【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

"Huh? Are you going to take them out for the weekend?"

At dinnertime, a light walnut table is served with piping hot mixed vegetable risotto and sliced ​​chicken breasts pan-fried in honey butter.Bugarati scooped up a spoonful of sticky and thick risotto and stopped in the air. He turned his head and asked Apache who was sitting next to him in surprise.

"Well, I promised Naranja, and Mista said that you haven't taken them out for a long time." Apache quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his head to answer, "They want to go with you."

Bugarati put down the spoon in his hand, and put his left elbow on the table to prop up his chin. From Apache's point of view, this action made his thin cheeks plump.

"But I have to work overtime this weekend." Bugarati said after a moment of silence. He picked up his mobile phone and checked the calendar. Apache noticed that the man frowned slightly, but it was fleeting.

"... Maybe next week, next week?" He raised his head and asked the two boys opposite, his blue eyes filled with guilt and apology.

Mista curled his lips, and randomly stirred the risotto on the plate with the spoon in his hand: "Are you sure you will be able to accompany us next week?" The boy looked unhappy, and Apache looked at the two children opposite, The light of initial expectation had completely disappeared from the child's eyes, and Naranja looked like he was about to cry immediately.

"Cough...Of course! Next week...it should be possible." Bugarati replied, but he began to lose confidence while talking.Apaki found that Omega secretly checked the phone calendar under the table again.

"I promise you will go to play together next week, okay?"

"Really?" Naranja looked at Bugarati and said, with green vegetable juice still on his mouth.Apache picked up the handkerchief and leaned across the table to wipe him clean.

Mista turned his head and stared into Bugarati's eyes, and the little boy asked very seriously, "You won't lie to us, will you?"

"Of course it's true." Bugarati also straightened his back, lowered his head and lowered his jaw, looked back at Mista's big black eyes and replied: "Adults should set an example for children."

Mista raised his chin and looked at him without speaking, but the dubious look in his son's eyes made Bugarati a little guilty.

"Great! Dad promised us!" Apache looked at the father and son staring at each other at the table and quickly broke the deadlock, "Have you two discussed it? Where have you decided to go?"

"Playground!"

The two boys cheered loudly in unison, and Mista turned around and gave Naranca, who was curled up in the baby chair, a high-five.

"I want to take a small plane!" Naranja sat in the chair with open arms and danced back and forth.

"Okay, let's take the small plane!" Bugarati watched with a smile as Naranja finally took the first bite of the risotto on the plate.

"I want to ride a roller coaster!" Mista announced loudly, holding his small spoon high and grinning. He was changing his teeth recently, but the previous deciduous tooth always had a layer of skin attached to it. A few nights ago When Bugarati coaxed him to open his mouth, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed him, so now Mista left a black hole in his mouth when he laughed.

"No, Gedo, you're not tall enough, they won't let you go up." Bugarati shook his head and poured a basin of cold water on the elder son's head.

Looking at the little boy's pursed mouth, Apache smiled and comforted him: "We can play other games, such as rafting and pirate ship."

"Hmm... the pirate ship... barely." Mista tilted his head and thought for a while and replied.

Nalanja shook the clean bowl in front of Apache: "Leo! I still want to eat."

Apache was about to get up to feed the boy, but was held down by Bugarati beside him.

"Naranja," Bugarati pointed to the plate of chicken breasts left in front of Nalanja, "first eat what's in your own bowl before adding more."

The little boy looked at Bugarati pitifully with slumped shoulders and said, "I can't eat anymore, Boo Boo."

"Then why are you asking Apache to help you with your meal?"

Nalanja patted his stomach: "There's no more meat, and the rice is okay."

"You're making unreasonable words." Bugarati's tone became serious, "If you don't finish eating the meat, you can't eat anymore."

Naranja looked at the black-haired Omega aggrievedly while holding his own small spoon.

"You can't cry! Bubu won't sympathize with picky eaters." Bugarati shook his head.

Apache looked helplessly at the family at the dining table, with a wry smile on his lips.Such a noisy dining atmosphere made him a little uncomfortable, but it also made him gradually addicted to it.He recalled his childhood, he was often the only one on the round table symbolizing reunion in his restaurant, and even he himself was not used to the process of eating with other people after a long time.When he was just in college, Shikiyaro always liked to chat with him during the meal time, but Apache seldom answered, he just felt that the orange-haired man in front of him was a bit noisy. "Beautiful big sister Omega won't like a man who talks too much when eating," so he sealed Skearo's mouth with these words.

But now, the dining table in Bugarati's house is always busy every night.Mista wished to tell them all the stories that happened in school all day. Naranja was at the age of curiosity to understand the world, and there were always endless questions to ask.The two children always have "accidents frequently" when eating. He and Mr. Bugarati often start to get up to clean up the mess for them in the middle of their meal.

But Apache, who used to be bothered by even a few words from Skearl, is now used to this obviously noisier dinner time, and the habit is really terrible.

Naranja finally finished his share of fried chicken breast with honey and butter under the supervision of Bugarati, and hurriedly escaped from the table and went to the living room to play with Mista.

Apaki packed up the tableware, while Bugarati was still sitting on his seat, slowly eating the risotto on his plate.

"Isn't it to your liking?" Alpha saw that there were a lot of green peas mixed with soaked rice grains left in the Omega bowl, and he quietly bent down and approached Bucciarati and asked.

"Ah?! No." The black-haired Omega seemed to be frightened suddenly, his eyelashes fluttered, and his gaze wandered away.

"It's delicious, but I'm a little..."

"Are you full?" Seeing that the other party hesitated to speak, Apache took the initiative to make a relief.

Buccarati was silent for a while, then turned his head and blinked at Apache and said "hmm" softly. Omega leaned close to Alpha's ear and whispered, "Shh, don't let them see."

Bugarati carefully looked at the living room while picking up his unfinished dinner and sneaked into the kitchen. Apache stood up straight and watched his employer secretly pour the leftovers of food into the sewer through the bar.

He couldn't help being amused by the scene in front of him from the bottom of his heart. Alpha picked up the packed tableware and came to the kitchen. He leaned behind Omega and said softly at a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Mr. Bucciarati, a good boy can't picky eater."

"Okay, class C in the second year...Mista, short black hair, black eyes, 126cm tall... How tall is 126cm?"

Skearo was standing at the gate of the primary school, a few minutes before school was over, and at the moment he was gesturing on his waist and hips with his hands.

"To me? No, to here?" The orange-haired Alpha felt more and more confused as he gestured, "Wait, how long are my legs?"

The school bell finally rang, and with the opening of the school's big iron gate, the parents who were on standby outside the school gate filed into the campus in a single file. Skearl looked around and hurriedly followed behind one of the gentlemen, but when A shrill siren sounded as he walked through the gate.

"Swipe the card, swipe the card!" The uncle doorman strolled from the side with his hands behind his back, directing the orange-haired young man who was stopped outside the door with a confused expression on his face.

"Swipe card? What kind of card?" asked Skearl.

Hearing the words, the uncle doorman immediately became vigilant. He frowned and raised his big beer belly to stand in front of Shikjaro and guard the school gate.

"Of course it's the parent's campus card, young man." The uncle said, looking up and down at the too young parent in front of him, "Who are you coming to pick up?"

"Uh...Second-year class C Banguido Mista." While answering the guard's question, Skearo quickly sent a message to Apache on WhatsApp.

"Then who are you? Uncle or brother?"

"I'm his nanny's classmate." Shi Keyaluo replied without raising his head. He held the small screen in his hand tightly and spurned Apache in his heart. The bastard actually replied to himself, "Forgot to give you up"? !

"The nanny's classmate?" The doorman was obviously not satisfied with the answer, "You are close enough."

"Is it okay if I enroll in the school?" Skearo raised his head and asked after reading Apache's reply.

"Alright, you come with me." The uncle led the orange-haired youth to the security booth at the side, and handed over a notebook, "Sign here, and then put your ID card against me."

After signing his name, Skellow stood up and fumbled all over his pockets.

"It's over, I didn't bring my ID card."

Seeing the increasingly suspicious eyes of the guard uncle in front of him and his posture of driving him out of the school gate, Skiaro hastily emptied his schoolbag, and finally took out something that was acceptable.

"Is the student ID okay?"

The uncle took Shikjaro's student ID card and squinted his eyes for a while to compare the photo on it with the person in front of him, and finally nodded his head to let him go.

"Go, come back to me to get the certificate after picking up the child."

"First floor, first floor...first floor of building A...which one is building A?"

Shi Keyaluo stood in the middle of the corridor of the teaching building, surrounded by parents who came to pick up their children and children cheering after school. Classical arches are sprinkled on the marble walls.The landscape layout of this school is unexpectedly good. If it wasn't for the "important task" of Skearo at this moment, he might stop to appreciate it and take a few photos with his mobile phone.

Screams, laughter, noise everywhere.The orange-haired Alpha stood at the entrance of the hall, touched his chin, and began to study the school floor plan. He had already entered the school. He didn't want to ask Apache again. If he knew that he couldn't find Mista's classroom, he would definitely be accused Laugh at sense of direction idiots.

"gentlemen."

Standing in the noisy corridor, there was a voice that pierced through the sea of ​​people and hit Skearo's eardrum directly. It was thick and deep, but gentle as soft as mozzarella cheese.He turned his head and saw the person standing beside him, with dark brown skin shimmering in the sun, long pale golden hair hanging softly on his shoulders, and his slightly parted lips were pink and tender as if kissed in spring peach blossom.

"Hello..." The orange-haired Alpha looked at the golden eyes of the person in front of him. He should have grinned kindly, showing a confident smile that he was proud of, and then stretched out his hand generously. The other party said hello, but it turned out that his brain was in the process of restarting, and he couldn't control his language system that was out of control.

"...Hello...you are beautiful, beautiful sister."

"Guido, is he really here to pick up your parents?"

The little black-haired boy in the office was carrying his big schoolbag and raised his head with half-closed eyes to look at the orange-haired man in front of him. Beside him, sitting on a chair with a vigilant expression on his face, was his homeroom teacher, Tichano, who was asking questions. teacher.

At this moment, there were only the three of them left in the room, and the ticking of the clock on the wall could be heard quietly.Standing in the teacher's office, Shikyaro felt as if he had returned to that unbearable childhood. He didn't lie to Apache at all. He really had a shadow on the elementary school teacher, and the beautiful sister in front of him... No, The pretty brother turned out to be Mista's elementary school teacher.

"...Apaki said that today there will be a guy with orange hair who looks like a fried chicken to pick me up for him, but..." the little boy said, his expressionless face followed the turning point of the words There was an obvious layer of disgust, "I don't admit that Apache's friends are such hooligans."

"This is not a hooligan! This is frivolous at best!" Hearing this, Shi Keyaluo immediately lowered his head and started a debate with the boy, "When the hooligans were talking, they had already fought together! I just praised your teacher!"

"Wow! Teacher!" Mista turned his head to look at Tichano in an instant, raised his small hand and pointed at Alpha in front of him, "He said he still wants to touch you!"

"Teacher, I didn't say that I want to touch you!" Shi Keyaluo quickly denied and turned his head, staring at the blond-haired black-skinned beauty on the chair with both eyes.

Ticano sighed with one hand on his cheek, looked down at Mista, then turned his eyes up to Skearo, and said, "Don't worry, I believe you didn't want to touch me, or you wouldn't touch me now." Not here, but in the police station."

"Thank you! I knew that a beautiful person like you must be magnanimous and sensible, and your beautiful head is full of wisdom!" Skellow said.

"That's enough, although Italian men always come with their mouths open, but your love talk is really bad." Ticano raised his head and looked at Skelaro and asked, "Do you have an ID card? Here I'll see if it matches what Mista said."

"I didn't bring it with me," Skearo said, "but I have a student ID card, which is left at the security guard at the gate."

"Yo! Teacher Tichano."

The uncle doorman was strolling by the school gate, when he saw the three coming from afar, he immediately greeted Ticano with a smile on his face.The latter nodded with a smile, and without further ado, he directly asked Sikyaro if he had put his student ID card here.

"Here it is." The doorman handed over Shikjaro's student ID. He glanced at Tichano, then at Shikyaro who was standing next to him, and suddenly approached the blond beauty with a low voice and eyes. become sharper.

"Teacher Ticano, is this Alpha pretending to be a parent of a student trying to plot against you..."

"Mr. Karnier," Tichano closed Skearo's student ID and raised his head, calmly replied to the uncle security guard beside him, "Your imagination is too rich, even if I am an Omega, I can't Every Alpha wants to have sex with me."

The guard uncle wanted to say something, but Apache appeared at the school gate in time on his modified mountain bike.

"Skearl!"

The silver-haired man gave an angry roar that even the little goldfish in the school fountain trembled.

"What! I didn't do anything!" Skearo raised his head and replied, the silver-haired Alpha had already carried his schoolbag and picked up Naranja who was sitting on the back seat, and walked into the school angrily.

"Sorry, teacher."

Apart from anything else, Apache first bowed to Tichano.

"What are you doing! What do you mean! You're acting like I'm your third son!" Skearo protested loudly while looking at Apache, who was apologizing to Tichano with a serious face in front of him. If you don’t believe me, why ask me to pick up Mista for you!”

"I was negligent." Apaki looked at Ticano with a sincere attitude, "I should consider the candidate more carefully." Said the silver-haired Alpha and turned his head to look at the orange-haired Alpha in front of him.

"Skearo, I'm sorry. Since you don't want to do this, I won't ask you to pick up Mista from school next time."

"Oh, that's unnecessary." The orange-haired youth said, and all the people present stared at him in unison.Skearo clenched the schoolbag strap on his shoulders, scanned the crowd and said slowly, "Uh... After all, I'm familiar with the way, right? Teacher Tichano."

The air was suddenly silent, sticky like liquid glue sticking to the nasal cavity of the young Alpha, and Shikiaro was so nervous that he was about to suffocate.

"...I don't care." The blond beauty finally spoke up, and Omega raised his head and glanced at the orange-haired college student standing beside him, "Anyway, he's here to pick up Gedo, not me."

Apaki pushed the shopping cart and walked in the dry goods section of the supermarket. Tomorrow is Mr. Bugarati's birthday.He thought about whether he should give Mr. a gift now that he knew it?But considering that they haven't known each other for a long time, giving gifts may seem abrupt, and I don't know what Mr. Bucciarati likes or needs.In this case, it is better to give him a special dinner, anyway, he cooks the dinner every day, so that the other party will not feel burdened when the intention is reached.

Naranja followed him and looked left and right. The boy was scurrying around, and as soon as he ran to the other side of the shelf, he came back with a box of biscuits and threw it into the shopping cart.Apaki bent down and took out the biscuits, shook his head and said, "Nalanga, Bubu said I can't buy you snacks."

"Well...I'd like to finish eating before Boo Boo comes home," said the little boy.

Apache was a little surprised to hear Naranja say such words, but after thinking about it, it was probably Mista's teaching.

"Does my brother often do this?"

The little boy nodded.

All right.Apache raised his eyebrows, thinking that he had to find time to talk to Mista. Alpha squatted down, looked at the boy in front of him and said, "But Naranja can't eat after eating the biscuits. When Bubu sees that Naranja can't eat, he will worry that Naranja is sick."

The little boy lowered his head and pulled the hem of his clothes with his fingers and answered softly, "But I still want to eat biscuits."

"But if Bubu thinks that Naranja is sick, he will take Naranja to the hospital." Apaji said, "Does Naranja want to go to the hospital?"

"Nalanga often goes to the hospital." The little boy raised his head and looked at Apache with wide eyes, "The hospital is huge, with many layers, and the doctor will draw my blood, and I have to tie my hands with rubber bands like this .”

The boy gestured while talking, and Apache watched the little boy in front of him describe the scene in the hospital vividly, and he didn't even know many places.He was a little shocked. It sounded like Naranga really was going to the hospital a lot.But Naranja doesn't seem to be in any bad health, and if Naranja's physique is really poor, Mr. Bugarati should have told himself what to pay attention to.

"Does Naranja go to the hospital often?" Apache asked with a frown.

The boy nodded, but then shook his head again: "Naranga doesn't like going to the hospital."

"Then why did Naranja go to the hospital?"

"Because Boo Boo said he needs regular check-ups so he can stay in good health." The boy said, "But the injections are so painful."

"Will Naranja cry during the injection?"

The boy shook his head: "You can't cry, Bobu will be sad if you cry."

Mr. Bugarati came back a little late tonight, and when the other party opened the door, Apache was surprised to find that he had also gone to the supermarket.

"Boob!" The two boys were watching cartoons in the living room, and they were excitedly jumping up and down on the sofa to learn how heroes fight monsters.When I saw Bugarati came back, I greeted them loudly with one voice.

"The child is hungry, so let's have dinner first, but I left the meal for you in the kitchen, wait for me to heat it up." Apaki stepped forward and took Buccarati's shopping bag, which contained two cuttlefish and Some shellfish, he frowned subconsciously, "You can let me buy it."

"It's okay." Bugarati smiled and took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the gate. "This is a regular program at our house. I'll make dinner tomorrow."

"What?" Apaki froze for a while holding the shopping bag in his hand.

Buccarati smiled with brows and eyes crooked, stood on tiptoe and whispered in the man's ear, "I'll tell you a secret, tomorrow is my birthday."

-TBC-