【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

The park in the community is full of children's laughter and laughter.To be honest, it is such a big facility, but I don’t know why there is always a queue on the slide.Mista sat on the swing with his back to the group of noisy kids, shaking his feet slowly in a daze.

The empty swing next door suddenly sank, the boy turned his head to look, and met a pair of bright emerald eyes.

"Giorno!"

Mista was pleasantly surprised, he grinned away his gloom and smiled at the boy on the other side of the swing.

Giorno sat on the swing, and his two little feet flew off the ground.He took out two boxes of pudding from the plastic bag in his arms and handed them to the boy next door.Mista took the pudding and skillfully tore open the outer packaging, inserted the matching small plastic spoons into the pudding, and returned one of them to Giorno.

"Thank you." The blond boy thanked him, and the three curly hairs on his forehead shook along with the elastic chocolate pudding in the box.

"Where have you been?" Mista dug a delicious bite into his mouth, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Dio ran away from home and took me with him." Giorno replied calmly.

"That's it... I wanted to ask you, did your father scold you when the perfume you gave me was discovered that day?"

"Dior said I'm useless." Giorno turned his head and looked at Mista, the two little boys were sitting on the swing and eating pudding together, "He said that just a bottle of perfume can be found by the parents of the other party, and JOJO knows, I'm pretty useless and doing poor business."

"I'm sorry Giorno, I caused you to be scolded by your father." Mista was very sad, he is a loyal child, so it doesn't matter that he was beaten by Bugarati because of this incident, but it also hurt his good friend It is not good for a friend to be scolded by his father.

Giorno reached out and patted Mista's shoulder to comfort him, "It's okay Mista, you don't need to apologize, it's Dio who is wrong." The boy withdrew his hand and continued to eat pudding.

"Dior took me to Egypt."

"Egypt?" Mista tilted his head and asked, "Where is Egypt?"

"In..." Giorno stopped what he was doing, holding the pudding box in his small hand and looking into the distance, "In Africa."

"Wow!" Mista exclaimed, "Africa?! Isn't Africa so far away?"

"It's okay." Giorno raised his finger and pointed forward, "We will arrive after crossing the sea." But in fact, he pointed wrongly. Giorno pointed not to the sea but to a vast lake outside the community.

"I want to go to Egypt too." Mista nodded confusedly, "Is Egypt fun?"

"It's fun, I can take you to play when I grow up."

"You're so kind, Giorno!" Mista smiled, then lowered his head and ate the pudding in his hand sullenly.

The blond boy tilted his head and looked at him. The breeze blew over their heads, and the wind carried the fragrance of roses.

"Are you worried?" Giorno asked.

Mista turned his head to look at him, and the boy reached into his trousers pocket.Giorno noticed that the opponent's hand hesitated for a moment in his pocket, and then Mista handed over a black hair tie.

Giorno took the hair tie and said, "Do you know that I plan to grow long hair?"

"Oh?!" Mista was taken aback, "Are you going to grow long hair?"

Giorno turned his head to show Mista a small braid tied at the back of his head, because it was too short, it looked almost raised at a right angle.

"JOJO pierced it for me, and Dio said it looked like a pig's tail."

"I think it looks pretty." Mista replied seriously, "You should look pretty with long or short hair."

"So this is for me?" Giorno asked, playing with the hair tie in his hand.

"No, no." Mista quickly denied, but fell silent after the denial was over.After a long time, the boy spoke again: "I found this on the bedside table in my guest room."

Giorno had already guessed it, he found a long silver hair stuck to the black hairband when Mista was silently making psychological construction.

"This is from Apache, right?" the blond boy said bluntly.

Mista lowered her head, raised her feet and slowly swung on the swing.

"I guess... probably his. But... he said before that he had cleaned it in the guest room, and it may have fallen at that time."

"Although I haven't had long hair for a long time, I don't think anyone with long hair will untie their braids in the middle of cleaning." Giorno returned the hair tie to Mista, " Where's Bucciarati? Has your dad said anything lately?"

"What do you mean 'what'?" Mista asked, tilting her head.

"It's just..." Giorno raised his chin and looked at the sky for a while, thinking, "Does he know that Apache has cleaned the guest room?"

"Then he knows." Mista replied without hesitation.

Giorno turned his head to look into Mista's eyes when he heard the words, and the blond boy told his little friend very seriously that everything that happened pointed to a conclusion:

"Mista, you are going to have a stepfather."

"Apaki, will you be my stepfather?"

Apache shook his hand holding the pen, and the tip of the ballpoint pen directly scratched the page of the textbook, leaving a dark blue winding scar.

"Mista!" The silver-haired Alpha took off his glasses and sat upright at the desk and said sternly, "We should have already talked about this topic, this matter is not your business."

"But Giorno said that if you want to be my stepfather, we will be legal relatives. I will call you father." Mista also put down the pencil in his hand and straightened his waist to look back at Apa. base.

So Apache leaned forward with one hand on his hips and said, "First, I will not be your stepfather. Second, you don't have to and must not call me 'Dad'. Alright, keep doing your homework."

After Alpha finished speaking, he put on his glasses again, picked up a pen and lowered his head to start working. Mista couldn't help but feel a little disappointed seeing the man in front of him being so indifferent.The boy pouted and leaned back on the desk, but he couldn't help but speak again before writing a few words.

"Then Naranga called you 'Papa'?"

"No way." Alpha replied without raising his head.

"What about Bugarati shouting?"

Hearing the words, Apaki raised his head and looked at Mista with a strange expression, the corners of his mouth twitched, hesitant to speak.In the end, the man still spoke: "Mista, this generation is wrong."

Mista wanted to say something, but there were two knocks on the door, and Bugarati walked in.The two people in the room lowered their heads in a tacit understanding for a moment and hurriedly went about their own business without speaking.

"How are you learning?" Omega held the tray and handed the milk on it to Mista, and the black tea to Apache.

"Don't work too hard." He turned his head, looked back and forth at the two people who were writing hard on the desk, and said to Apache with a smile, "Both of you are."

Alpha, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked on the steaming brown liquid, and Bugarati hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it over to help the man subconsciously pat his back.

"Are you okay? Did you get burned?"

Apaki covered his mouth and coughed in a hurry, and raised his eyes to meet Bugarati's worried eyes.Where did he get choked, he was just guilty.

But why should he be guilty?

Apaki avoided Bucgarati's sight and gave Mista a sneaky look. The boy pouted and made a grimace, took a long gulp from his own milk cup and smashed it a few times.

"I'm fine, Mr. Bugarati." He stretched out his hands and rubbed his face indiscriminately as if he remembered something, and immediately bent down to pick up the backpack on the ground and took out a blueprint from it.

"By the way, take a look at this." Apaki couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He quickly changed the subject today, "I finished the first draft, how about this plan?"

"Oh? Is it a garden!" Bugarati was obviously very excited when he heard that, and Omega leaned on the back of Apache's chair with one hand and looked forward to approaching Alpha.

too close.

Apaki's eyes were fixed on the blueprint in front of him, but he could still see the naked neck of the man beside him, and the Adam's apple that rolled up and down as his master swallowed his saliva.There is also temperature, Mr. Bugarati's temperature enveloped his whole body.

But apparently the culprit didn't have this awareness. At this moment, he was pointing to the blueprint in Apache's hand with great interest: "Here."

Apaji looked at the man's pointing, but his eyes involuntarily fell on the other's circling fingers.Bugarati's fingers are very slender, but the joints are a bit thick, and there are several fine wounds on them, but it is hard to find if you don't pay attention.These hands are completely different from the Omega that Apache has dealt with. What has its owner experienced?What does it feel like to hold?

"Here, is there a slope here?" Bugarati turned around and asked with a smile, but found that Alpha's eyes were empty, and his eyes did not stay on the manuscript paper.

"Apaki?" He called the other party's name softly, with a touch of worry in his tone, "Are you okay?"

The latter came back to his senses and raised his head abruptly. His purple-gold eyes were wide open and his lips were slightly parted. He was speechless for a moment.

"Are you sick?" Bugarati's expression became serious, and he reached out to cover his forehead before Apache could react, "Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

"No, I'm fine."

Alpha stood up suddenly, he was too eager to escape the breath of Omega.He was still holding a corner of the blueprint in his hand, and the paper screamed like it was being torn apart in his hand.

However, Apache's abnormal situation obviously didn't allow Bugarati to understand the real troubles in the young Alpha's heart. On the contrary, Omega was even more sure that there must be something wrong with the other's body.

"Is it too tiring to go to school and take care of Naranja and Gedo?" Bugarati worried, "I asked you to go to the playground with me last time, really..."

"No, I did it voluntarily at the playground."

too close.

Apaki stepped back and interrupted Bucgarati's self-blame. Omega stood in front of Alpha and wanted to get closer. The satin pajamas draped well, making the man look softer and thinner than usual.

"Are you okay?" Sensing the repulsion from the young college student, Bugarati felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He withdrew the hand that wanted to touch Apache and held the skirt of his heart, "If you don't feel well, today Just go back early."

"……it is good."

Apaki grabbed the limp backpack on the ground, and tidied up his things on the table in a panic.He didn't dare to raise his head to look into Mr. Bugarati's eyes again, as if he could understand the unrealistic fantasy hidden deep in his heart just by looking at him again.

"Here," he hurriedly stuffed the blueprint into Bugarati's hand, "Look at it when you're free, call me if you have any questions... send me a message, contact me on WhatsApp."

Bugarati looked at the back of Apaki who was almost running away, turned his head and looked at the steaming black tea on the desk and sighed complicatedly.

"Bruno."

"Huh?" He rearranged his mind and raised his head to look at Mista.The boy frowned, his feet were wriggling uneasily under the desk, after a moment of silence, he finally asked seriously, "Will Apache be the stepfather of me and Nalanga?"

Bugarati blushed suddenly, his brain was almost unable to function normally, and the words in his heart immediately blurted out to Mista: "Did you say this to Apache just now?!"

The boy was obviously taken aback by Bugarati who suddenly became serious and raised his voice, and timidly replied in a low voice: "No... can't you ask?"

Looking at Mista who lowered his head and instinctively curled up on the chair in front of him, Bugarati realized his gaffe. He wanted to reach out to comfort Mista who was frightened by him, but he didn't know what to do for a while.The impact of this question was too strong, not to mention that the young Alpha, Apache, couldn't stand it, even Bugarati himself was in a panic.

But Bugarati didn't realize why he was so flustered at the moment.In fact, he only needs to explain the reasons for the problem to Mista, such as the social attributes between him and Apache, the age gap between him and Apache, and he and Apache have no love for each other, so It is impossible for them to be together.But he was the same as Apache, none of them chose to explain, but simply told Mista:

"This matter has nothing to do with you, and you can't ask me any more in the future!"

Bugarati went downstairs with the man's half-drunk teacup in one hand and the garden drawings in the other.

There was silence downstairs, and Alpha seemed to have already left.He went straight to the table and sat down alone, and Bugarati carefully and gently flattened the blueprint in his hand that was crumpled by Apache.There was a scent of flowers on the dining table, and he turned his head to look at the deep pink roses in full bloom in the center.This was brought by Apaki last week. He said that this rose is called "Bruno", which is a variety of the French Generosa series. The petals even change color with the intensity of the sun.Bugarati was very surprised. He didn't know flowers, but he just thought that such a rare variety should be very expensive.He asked Apache if he was spending his own money again, but Apache said it was okay, he wanted to plant this in the garden.Because this kind of flower is very beautiful, just like Mr.

This big boy is really taking care of the house with his heart, and he keeps every word he says in his heart.If I think about it carefully, there seems to be no boundary between them.Although Bugarati has always had a good temper with people, as did the other nannies before, but Apache... Apache is different, he is not like someone who walked into this family, but walked into this family people at heart.

Bugarati picked up the cup of ice-cold tea, leaving a lavender lip mark on the rim of the white porcelain cup. Omega stretched out his thumb and stroked it lightly.

The sun is shining and the sky is clear.Shikjaro came to the door of Bugarati's house, and it was Mista who opened the door for him.

"Hey!" The orange-haired young man grinned and greeted the little boy behind the door. He took Mista home several times for Apache, and now he and the boy barely reached the "friend" standard.

The boy didn't speak, and narrowed his big black eyes to stare at Alpha outside the door vigilantly.A strange male voice came from inside the house, asking Mista who was knocking on the door.

"I don't know!" Seeing the boy turning his head and shouting towards the room, Skearo said, "Here comes a big chicken leg!"

"Hey..." The orange-haired Alpha's mouth twitched, he bent down to line up with the boy behind the door, and said in a low voice, "You little brat, do you owe me a beating?"

"Why are you here?" The boy wrinkled his nose and looked impatient, "Teacher Tichano is not at my house."

Skearo reached out to pinch Mista's little nose, and Mista hurriedly closed the door, but the boy's strength was no match for a man's.Just as the two were stalemate at the door, Bugarati walked over from the house.

"Mista, what big drumstick?"

Omega frowned and came to the gate with a puzzled expression on his face, and turned around to see Shikjaro outside the gate.The orange-haired youth raised his head and saw that Bugarati immediately let go of the finger pinching the tip of Mista's nose, and Mista also quickly retracted his little feet that were stepping on Skearo's sneakers.

"Are you Mr. Bucciarati?" He returned to the original image of a polite and sunny boy, "We often hear Leo mention you, it's really better to see him than to hear about you, he treats you from the inside out. I have praised you hundreds of times, but I never told us that you look so good-looking."

Buccarati blushed when she heard this, and Mista couldn't help but secretly made a vomit face at Skelaro where the two adults couldn't see.

"Does he... often mention me?" Bugarati opened the door for Shikjaro, who finally walked into the room and replied with a smile: "Yes, basically all the friends around us know. Yi Russo also laughed at him for saying the name 'Mr. Bucciarati' out of his mouth more times than all his previous romantic partners combined, hahaha..."

"Ah, really." Omega's heart trembled a little when he heard it. He should be happy, but he wanted to escape like a tern migrating south in autumn.

"He's in the yard, go find him there. I'll make tea for you." Buccarati smiled politely at Skiaro, turned and went into the kitchen.

"Boss, here I come."

Apaki was standing on the porch at the back of the house looking at the blueprints. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Skiaro who came out of the back door of the kitchen, and immediately said with a gloomy expression: "Didn't I tell you to come from outside? Are you blind along the corridor?"

The silver-haired Alpha lowered his head and pointed at the orange-haired Alpha's feet and continued to taunt: "You haven't changed your shoes yet, you just finished the triathlon? You don't know who is mopping the floors here?"

"You are so annoying, Boss!" Shi Keyaluo rubbed hard on the white wooden outdoor floor under the porch a few times as if venting his anger, leaving two taupe mud marks, "If I hadn't been poor and crazy recently, who would give it to me?" Do you work?"

"Okay." Apache turned back calmly and continued to stare at the blueprint in his hand, "You don't have to pick Mista home from school in the future."

"Don't, don't, boss, I was wrong." Shi Keyaluo turned his offensive and leaned forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Apache, "I am making rapid progress now, and I believe that I will be able to get the phone number of Teacher Tichano soon. .”

Apache raised his eyebrows: "I thought you'd be here a long time ago."

"The timing is wrong," Skearo looked up and looked around the entire backyard. Except for an apple tree in the corner of the yard, there were only weeds that could not reach the calf. Number', this is the origin of the development of all stories, it needs to be well..."

"Shut up." Apaki ruthlessly interrupted Shikjaro's speech. He shook the blueprint in his hand and handed it to the man beside him, "Do business."

Skearo lowered his head to study the drawings for a while, then looked up to compare the appearance of the yard in reality, pointed his finger and asked, "Are you going to cut down that apple tree?"

"Yes."

"Why? I think the only apple tree in the whole yard is okay, and it's not easy to grow to this level. There should be one or two big ones in a backyard like this seventy to eighty square meters." Said Then he raised his finger and pointed to the drawing on the manuscript paper, "Are you going to extend this paragraph?"

"Yes." Apaki jumped off the platform, walked to a similar position in the grass, and made gestures twice. "It's almost here, and then I will build a glass shed on the top, and a wooden flower stand on this half."

"The height of the flower stand is the same as the height of the glass shed?" Shi Keyaluo frowned as he looked at the drawings, "Your hardscape project is not small, boss. How much is the budget?"

"The budget is 3000 Euros. Indeed, the amount of work on this side is relatively large. But I have seen that the outdoor part of the entire veranda is made of wood materials, and many things can be reused, and the price is relatively cheap."

"But what about the labor cost?" Skearo raised his head, squinting at Apache, which was so white that it was glistening in the sun, "You have to cut two-thirds of the labor cost for the flower trellis porch and the glass ceiling."

"It's one third." Apache replied calmly as he paced in the courtyard.

"What?" Skiaro jumped off the platform, and the muddy ground under the weeds in the yard was full of potholes. The orange-haired Alpha walked hard to keep up with Apache, "What is one third? ? You don't get paid?"

The silver-haired man turned his head to look into Shikjaro's eyes, stretched out his index finger to his lips and made a silence gesture.

"Awesome." Skearl gave a thumbs up, "Have you taken a fancy to your 'Mr. Bucciarati'?"

Apakit kicked Shikjaro's ass, because he was not familiar with the terrain, Shikyaro failed to escape today.

"Damn it, don't talk nonsense!"

"Then you still do free work for others?" The orange-haired Alpha stretched out his hand and rubbed his poor buttocks to protest, "You kicked me to death, where can you find such a cheap and efficient labor like me?"

"How is it? Would you like to have some tea first?"

Apaki just rolled his eyes, and Bugarati came out with a teapot and was standing under the veranda to greet the two young people.

"Mr. Bugarati!" Shi Keyaluo reacted faster than Apache, and the orange-haired youth ran and jumped to hide beside Bugarati to stay away from some violent elements.

Buccarati poured black tea for Shikjaro with a smile, then picked up an empty cup and signaled to Apache who was still standing in the courtyard: "Let's take a rest first."

He may never know how good he looks when he smiles.Apaki murmured in his heart, but he didn't answer, the young Alpha just walked back to the veranda with his head lowered in a muffled voice.

Apaki took the teacup, and Bugarati picked up the teapot and poured tea for him.From this angle, he could see the top of Omega's head, the braids that were always meticulously braided and the two small symmetrical hairpins.Just like Mr. himself, he is always meticulous, dignified and upright, but in some small places, he is unexpectedly childish and cute.

"Mr. Bugarati, what's your name?" Skearo chatted against the outer wall while drinking black tea.

"My name is Bruno." Bugarati replied with a smile and turned around.

"Then I'll call you Bruno from now on. I thought you were much older than us when I saw Apache talking about 'Mr. Bugarati' before, but when I saw you today, you didn't look a few years older than us. , Brother is about the same."

Bugarati laughed and said, "I'm much older than you, I'm more than ten years behind."

"But you look very young. I can't say 'Sir'."

"Skearo!" Apaki frowned uncomfortably and warned in a low voice.

"What are you doing? Bruno didn't say anything, you're going to hit me again?" Skearo calmly held his teacup, it seemed that he already knew who in this world could control the tall silver-haired man in front of him Alpha.

Bugarati smiled and turned his head to appease the nervous Apache: "It's okay, the name is just a title. If Apache wants to, he can also call me 'Bruno'."

He said with a smile, in the sun on the weekend afternoon, after the smoky steam, in Apache's confused, worried and troubled teenager's mind.

-TBC-