Wearing a little crying bag as a paranoid villain [Transmigration Book]

Cafe room.

Che Wenshu and Yan Mengsheng met at a family gathering two years ago. In addition, the owners of the two families are old friends. People also know each other.

Che Wenshu took a sip of the coffee in his cup, looked at the boy in black who was playing with his phone with his head bowed in front of him, put down the cup slowly, and said in a gentle voice, "It seems like we... haven't talked face to face like this for a long time."

While speaking, his eyes fell on the scar on the back of Yan Mengsheng's hand, his eyes dimmed and flickered, and then returned to calm.The corner of Che Wenshu's mouth curled up slightly, with a calm expression, waiting for Yan Mengsheng's next words.

Hearing the warm and jade-like voice, Yan Mengsheng turned off his phone, and focused his gaze on the young man in white in front of him.

"It's still the same, it's nothing..." Before he finished speaking, the words stopped on his lips, his eyes blinked twice, suddenly his life seemed to be different, and there was a crying little guy.

Seeing that Yan Mengsheng hesitated for a moment, Che Wenshu didn't rush to ask, and said, "I heard from my father that Uncle Yan brought back his little son who was living outside a few months ago?"

Yan Mengsheng didn't refute, but just hummed lightly.

"You haven't changed your habit of not being good at talking." Che Wenshu lightly twisted the wall of the cup with his fingertips, "How is that kid, does he get along well with you?"

Yan Mengsheng's eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes flickered slightly, and his voice was still so cold: "It's not like I like it."

Che Wenshu raised his gentle eyebrows, curious in his heart that he didn't directly say he hates it, which is also strange. "I don't understand one thing. If he is really Uncle Yan's child, then he may be the child of Uncle Yan and his first love Chu Yao, but why is his name Jiang Xuan?"

Yan Mengsheng raised his head and met Che Wenshu's eyes, "Jiang Xuan was raised by others, it's normal not to want to be named Yan."

Yan Mengsheng put his phone back into his pocket, not wanting to continue the topic, "It's getting late, we should go."

Seeing that Yan Mengsheng had no intention of chatting anymore, Che Wenshu also got up following his movements, straightened the cuffs of his white shirt, and looked at Yan Mengsheng with smiling eyes: "In this case, let's go back. However," He paused for a second, smiling softly and harmlessly, "I want to go and see that child, the child you can't even say you like."

Che Wenshu first noticed that Yan Mengsheng was stunned for a moment, and then his brows furrowed slightly as if hesitating, and he was even more surprised in his heart.

There is actually someone who can make Yan Mengsheng hide?

Yan Mengsheng, who hesitated for a while, said in a cold voice, "That child is introverted, afraid of strangers, and not good at talking."

"If you want to see it, come to my house tomorrow."

Che Wenshu smiled and said yes.

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Chu Xuan watched an older housekeeper lead a middle school boy into the door, the housekeeper saw Chu Xuan's figure, and led the boy over.

"Young Master, I have already consulted Young Master Yan for instructions. Due to some family reasons, I can only let this child live here for a day or two." The housekeeper said, her slightly wrinkled face full of helplessness.

Chu Xuan nodded, and the milk voice was gentle and well-behaved: "Okay, then the housekeeper aunt will arrange a room for him directly." Suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, tell everyone not to call me Young Master in the future, just call me Xiao Xuan Just do it."

The housekeeper nodded with a smile.

The housekeeper is old-fashioned, and the boy can't understand that his mother has to be respectful to a little cub. Looking at Chu Xuan, he feels uncomfortable.

The boy was pushed by the housekeeper, "What are you doing, Xiao Hui quickly say hello to Xiao Xuan!"

Finally, with a stinky face, he reluctantly greeted Chu Xuan, "Hello."

Chu Xuan only thought that he didn't like living in other people's homes, but something happened at home and he had to, so he didn't bother with a child with a stinky face.

"Hi, you don't have to be too restrictive here." She replied in a childish voice.

Xiaohui looked at the child above his waist, his round deer-like eyes were half-closed, his jade-like nose was slightly raised, and his small cherry mouth smiled cutely. He was sincerely welcoming him .

He suddenly felt that he was not as graceful as a child, and this feeling made him even more frustrated.

"Then I'll take him to find a room." The housekeeper said, and after receiving Chu Xuan's consent, the two went up the stairs.

Chu Xuan looked at the boy's straight back, he was still a child with a lot of self-esteem.

Withdrawing his gaze, turning on the TV, he went to pick out snacks in the snack bag, complaining as he searched: "The dead child bought so many, and he didn't eat after buying. How can I finish eating so much?" Finally, he pulled out a box of jelly. Just sat down on the sofa.

Reiko passed by the living room and saw Chu Xuan watching a brain-burning spy and counter-spy movie. Can he understand it?

I can't help feeling that it is really getting harder to bring up children nowadays.

Xiao Hui poked his head and looked around. He had never seen such a luxurious house before. He saw a porcelain vase on the side of the stairs on the second floor. The lines were clear and beautiful. Then he immediately withdrew his hand, for fear of breaking such a beautiful vase.

It must be a lot of money!Their family can't afford it.

Came to a new room, the room was almost as big as their living room, "Damn..." Xiaohui couldn't help but said.

Xiaohui threw his schoolbag on the ground, and threw his whole body on the bed. The bed was very soft and elastic, and Xiaohui felt that he had fallen in love with it.

After a while, Xiaohui sat up, suppressed the envy in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "Actually, it's not that good...it's just so-so..."

"Do your homework, do your homework." Xiaohui just took out the papers in his schoolbag, but found that there was no table in the room, so he took his schoolbag and went downstairs.

When I went to the living room, I saw that the child was actually watching the brain-burning movie Top3!

He was stupefied when he read it, and he didn't understand it until he read it a second time and after others analyzed it. This kid really dared to read it.

Xiaohui put the schoolbag on the table, and his eyes fell on Chu Xuan who was enjoying watching it with relish. He wanted to laugh at him but felt that this was not good, so he only complained a few words in his heart.

Chu Xuan watched the end of the film and revealed the real murderer, just as he had guessed.

If it wasn't for one of the shots that allowed Chu Xuan to see the flaw and reason it out, or he wouldn't know who the murderer was until the end.

After the movie finished, Chu Xuan looked at the time on his phone, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Yan Mengsheng hasn't come back yet.

Chu Xuan turned off the TV, and left the sofa with a small body. Just as he turned around, he saw the boy brought back by the housekeeper doing his homework on the table.

He walked over on his short legs, hugged his stool, and slowly climbed onto the chair.

Chu Xuan poked his head and found that he was stuck on a mathematical function problem, "I will do this."

Xiaohui turned his head to look, and saw that pink and jade-carved little face, and the milky words in the milk, he really couldn't help laughing, "Just you? You can't add and subtract, right?"

Chu Xuan slightly frowned his small white forehead, and looked at the boy with eyes as clear as water, and said with absolute certainty: "I really will!"

Xiaohui held his stomach and laughed for a long time, and said mercilessly: "Brother is going to do the test well, can you play with the baby?" Xiaohui stopped spinning the pen, holding the edge of the test paper with his left hand , and then added, "I really don't know what my mother thinks, and let me hear that you are a little baby with no hair."

"Your mother told you to listen to me?" The smile on Chu Xuan's face disappeared, and he asked back.

Xiaohui replied subconsciously: "Yes, I don't know what she was thinking." After speaking, he realized that Chu Xuan hadn't left yet.

"Your mother asked you to listen to me?" Chu Xuan asked again, which made Xiaohui faintly feel oppressed.

"Yes..." Even though he was reluctant, it was true.

"listen to me?"

Xiaohui pinched the side of the paper, bit his back molars, "Listen..."

"Then give me the test paper and the straw paper pen." Chu Xuan opened his small hand and looked at the pen in Xiao Hui's hand.

If he hadn't seen this boy with a sense of familiarity, very similar to his good friends in reality, he wouldn't be nosy.

"Here you are!" Xiaohui put the pen in Chu Xuan's hand, pushed the paper and the toilet paper over, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

He just waited to see the young master's jokes, to see if he couldn't make the joke of being severely slapped in the face, so that the pampered young master could understand what it means to be able to do great things, and what can a child do blindly?

When I think that this six or seven-year-old child can't do it, and can't write a word with the pen in his hand, I feel happy when I think about it.And if he can't do it, it will be more fun to laugh at him and cry when he gets up in a hurry!

At that time, I can't blame myself for bullying him, after all, he asked for it.

Ding Xiaohui was in a daze, immersed in his own fantasy. When he woke up, Chu Xuan had already written the complete answer to this question on the straw paper, including the function graph, which was extremely complete.

Ding Xiaohui stared at the straw paper handed over with wide eyes.

Every step... is written very clearly, even more concise and easy to understand than the answers on the search questions.

The pen Ding Xiaohui was playing with fell to the table, the shock in his heart was not at 01:30, this damn...was a question made by a child with no hair yet? !

This is a sophomore question!

He repeatedly confirmed that Chu Xuan didn't bring any search tools, and pulled the scrap paper and test paper over. The final answer on the scrap paper was exactly the same as the answer he searched...!

Ding Xiaohui pulled out a smile with difficulty, and said tremblingly: "It's fake..."

"Is it true or not, don't you know how to read it yourself?" Chu Xuan wiped the gel pen and ink that was accidentally touched by his right hand, and said in a soft voice, "I have a good impression of you when we first meet, see if you can understand it." I came up with a question to help you, I'm sorry for delaying your homework."

"No...it's nothing." Ding Xiaohui said blankly.

"You continue to do your homework, your functional foundation is very weak, remember to memorize the formulas and use them flexibly." Chu Xuan threw down a sentence and left the living room.

Ding Xiaohui, who was in a daze, looked at Chu Xuan's back with an idol filter on, and saw that his short legs walked out of the steps of a big brother.

Basic functions, flexible use of formulas?Is this what a young child said?

It's fucking outrageous!