Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

The declaration is not calm anymore, this person is only 17 years old!This is impossible!Manifesto clenched his small fists, his delicate brows furrowed, firmly expressing his disbelief. How could it be possible to be so tall at the age of 17, how could it be possible to grow so fierce, how could it be possible to have such hard muscles, how could it be possible...to support himself and him?

In an instant, Young Master Jiao grasped the crux of the problem, and immediately became nervous, staring at Xia Murong suspiciously, trying to see something from the other's expression.It's a pity that this person's expression is really calm, and there is no trace of inappropriate expression at all.Young Master Jiao pouted, and turned to look at the surrounding environment.

The bathroom is a little small, but it looks pretty good, at least from the point of view of the declaration, it is almost a miniature version of the bathroom in his previous home. From this, he judged that the house should be good, and speculated from this , Xia Murong should be quite rich?After simple analogy and speculation, Young Master Jiao was slightly relieved, at least he was not afraid of going hungry.

"Uh, is there anyone else here besides you?" Manifesto asked aloud.

"There's Uncle Xia, there's nothing else." Xia Murong washed the boy's back, which he couldn't reach by himself, and then threw the towel to the boy, "Wash by yourself."

Manifest took the towel and wiped it slowly on his body, thinking, if this is the case, then isn't this house privately owned by Xia Murong?To be able to own a house at such a young age...Three big characters instantly appeared in Master Jiao's mind: rich!

In this way, the declaration is basically relieved.That's right, if he wasn't a rich young master, how could he have agreed to take care of him so easily.

Although I still struggle with Xia Murong's age, I always feel that being "raised" by such a boy who is only three years older than me is extremely embarrassing, but if this person is a young master from a rich family, there seems to be no problem .In the past, there was a super rich guy in their class who raised an aristocratic dog and provided them with delicious food and drink every month. The monthly expenses were completely worth his monthly expenses.After Manifesto told his mother about this, she said that it was something a fool would do, and told him not to be like that fool when he has money.

Young Master Jiao carefully pursed his lips, er, probably Xia Murong is also a fool, so he must be careful not to miss the word, what if this person understands and is unwilling to keep him?Young Master Jiao was only thinking about his own little thoughts, and never thought that he shouldn't compare himself with a dog, even if it was a noble dog →_→

"What are you thinking about? Wash up quickly. It's time to eat, and I have to apply medicine for you." Xia Murong frowned. This child is very well-behaved, but he is too easy to get distracted.

"Eh? Oh oh!" Young Master Jiao shrank his shoulders slightly after regaining his senses. As expected, this man was still fierce, but he himself did something wrong.After introspection, Young Master Jiao sped up his movements, he actually had nothing to wash, Xia Murong has helped him wash almost.Finally, after wiping his little things, Young Master Jiao heaved a sigh of relief, and he's done.

After lowering his head and cleaning his little things, Young Master Jiao raised his eyes slightly, and saw Xia Murong's dormant thing lying quietly in the water, curled up his lips, it was so big!How could it be so big!Unscientific!Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand to grab Xia Murong's things and weighed them in the palm of his hand. His fingertips touched the other's thick nipples, and Young Master Jiao's eyes became even redder.On the other hand, he was embarrassed to hold and weigh his own thin and soft ball, not only the weight, but even the color is so different, how can the difference of three years be so big.With just such a comparison, in an instant, Young Master Jiao was extremely depressed. This gap cannot be brought back.

Xia Murong didn't want to laugh, in fact he didn't like to laugh very much, but the boy's depressed look was really cute.He pursed his lips and drooped his head, and sighed bitterly like a young adult, as if he was lamenting how miserable life is, but in fact it was just the frustration of the little man's instinctive competitiveness.

"Eat more, exercise more, you'll grow up." Xia Murong casually said, flicked the boy's delicate pink thing, and pulled back his own.

"Oh, really." Young Master Jiao's mood improved a little bit, and after pulling himself together, he snatched back the thing he was holding in his hand just now, and said with a smile, "Let me wipe it for you." Thinking about it, if he grows naturally, he can roughly infer from the height of his parents that he will not be able to grow up to Xia Murong if he is exhausted.But I heard that this thing will get smaller and smaller with rubbing, so my mother never wipes him when bathing him, saying that as long as he soaks in the water every day, he can keep it clean.

With such "evil" thoughts in mind, Young Master Jiao carefully scrubbed the large lump in his hands, thinking in his heart: smaller, smaller, it can definitely be smaller.

Xia Murong's face froze, and he became ill, but the child's expression was too serious, so serious that he seemed unable to be too harsh on him.What's more, his life is still in the hands of the child, if he scares the child and hurts himself, it will be too much loss.In this way, Xia Murong sighed helplessly, why did such a hairy child stand on the table.

Xia Murong tried his best not to pay attention to the boy's movements, even though it was a bit difficult for a boy like him who was in an extremely restless situation, he tried his best to speak calmly, "Declaration, that's enough, stop it, let go. "

"Huh? I just washed it." Manifesto looked up, wanting to be disobedient, but when he saw Xia Murong's serious and fierce face, he immediately didn't dare to disobey it, and he was even more sure of the fact in his heart, this person must know about it It will get smaller and smaller, "Oh, I see, Uncle Wood."

Xia Murong: "...Call me brother."

Declaration: "Oh." Then he got up and picked up a dry towel to dry his body slowly.

Xia Murong: "..." Is this kid angry with him?

Facts have proved that the manifesto just hasn't recovered from the depression. After learning that Xia Murong is only 17 years old, Master Jiao's mood has changed a little bit.If before that he regarded Xia Murong as an awe-inspiring elder, now he is a peer who can be treated equally, and the "halo" of the "gold master" status is much weaker.

Xia Murong's clothes are naturally much bigger when worn on Manifesto, Young Master Jiao rolled up his cuffs and tugged at his hem, it's okay to make do with it.Uncle Xia saw the two came out, and brought out the last dish, "It's finished, you're hungry, eat quickly."

"Uncle Xia, sit down too, don't be too busy, let's clean up together after eating." Xia Murong called Uncle Xia to sit down, without any intention of using chopsticks first.

While the two were talking, Manifest looked around and opened his mouth slightly. This house is really big, and it looks very valuable. It has several floors. When you exit the door, turn left, and there is a wooden staircase in front of you.The kitchen area is not small, and there are two large refrigerators placed symmetrically on the left and right. This is definitely a high-end product, and it is very convenient to use.The glass closet above the wall is filled with all kinds of delicate dishes and wine glasses, much more than his home.

The dining table is a square marble table, a complete standard cuboid, and there is no place to stretch your feet when sitting on the chair. The declaration stated that this design is not scientific.Around the edge of the table, there are small drawers one by one, where all kinds of tableware such as spoons, chopsticks, knives and forks are placed in different categories.

After Manifest checked the last drawer, he expressed his satisfaction, it was all he knew how to use, so there was no need to be ashamed.Xia Murong saw that the child was moving around a little more lively, but he didn't stop him, but asked when the child was relieved, "What are you looking for?"

"Eh? Didn't find anything." Xuan Xuan returned to his seat and sat down, leaning his legs on the stone table.

After the three of them finished their meal, Uncle Xia and Xia Murong were busy cleaning up the kitchen, while the unattended Young Master Jiao began to visit the house by himself, and then became more and more surprised.The only thing he felt about this house was that it was very big and luxurious.All the decorations in the bedrooms above the second floor, including the lamps, were covered with lampshades, and the bed was also covered with a thick quilt. It was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long time.

If it was said that Xia Murong was the owner of the house in the previous declaration, it is impossible to believe it now.The entire second floor has just one ridiculously large bedroom suite, apparently the master bedroom, and apparently it hasn't been lived in for a long time.In other words, the owner of this house is not at home all year round.So, could it be that Xia Murong and Uncle Xia are the legendary break-ins?

Young Master Jiao frowned in distress, frightened by the news he had seen, although he felt that Xia Murong didn't look like a bad person.Well, on the contrary, he is more willing to believe that Xia Murong is a good person.Young Master Jiao sighed, thinking that it's not good to be too smart, what should I do now?Is he pretending not to know?Or is it better to ask directly?

"Declaration, are you upstairs?"

The sudden voice startled Young Master Jiao, and he immediately felt guilty. No matter what he said, he was also a foreigner, so it would be impolite to just wander around in this room, "Well, yes, Come down now."

After the sound of "da da da" footsteps, Young Master Jiao smiled shyly, "Uh, I was bored, so I ran upstairs."

"Well, remember to change your shoes next time you go up, the upstairs has to be cleaned every two days, so don't get dirty." Xia Murong casually reminded, and then said, "Just watch TV for a while when I'm busy. Go to bed when you're done."

"Oh, what else is there to be busy with?" Young Master Jiao obediently followed the benefactor's side.

"The two sets of clothes Uncle Xia gave you haven't been washed yet, what are you going to wear tomorrow?"

"Oh, I, I'll wash it myself."

"it is good."

"...but I won't."

Xia Murong: "..." So the child was speaking politely.

Manifesto: "..." How can such words be taken seriously? Naturally, the benefactor wants to wash clothes for the dependents, and he, the benefactor, doesn't seem to be very conscious of it.