here to accept Lan Jia."

"No, no, not Mr. Bucciarati's object."

"No, I said it, I'm really a nanny."

The ringtone that suddenly came to mind was like the sound of nature, Apache quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said "I'm sorry" to the wives while quickly answering the call, feeling relieved.

"Ah, Apache."

Bugarati was standing in the tea room eating biscuits, but he didn't expect that the other party answered the number as soon as he dialed it.He quickly took a big sip of coffee and swallowed the biscuits that were not chewed in his mouth.

"Ahem, it's okay, I'll just cough, I'll ask if you have found the location of the nursery school."

"Are you okay?" The person on the other end of the phone was coughing badly, and Apache couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Don't worry about me, I'm already here, and now I'm waiting for Naranja to finish school."

"It's okay, cough cough, I choked on eating too fast." Bugarati picked up the coffee and took another sip, finally recovering.

"Have you not had lunch yet?" Apache was a little surprised.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. I went to see the client in the morning and forgot when I came back late." Bugarati replied.

"How can you forget this?" Apaki frowned, and his tone became serious and low, "No matter how busy you are, you must eat three meals on time, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

"...Okay, I'm sorry."

Perhaps it was because no one had said similar words to him for too long, and Apaki's serious and seemingly angry tone made Buccarati apologize subconsciously.

The soft and melodious piano sound came to my ears, it was Richard Clayderman's "Remembrance of Love".Today's schools are using famous piano pieces as get out of class bells.

Apache looked back and saw that his wife and wives were rushing towards the door of the classroom, so he said to Bugarati: "Then I will hang up first."

"Yeah." Bugarati nodded, waiting for the other party to cut off the communication.Holding the phone in one hand and coffee in the other, he briefly lost his mind.Until Proxiet opened the door of the tea room and broke in.

"Buggarati!" The blond beauty shouted his name, and Bugarati took back his phone and put it in his pocket.

"I'm going to tell Diablo that you're lazy at work."

"What about you, what are you doing here?"

Buccarati watched as Proxiet came to him and stretched out his hand to pick up the freshly brewed coffee in the coffee machine.

"Come and be lazy."

Prosciut picked up the coffee, and the two stood side by side in front of the window looking at the bustling streets downstairs in the city center.

The blond beauty looked down at the unpacked bag on the counter and said, "This is my biscuit."

"It's delicious." Bugarati replied.

Proxiet reached out and fiddled with the bag in front of him twice.

"Have you eaten all of it?!"

"It's delicious." Bugarati replied again, looking back into Proxiet's eyes.

Apache has successfully completed his first task, and at the moment he is holding Naranja in one hand and pushing his mountain bike with the other on the way back to Bugarati's house.Naranja was giggling as he carried his small schoolbag with airplane pattern in his arms.

"What's the matter, are you so happy?" He looked at his exposed rear wheels, thinking about whether to install a bicycle child seat on the car.

Nalanga stretched out her little hand to hug Apache's neck, still giggling even more happily.

"Okay, it's fine if you don't want to say it." He stretched out his arms and lifted them up so that Naranja could hug him more comfortably.

Back home, Apache put Naranja on the sofa and turned on the TV.

"Would you like to watch cartoons?"

Although no child can resist the charm of cartoons, Naranja is really a good child, obedient is almost too much.You turn on the TV for him and he sits quietly on the sofa and starts watching TV.

Apache felt a little strange, Nalanja was so obedient, he hardly looked like a five-year-old child.Five-year-old children are usually at the age of being curious about everything. You want to follow you in everything, and you always have endless energy to ask endless questions, jumping up and down noisy.But it can't be said that, some children are just better behaved, maybe Naranga belongs to this category.Thinking about it this way, Apache felt that he was really lucky.

So he started mopping the floor and cleaning the windows to complete the second task assigned by Mr. Bugarati.Until Naranja took the initiative to run to his side.

"What's wrong?" Apache put down the mop in his hand and squatted down and asked.

Naranja didn't speak, and swayed back and forth, covering her little buttocks with both hands.

Apaki remembered that Mr. Bugarati had mentioned to himself last night that Naranga is now learning how to use the toilet.

"It's better to let him use the toilet instead of the toilet." Mr. Bugarati seems to have told himself.

But teaching children to go to the bathroom is actually quite a challenge for Apache.

"Do you want to pull Smelly?" He squatted on the ground and patted Naranja's little head.

Nalanja nodded vigorously: "Shou Shou Shou."

But what about this thing?

Apaji followed Naranja to the bathroom in the child's room. There was something like a small ladder leaning against the wall of the bathroom.

"Use this?" Apaki turned the thing around and looked around.

Naranja patted the edge of the toilet, and instructed in a childlike voice: "Put it here!"

"Oh! It turns out that we Naranja can use it ourselves." Apaki smiled and followed Naranja's command and began to work.

"Is that all right?"

Naranja pushed the stepped seat gasket on the toilet with his small hands, and Apaki watched from the side, thinking that probably Bugarati did the inspection in this way.

Seemingly satisfied, Naranja nodded and climbed up by herself.

"Do I need to stay here?" Apache asked.

Naranja shook his head, but he tilted his head and thought for a moment before nodding, but at the same time he said "no no no".

"Is there any problem?" Apaki knelt down and looked at the little boy with a wavering expression.

"I can clean my ass by myself." Finally Naranja replied in a low voice, "but I can't wipe my ass by myself. Boo Boo said I can't clean it."

Boob?Is it dad?Mr. Bucciarati?Apaki thought that maybe it was because Nalanja's pronunciation was not standard when he was young.

"Then Naranja's butt was wiped by Dad? I need me to wipe Naranja's butt, right?"

The little boy pouted when he heard the words: "I'm still studying."

"Okay, Nalanja is studying." Apaji patted the boy's little head, "Then I'll go out first, and call me in after Nalanja finishes stinking, okay?"

"Yeah!" The little boy laughed, his big dark purple eyes forming two crescent moons, "That's great!"

Apache is in Naranga's room.The floor is covered with thick carpets. In fact, the entire sleeping area on the second floor is covered with thick carpets. It is soft and comfortable to step on and does not make any noise. It should be specially laid for children.The walls of the room were painted a light light yellow, with many cute cartoon patterns pasted on them.The ceiling is painted as the sky, and the overhead light is a small plane.In Naranga's room, there are many airplane toys scattered all over the place, and there are also some old-looking toys that Mista probably played with when he was a child.

"I'm fine!"

Apache heard the words and opened the door of the toilet. It would be against his will to say that it doesn't smell bad, but isn't this also a compulsory course for babysitters?

"I wiped it myself." Naranja sat on the toilet and looked up to Apache.

"Okay, let me check it." Apaki squatted down and let Naranja lie on his shoulders.

It's not that clean, but it's better than I thought.

Apache helped Naranja wipe it again with paper.

"You can use a few more sheets of paper next time." He helped Naranja put on his pants, and watched the little boy step on the stool and turn on the tap to wash his hands.

"I use too much paper." Naranja raised his head and said, "Boob also said that I used too little paper."

"Then how many pieces of paper did you use to wipe your ass?"

"One piece."

All right.Apache sighed in his heart, it is really conceivable what kind of terrible scene Mr. Bugarati faced before.

After cleaning up the house, Apache looked at the grandfather clock in the living room, and shouted to Naranja who was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons: "Nalanga, it's time for us to pick up my brother from school!"

"Wow! Mista, is that your father?" The little girl in the class ran over and stood beside Mista's desk and asked excitedly.

"What! You haven't seen my dad!" Mista looked up at the tall silver-haired man who was hugging his silly brother outside the window. Did he even buy Baxi chocolate for Naranja?

"What's the matter? I don't have two fathers, so does Kathy." Another boy also ran over, "Rooney has two mothers, why can't you have two fathers?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's not my father." Mista turned her head away from looking out the window.

"Wow! Mista, your father brought your younger brother to pick you up!" Someone said again, which is really troublesome.

"Who is that person?"

"It's the father of the Mista family!"

"Ah! Mista, your father is so handsome! I will never say that you only have one father."

"Okay, okay! Stop talking, that... that's not my father." Mista said in a softer voice, and the students around him were chatting non-stop around him.He secretly raised his eyes from the crowd and looked out of the window through the gap. Apaki was wiping the chocolate stuck to Naranja's mouth with a handkerchief.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.Mista thought.He never felt that his home was less than others, and Bugarati treated him and Naranga very well.As if to make up for the fact that he was the only adult in the family, Bugarati treated them exceptionally well.Although he sometimes complains that Bugarati is too busy with work, always late when picking him up, and will take care of himself, but to be honest, Mista also knows that Bugarati will All the spare time was given to him and Naranja, but...

Like other families, having two fathers is also very good.

-TBC-