take you home in bulk

"Brother." Seeing that the person on the bed had woken up, Earls called softly, with a little anticipation, but more apprehension.

The person on the bed quietly scanned his face back and forth no less than five times, but no emotion could be seen.

"Brother." Earls called again cautiously, holding his breath nervously, as if his breath would blow "brother" away.

The boy on the bed was stunned for a while, then smiled gently, "I'm relieved to see that you're still fine."

Still that familiar smile, still that gentle tone.

"Brother." The voice was hoarse, and Earls rolled his dry throat.

He didn't know what else to say besides this word.

Say you are not good?

Said that he was finally sold to a perverted woman by those traffickers?

He couldn't speak.

Although he was no longer that little boy, his brother recognized him immediately.

This farewell was so sudden that Earls was at a loss.

I have grown into a young man, but my brother's face is still the same as the boy before.

Not as tall as him, nor as big as his palm.

I don't feel that I have grown up, but I have the illusion that my brother has become smaller.

It makes people want to take care of him even more.

or. . .on the contrary.

I want to take my brother home.

This was his first thought.

"Brother, we..." The voice stopped in mid-air.

"Why don't you say it?" Seeing the dazed look of the handsome young man, he smiled, still so gentle, "Now I don't know who is going to call whom brother."

"Brother, let's go out to bask in the sun." Looking at himself reflected in his brother's beautiful eyes, Earls also showed a childlike smile.

Like mine, it's all blue.

My brother's blue is a little lighter than his own, and it is his favorite color.

Can't take him back now.

Is that really brother?Or is it just "Master Anwei" who has the memory of his brother?

Earls calmed down.

Since it was difficult for him to make a perfect body, it happened that the young master's body matched his brother's head very well, so it was very feasible to use Anwei's body.

Originally, they planned to take him to the laboratory at home when the time was right, and put the collected viscera into Anwei's body to obtain a relatively complete "brother".

However, there are still memories left.

The previous plan was very risky. With so many organs replaced, the operation itself was very dangerous. In addition, the memories that had been preserved with great difficulty had to be taken into account. Even a teacher as good as Earls would be even more difficult.

If that's really my brother, then can I not use those internal organs?

How nice to put there.

Once we meet, we will never be able to separate from my brother again.

Maid Log (7)

Holy Virgin Mary, the young master is actually concerned about old John Turf's rheumatic legs today!

Recently, the young master has changed even more, he has changed completely.

He is still sick, as long as it is something he can do by himself, he will definitely not let us servants serve him.

Think about how he made things difficult for us before!Everyone would rather rush to clean all the toilets in the house than face this rampant little devil.

Everyone believed that the original little devil was shot to death at the birthday party.

That is to say, the locked up madam still thinks her precious son is alive.The master has not been back to the house for a long time because of this.

Maid Log (8)

A little stray cat broke into the garden today.

The young master has been allergic to cat fur since he was a child, and everyone has always been very careful, and stray cats must be driven away when they come.

When I frightened it with a tree branch, I saw that little milk cat screaming in fright, it was so pitiful.

For some reason, Dr. Vander happened to pass by the garden.

Tsk tsk, he is not only highly educated, but also never puts on airs, and greets us rough people so kindly, no wonder everyone in the house praises him.

Maid Log (9)

It is said that the young master has rashes all over his body, which is really scary.

Some people said that the young master saw that the kitten was pitiful, so he held it in his hands and fed it something to eat.

In the past, the young master would call someone to beat a cat whenever he saw it.

Alas, it's not a day or two since the young master's personality is different from before. The key point is that Dr. Vander was present at the time, so he didn't stop him.

It seems that smart people sometimes get confused. We told him that the young master is allergic to cats.

This time, it's probably going to be so itchy for a few days that I won't be able to sleep. Fortunately, the young master's temper has improved, and there is a doctor watching over him. The accidental allergies before made us tossed to death.

Maid Log (10)

Recently, the young servants are talking about it.

The young master's complexion is much better, and he can walk a few steps with a cane.It must be the credit of Dr. Vander, after all, he has been taking care of him every step of the way.

Strange to say.

In the past, when the young master was seriously ill, he said that he would never leave him. In fact, Dr. Vander only went to check on him a few times every once in a while. It can be seen that he was very dedicated.

Now the young master can be said to be recovering very well compared to before, logically he is not so nervous, why is it that the doctor really "sticks to each other"?

Watching over the young master every day, he seldom went back to his room even to sleep.

He even robbed us of our jobs, and he had to do all the things that doctors don't need to do, such as the cooking of meals.

Unlike us, he is an expert, maybe Dr. Vander thinks it is more dangerous now than before.

Maid Log (11)

That girl Emma has been a little out of order recently, she dared to sneak into the young master's room to take a peek in the middle of the night last night.

The hairy girl was caught by the doctor.

Fortunately, the doctor has a good temper and doesn't care about her

The author has something to say:

I've been so tired recently, with too many things to do, that I can only write when I'm squeezing the subway. . .

The number of people gradually increased, and I was very moved to see that some readers liked what I wrote, so I decided that I would write a chapter if I was exhausted today. . .

It's finally too late, good night, sweet dreams