ungrateful

The author has something to say: Thank you boss starfish!I went back to work overtime!

Ji An spoke vaguely, but Yan Huai could still understand him.

He clearly said it was justified, but obviously the child didn't believe it.

Probably because no one has ever loved this child well, his life has become deformed, he has only learned to please and give, but he dare not expect to be rewarded and cared for, so even if he only gets a little bit of good, he will be terrified, Walking on eggshells.

This is not good, so although it will be a little difficult, Yan Huai intends to let him learn to correct it.

Yan Huai was silent for a while, glanced at the bowl in front of Ji An, and said, "Finish the porridge."

Ji An's heart suddenly became chaotic, he felt that the young master seemed to be angry, and the young master's attitude of not responding to his words also made his eyes sore, he pursed his lips, feeling a faint pain in his chest, and quickly lowered his head , heard Yan Huai add another sentence: "No leftovers are allowed."

His head was in a mess, and his body was subconsciously obedient. He took a spoon and stuffed the porridge into his mouth one by one.

Yan Huai didn't continue to eat, and only watched Ji An finish a bowl of porridge in disbelief, then called someone to clear the table, and said to Ji An, "Come with me to the study."

In the past, things in this room were never done by others, Ji An was all around Yanhuai, and there was at most one Huoxiang.

However, Yan Huai called other people to clean up this time.

Ji An was even more dazed, staring blankly at the boy he didn't know very well clearing away the dining table, he forgot to step, until Yan Huai called him again: "Ji Pingan."

Yan Huai seldom called him by his first name. Ji An's heart skipped a beat, his uneasiness exploded, and the tip of his nose became sore almost instantly. He trotted to keep up with Yan Huai's footsteps, and entered the study Yan Huai whispered at the door: "Master..."

Yan Huai pointed to the wool felt cushion next to the fireplace in the study, and said, "Sit there."

Ji An usually practiced calligraphy there, and then took a little time to be lazy and quietly went to see Yan Huai who was reading medical books.

But today he was sensitively aware that Yan Huai was unhappy, so he stood there awkwardly, he didn't dare to really sit down, and he didn't dare to continue calling Yan Huai, his fingers clenched the corners of his clothes.

Yan Huai lighted a soothing incense before coming back again, with a very flat voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm not angry."

He said he was not angry, as if he was really not angry, and even took Ji An's hand, led him to a woolen mat and made him sit down, before continuing: "But if I don't give you a title, you are just a The valet followed me, and it will be like this from now on."

"There will be other people serving by my side. No young master in any family has only one personal servant by his side. That's too shabby." He said it very bluntly, leaving no room for Ji An to escape, "and You can't feel wronged yet, and you have no reason to cry, because you agreed on your own initiative. If you don't want it, I don't plan to force it to you. "

Ji An's head was buzzing, and it was only when tears fell on the back of his hand that he realized that he was crying again. He bit the flesh of his lower lip hard, tried to hold back the tears, and said in a crying voice He said "no", trying to stop Yan Huai's words.

But Yan Huai would not really be stopped by him, and continued: "I don't give you a title, my father may not be angry, and in the future I will follow my father's wishes and marry the wife of the house, maybe for the sake of marriage. There are still one or two concubines in the branches and leaves."

Ji An held back his tears, but his face was blurred from crying. He couldn't help but think about such a scene, because Xin Chi was like this, sister Cuihe became an aunt, and Master Xin also appointed him as a young wife. Candidates.

Yan Huai's voice sounded scary, and the scary voice continued: "At that time, don't say that you fell asleep in my arms, or slept next to me, or even kept vigil for me outside, after all, I married Mrs. , someone will take care of me in the future..."

"Don't!" Ji An was finally forced to collapse. He remembered the days when Xin Chi sent him to Zhuangzi, and he felt cold all over his body. He cried and reached out to grab Yan Huai's clothes, shaking his head desperately, "No, I don't want... ..."

Yan Huai didn't stop him from drilling into his arms, but he didn't respond as usual, he just asked: "Don't want what? Don't you want a name?"

Ji An wiped away his tears, rushed over and hugged Yan Huai's waist, and breathed in the nice smell of incense on Yan Huai's body. He choked and pinched his palms: "Don't ask the young master to marry someone else..."

At the beginning, Xin Chi had already taken Cuihe by his side, and he had also decided on the candidate for the young wife, but he didn't feel much sad, just because he couldn't continue to be by Xin Chi's side, he felt a little disappointed, but Yan Huai was different, just thinking about him Ji An felt that he was going to die of sadness when he wanted to hug someone else.

He grabbed Yan Huai's hand, wanted Yan Huai to hug him, and cried out in a broken voice: "I lied, I don't want the young master to marry someone else, young master, I was wrong..."

He has never been a greedy person, he only needs a little of everything, because before that, wanting too much can only be fantasy, but Yan Huai is different.

He would rather fantasize by himself than what Yan Huai said would become true.

Ji An grabbed Yan Huai's hand and put it around his waist, completely unaware of how attractive such an action was, and just kept saying that he was wrong and told Yan Huai not to marry someone else.

Yan Huai refused to satisfy him, and only whispered into Ji An's ear: "Whatever you want, tell me."

Ji An's head was a little dizzy from crying, completely bewitched by Yan Huai's deliberately soft voice, and muffled in Yan Huai's arms, he made a nasal sound: "Hug..."

He sobbed, and stammered, "Yes, the young master hugs me..."

Those warm hands finally supported Ji An's waist, and with a little force, he hugged Ji An into his arms.

The calming incense that was lit in advance played a little role, and Ji An gradually calmed down in Yan Huai's arms, feeling that Yan Huai was patting him on the back to help him calm down.

The frightened blank head finally regained a little thinking ability. Ji An was really stupid, and only then did he faintly notice Yan Huai's intentions.

But even if Yan Huai deliberately murdered him, Ji An would not be angry, he would just shrink himself into a small ball and hide in the arms of the person who deliberately bullied him.

Yan Huai no longer deliberately refused, adjusted his posture to make Ji An lean more comfortably, and then said: "An An, I didn't mean to scare you just now, what I said was true."

It was a real assumption that he would find unbearable even if he thought about it, so Ji An couldn't make a decision for him, nor could he run away, even for him.

He tightened his arms, hugged Ji An whole, and told him very seriously: "Grievances don't necessarily mean compensation, An An, when you want me to hug you, you have to tell me and I'll know."