After dressing as the partner of a disabled boss

Qing Jia is 16 years old.

Ruixue went to the sun.

In the ruined temple in Lingshan Street, Antu Township in the southwest, beggars tried to block the broken windows with discarded bamboo mats. After a struggle, the cold wind finally let out of the temple.

They gathered in the center, only the children in the corner curled up around themselves, trembling.

"Boss, that child seems to have caught a cold."

The vicious-looking beggar squinted at the child and frowned: "If it's a cold, then we will all be infected by it. If there is no money for treatment, we can only wait for death."

Hearing this, the beggars around him exclaimed, "How good is this?"

"He is also to blame for being abandoned by his parents at such a young age."

"We are beggars. We just want to live a good life. We pity him and leave him here. He will be infected by then. Who will pity us?" said the beggar boss.

"Ah.. also."

"Or..we let him.."

Everyone hesitated and waited for their boss to make the final decision.

Although the warm pillow huddled in the corner was burnt out, it did not sleep.

The voices of the beggars were not low, and they were heard in his ears word for word.

He exhaled hot breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and prepared to leave the ruined temple.

Life and death are fate, not to mention that he is an abandoned person.

The beggar boss couldn't bear it.

After all, the person in front of him is just a child not reaching his waist.

He gave Wen Zhen the steamed buns he had begged for today: "Take it."

He didn't want a warm pillow, and after thanking them, he coughed and left the ruined temple.

Today is the previous day, and every household has hung festive red lanterns, and there are firecrackers in the distance.

There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and Wen Zhen, who was dressed in ragged clothes, walked a few steps, and then let out a violent coughing sound.

The cold wind was biting, his eyelids became heavier and his limbs became weaker and weaker.

Finally, he collapsed in an alley.

There are occasional footsteps in the alley.

But no one noticed him.

After a while, two people walked into the alley slowly in the wind and snow.

"Master." The round-looking book boy said, "Madam will be angry if she finds out that you go there to play."

"So what?" the handsome young man in mink fur and gold-rimmed leather boots replied in a low voice.

The Sheng family is rich.

The Sheng couple, who have no doubts about their love and affection, have only had one legitimate son for so many years.What's more, Mrs. Sheng is a well-known darling.

"Madam will be angry..." The book boy hesitated and couldn't speak, until he saw the warm pillow lying in the snow in front of him, and said in surprise, "My lord, someone in front has fainted."

Sheng Zhen said casually, "Go and have a look."

When the book boy Sheng Li looked at Qing Wenzhen's clothes, he hesitated: "Master, he seems to be a..."

Sheng Zhen ran out of patience and squatted down to help the person who fell in the snow.

This person looks very good, since he was a child, he has never seen such a good-looking boy.

The warm pillow was in a daze, feeling something warm was sticking to him.

He was afraid of the cold, so he moved closer to that thing again.

Sheng Zhen was pleased by his action.

He took off the sable fur and put it on for the boy who was obviously suffering from the cold.

Sheng Li on the side looked so close that his eyes almost popped out.

He couldn't be more clear about his young master's temperament.He hates being dirty, and even more so, hastily contacting people.

But the little beggar in his arms violated all these two points.

"Master." Sheng Li nana said, "Are you going to bring him back to the house?"

Sheng Zhen glanced at him and asked, "What else? Are you going to watch him freeze to death? You followed me to read so many books, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, don't you understand such a simple truth? "

His young master was eloquent, of course Sheng Li couldn't match him.

He immediately stepped forward and said, "Then let me carry him back home."

Sheng Zhen stared at the blushing little face in his arms, and remained silent.

"Master, hurry up." Sheng Li bowed and urged.

A snowflake fell on Wen Zhen's eyelashes, he shook, and subconsciously grabbed Sheng Zhen's hand.

"I come."

"How can this work..." After Sheng Zhen gave him a meaningful look, Sheng Li stopped talking, "Then you come."

It was snowing heavily.

The deep and shallow footprints left by the two were quickly covered by the numerous snowflakes. The young master of the Sheng family who had acted recklessly in the past walked all the way with the little beggar who was caught in the wind and cold on his back.

Warm pillow wakes up with a cough.

He was pulling his throat and coughing hard, which immediately attracted the attention of others.

Seeing the person on the bed open his eyes, Sheng Zhen immediately poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

Wen Zhen was a little stunned when he took it, but he drank it all in one gulp.

The throat eased a little, and the coughing gradually subsided.

He looked at the strange boy beside the bed, and asked hoarsely, "Where is this?"

"Sheng Mansion." The eye sockets and face of the person on the bed were red, Sheng Zhen immediately thought of teasing, "I brought you back, and from today on, you will follow me."

The dress of the person in front of him is either rich or expensive.

Although Wen Zhen is still young, she also knows that the folks are masculine, and she has a penchant for molestation/pedophilia towards high officials and dignitaries, and she has heard beggars talk about it in the ruined temple.

He shook his body and was about to turn over and get out of bed and kneel down to beg for mercy.

But Sheng Zhen quickly stopped his movements.

"You haven't recovered from typhoid fever, so you can't get out of bed." After speaking, he put the warm pillow back on the bed and covered it with a quilt.

Wen Zhen's eyelashes were thick and curled up, fluttering like a small fan because of fear.

He squeezed his fingertips tightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm just a beggar, and I also contracted typhoid fever. I won't live long."

"The doctor has seen it. As long as you take the medicine on time and rest in peace, you will be cured within half a month." Sheng Zhen supported his head with one hand and looked at him with interest.

To be a child prostitute after recovering from illness would be worse than dying of illness.

He must have been a heinous sinner in his previous life, otherwise, how could he have been abandoned, caught cold, and turned into a child prostitute?

After thinking about it, Wen Zhen shed two tears.

He bit his lower lip tightly, refusing to make a choking sound.

After the person on the bed was cleaned, he looked even better, like a delicate glazed doll.

But this time, Liuli Doll suddenly cried.

Sheng Zhen was puzzled and asked, "Why are you crying? I didn't hit you."

Beating is better than molesting/child molesting.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhen's tears fell even more fiercely.

But he still bit his lower lip tightly and refused to cry.Tears wet his eyelashes, dyeing the ends of his eyes red, looking extremely pitiful.

Sheng Zhen got up, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you cry when you woke up?"

"I don't want to be .. prostitution/children." Wen Zhen choked up, "You saved me, I can repay you by being a cow or a horse, but I can't do it..."

Of course Sheng Zhen knew what molestation/child molestation meant.

He was surprised and asked: "Who asked you to be a molester?"

The pillow is blurred with tears.

Stretch out your finger and point to Sheng Zhen.

Sheng Zhen laughed angrily when he realized who the poor little girl on the bed thought he was.

But the poor girl kept crying, he had no choice but to comfort him first.

"I won't let you do it." He took out a handkerchief to wipe Wen Zhen's tears, but as a noble young master, he had never done such a thing, so his movements were very clumsy.

Wen Zhen hiccupped and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

"really."

The son of a wealthy family is hard to follow if he says a word, and the person who saved him probably wouldn't lie to him.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhen showed a faint smile, and he said softly, "My name is Wen Zhen, what about you?"

Sheng Zhen wanted to speak.

But the bottom of my heart was like a rabbit, beating non-stop like a drum.

He coughed dryly, got up and walked to the door, and said: "Sheng Zhen, you have a good rest, I will come to see you at night."

Wen Zhen didn't see Sheng Zhen's reddish ears, he nodded ignorantly, and fell asleep after a while.

After Sheng Zhen went out, she went to Sheng's mother's courtyard.

Sheng's mother knew that her child had brought back a child who had contracted a cold.

But at the age of yesterday, the banquet was full of people, she didn't ask.

Unexpectedly, today Sheng Zhen took the initiative to deliver it to her door.

"Mother, my son has something to ask you." Sheng Zhen sat beside Sheng's mother and said seriously.

Sheng's mother smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

"How did you feel when you saw your father?"

A blush appeared on Sheng's mother's soft and beautiful face.

Instead of answering, she asked, "Why do you ask this?"

"The child wants to know."

"Have you met a little girl you like?"

Sheng Zhen choked, and immediately shook his head: "No."

"Dishonest." Mother Sheng looked at him teasingly.

Sheng Zhen was stubborn and refused to say more. He saluted Sheng's mother and left the pavilion.

He stood by the pool, looked at the pairs of koi in the pool, and clicked his tongue.

He thought, although little pitiful said that he would not be a concubine, he did not say that he would not be a child bride. He is really stupid.

Qing Jia is 18 years old.

Everyone in Antu Town knows that the noble young master of the Sheng family has a little tail.Seeing that Sheng Zhen was taking good care of her, everyone ridiculed the young master for raising a child bride.

Faced with these rumors, Sheng Zhen smiled without saying a word.

Qing Jia is 20 years old.

The young master of the Sheng family was furious at Guan, and kicked the dude who took advantage of him to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and flirted with him.

Wen Zhen was terrified.

But Sheng Zhen led him back home.

Sheng's father and Sheng's mother were happy and warm pillows, and they had long guessed that there was a secret love affair between the two children.

Instead of reprimanding Sheng Zhen, they cut off the economic relationship with that dude's family.

Qing Jia is 23 years old.

Shengfu big wedding.

Sheng Zhen, who has become the head of the Sheng family, got his wish and married the child's bride-in-law whom he had been thinking about for many years.

The two drank the wine together and hid behind the red candle tent. Sheng Zhen kissed his young bride-in-law tenderly, and said in a deep voice, "From now on, my brother will love you."

The dream spins.

Sheng Zhen woke up suddenly.

He pinched the center of his brows, looked at the warm pillow that was clearly not sleeping well, and leaned over to kiss her.

As soon as the kiss fell, Wen Zhen woke up.

He took the initiative to let go of the line of defense and let Sheng Zhen in.

After the two shared a lingering kiss, Wen Zhen blinked her bright eyes and said, "Sheng Zhen, I just had a dream."

"Me too." Sheng Zhen held his hand, his eyes were far-reaching, "It would be great if it was true."

His little Lihua wouldn't have to suffer so much, and they could meet earlier.

"Maybe." Wen Zhen blinked her eyes, "I can be reborn and time travel, so maybe dreams can come true."

"meow"

Dongdong who secretly hid in the corner of the room tonight, heard the voice of the two talking, and immediately turned over in dissatisfaction.

Dongdong, who was sleeping soundly, already had a criminal record.

So just in case, Wen Zhen also prepared a cat litter in the corner for it.

"It sneaked in."

"Ah."

Seeing that Sheng Zhen wasn't angry, she warmed her pillow and asked, "Then can I sleep in a hug?"

next second.

Sheng Zhen bullied her and pressed her over with a dangerous tone: "The night is still long, do you want to do some other activities to help you sleep?"

"Can you refuse?"

After Kai Hun ate the meat, Dogecoin's fighting power was extremely ferocious, and in the end, he would pass out every time without any hope.

"No."

The sound was blocked by Wen Zhen himself.

He was afraid of disturbing Dongdong, so he covered his mouth.

After peeling off the closed petals, Sheng Zhen leaned over to the flushed warm pillow and said, "Put it on for me."

This sentence made Wen Zhen break his power in an instant.

After a great battle, he still passed out in a hopeless way.