My little boyfriend is cruel and obedient

Jiang Biegu had just walked out of the hotel when he saw Fault Tolerance, and he followed many people. He was the acquirer who was in charge of the acquisition case. He came to Beicheng specially to see Jiang Biegu's plan. Judging from their expressions, the two sides talked very happily.

Jiang Biegu was originally greeting the other party, but for some reason, his eyes were attracted by a figure not far away, and his wandering eyes never came back, so that the other party didn't realize it until Jiang Biegu replied. Jiang Biegu had already lost his mind.

Ding Cheng was surprised for a moment. After all, such an almost impolite behavior had never appeared on Jiang Biegu before. Following Jiang Biegu's eyes, he was a little surprised at the second of tolerance, but now he is not a A good time to deal with this matter is not too far behind.

Jiang Biegu did not intend to deal with this matter immediately, but things did not go as he wished. Just a second before Jiang Biegu looked away, the doorman of the hotel walked over, even though he couldn't hear him. No matter what he said, it could be seen from his uncomfortable movements that he was trying to leave in a hurry.

Fault Tolerance is a stickler, if he speaks well, he will leave, but the doorman's attitude makes Jiang Bie so feel that Fault Tolerance is impossible to make a compromise.

Jiang Biegu's guess was correct, and Tolerance started arguing with the waiter with a look of resentment, without giving in at all, but without saying a few words, he was pushed to the ground by the doorman.

Although he was 13 years old, he was still very small, and he was pushed far away at once.

Ding Cheng naturally saw it too, and frowned slightly, but before he walked over, Jiang Biegu had already said 'sorry' to the purchaser, and walked towards fault tolerance.

Fault Tolerance got up from the ground almost immediately, gritted his teeth, and his expression was that I dare to fight you hard. He was indeed planning to do the same, but when he clenched his fists and was about to rush over, he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. , His movements seemed to be pressed the pause button, and the hostility in his body dissipated like a balloon that was suddenly pierced by a needle, like a thief who was caught, turned around and was about to run.

"If you run away now, don't come back!" This is the first time Jiang Biegu has said harsh words to Fault Tolerance.

Fault Tolerant's footsteps seemed to be nailed in place, not daring to move even a millimeter. Jiang Biegu looked at his stiff back and remained silent for a few seconds, then eased his tone:

"return."

Maybe he really couldn't bear the consequences, so even though he was reluctant, Tolerance still turned around slowly and walked back, but his head was lowered, not daring to look at Jiang Biegu.

"Give me your hand." Jiang Biegu stretched out his hand to him, subconsciously wanting to be obedient, but when he raised his hand and saw the stain on his hand, he quickly put his hand behind his back, Jiang Biegu frowned , and said it again: "Give me your hand."

It might be because of grievance, or it might be because Jiang Biegu's tone was a bit heavy, his eyes were red when fault tolerance raised his head, but he was still stubborn and disobedient:

"If there's anything nice to look at, I just scratched the skin a bit, and it doesn't hurt me."

Jiang Biegu didn't speak, looked at him, Rong Fault gradually felt guilty under such gaze, and retracted his gaze, Jiang Biegu didn't force him any more, and slowly retracted the raised hand.

I don't know why, at that moment, Tolerant wanted to grab his hand, and told him that it was because his hands were too dirty, and it wasn't that he didn't want to give them to him, but when he thought of the marks on his hands, Tolerant held back.

Jiang Biegu ignored Tolerance for the time being, and turned to look at the doorman who was already at a loss.

"Mr. Jiang, I..."

"Is he in your way?" Jiang Biegu interrupted him and asked.

"No, no." The doorman said nervously, "Yes, I was afraid that the homeless child would disturb the diners, so I asked the child to leave."

"Please?" Jiang Biegu repeated the word slowly, and smiled: "So that's how please is used, I've been taught."

The doorman was taken aback, and opened his mouth to say something, but Jiang Biegu turned his gaze away, took a look at Tolerance, said "come here", and walked towards the people standing at the door.

Tolerance glanced at those people, flinching, he didn't want to go there, he didn't know how his outfit would make those people think of Jiang Biegu, he didn't want to be a burden to Jiang Biegu, let alone embarrass him, but he also dare not leave.

Rong Cuo stood there hesitating, but Jiang Biegu had already noticed that he hadn't followed and turned around, just looked at him without saying a word, but Rong Cuo could already see Jiang Biegu's faint dissatisfaction in such eyes.

Fault tolerance realized that he seemed to have disappointed Jiang Biegu.

For a moment of fault tolerance, I really want to turn around and leave. I love whoever I love, and I don’t want to look at anyone’s face anymore, and I don’t want to be so aggrieved anymore.

But this idea was rejected by himself in just a moment, and he still walked over.

The child who is usually so harsh and directly expresses his displeasure is now hiding behind Jiang Biegu, as if as long as others can't see him, he won't be able to feel other people's strange eyes on him.

Seeing Jiang Biegu's return, the purchaser didn't mind his sudden departure. His eyes fell on Jiang Biegu's back and he smiled:

"Boss Jiang knows this kid?"

Rong Quo was dressed in tattered clothes, with dirty hands, and was carrying a woven bag. He didn't look like someone who could have anything to do with Jiang Biegu. Rong Quo heard it, but he didn't respond, because in his In his mind, Jiang Biegu would deny that it was natural for two people to know each other, and he would not even feel any discomfort, after all, even he himself thought so.

But Jiang Biegu didn't say that, he heard Jiang Biegu's voice:

"Of course, this is my brother."

Fault tolerance has already forgotten what it was like at that time. He seemed to be emptied of all his memories at that moment. He couldn't remember what kind of reaction those people had, and what kind of eyes fell on him. There is only one Jiangbie story left in his memory.

He didn't even see Jiang Biegu's expression when he said this, but the words 'my brother' pierced into his heart like a knife.

For Fault Tolerance, it was not as simple as a sentence. It was the first time he was recognized, and the first time he felt that he... seemed to really have a home.

Tolerance put this sentence between his lips and teeth, and quietly read it many times in his heart, every time it was warm and soft.

So much so that he didn't even realize when those people left, when did Jiang Biegu turn around and look at himself, it was only when Ding Cheng stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes that he came back to his senses, Jiang Biegu was watching Looking at him with a serious expression, she asked him:

"What do you think?"

Fault-tolerant and guilty for a moment, he shook his head: "It's nothing."

Jiang Biegu's gaze slowly shifted from Rongrong's face to his hand, although Rongrong refused to let him look at his hand, but at this moment Jiang Biegu still saw blood dripping down Rongrong's little finger, Not much, but it looked scary too, but the kid didn't even frown.

Jiang Biegu looked at Ding Cheng:

"Find a pharmacy and buy some medicine for wound treatment."

Fault Tolerance wanted to say no, but before he could say anything, Ding Cheng had already agreed and left, Fault Tolerance didn't insist anymore.

"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Bie asked.

Tolerance wanted to nod his head and say hello, but before he could do anything, he heard Jiang Biegu's almost warning: "Tell the truth."

So fault tolerance did not dare to lie: "No."

Fault Tolerance thought that Jiang Biegu would ask himself other questions, such as why he came out, why he picked up trash, and why he didn't eat at home. He hadn't figured out how to tell Jiang Biegu these questions, so he was a little nervous, because in his In the plan, there was never any possibility of Jiang Biegu discovering the conflict between him and Aunt Zhang.

But Jiang Biegu didn't ask anything, he just said:

"I'll take you to something to eat."

Behind him is the place where Jiang Biegu had dinner just now, but Jiang Biegu didn't bring Rong Fault in. He didn't think that Fault Rong would like the hotel-style dining atmosphere. Instead, he took him to a chain ramen restaurant not far away, and he ordered a meal. , did not immediately look for a seat, and went to the bathroom with tolerance.

He was digging through the garbage before, and he threw mud and blood, so he couldn't eat without washing it.

Tolerant didn't speak the whole time, he was very obedient, Jiang Biegu did what he asked him to do, Jiang Biegu also kept looking at him, and felt that this obedient pretending was too similar, as if he couldn't see that he was a wolf .

When Tolerance washed his hands, Jiang Biegu saw the wound on his hand. It was not deep, but the area was not small. Almost half of his palm was scratched. When clean water fell on the wound, the basin was red. Turned around after only one glance, didn't look any more, but told Mistake:

"Don't scrub the wound."

Tolerance said hello.

After washing his hands and looking for a table, Jiang Biegu sent a message to Ding Cheng to tell him where he was, then put away his phone, looking at Fault Tolerance, Fault Tolerance almost didn't dare to meet Jiang Biegu's gaze, dodging from time to time one time.

But Jiang Biegu didn't say anything, and Tolerance didn't understand what he was thinking.

There were a lot of people in the store, and when Ding Cheng came back with the medicine, the noodles just came out, Rong Rong didn't eat it right away, and Jiang Biegu didn't urge him, Ding Cheng was about to sit down and give Rong Rong the medicine but was stopped by Jiang Biegu:

"Let me come. You didn't eat anything at the wine table just now. You were too busy drinking. Go and order a bowl of noodles."

Ding Cheng smiled, but he didn't reject Jiang Biegu's kindness, and turned around, so Jiang Biegu got up and walked around the dining table and sat next to Rong Fault. A look of full vigilance.

Jiang Biegu noticed his movements, and while taking out the medicine from the bag, he glanced at him:

"What? Thought I was going to hit you?"

Fault Tolerance was indeed nervous, but after Jiang Biegu finished saying this, he relaxed a little and sat down again: "You won't."

Jiang Bie didn't see his words, so he opened the bottle of iodophor cotton balls, and took out a cotton ball from inside:

"Give me your hand."

Perhaps it was because he washed his hands just now, this time Tolerance did not refuse, and handed his injured hand to Jiang Biegu, Jiang Biegu frowned slightly as he looked at the wound:

"It will hurt a little."

"Not afraid." Tolerance said.

He was probably really not afraid, because after the wound was dealt with throughout, Jiang Biegu found that he didn't even make small movements to cower and dodge, as if he had nailed his hand there, and when he looked up at him, Jiang Biegu even stretched his brows Yes, it was as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Jiang Bie didn't think he was brave, on the contrary, he felt a little distressed. After all, Tolerance's age should be a time when he should be afraid of pain and suffering but not afraid of getting into trouble, but he seems to suffer from everything.

After the wound was healed, Jiang Biegu went back to sit opposite him again:

"Eat."

Tolerance didn't move, it looked like he didn't dare, Jiang Biegui sighed silently:

"If there is anything to do, we can talk about it after dinner."

Fault Tolerance slowed down his meal, as if he could delay the time. Later, he saw that Jiang Biegu had been looking at his mobile phone, and he didn't know what to reply on the mobile phone. Eating noodles, talking on the phone, and realizing that I was delaying them.

So he speeded up and finished the noodles in a few bites.

The moment Jiang Biegu put down the chopsticks, he looked up and put away the phone by the way:

"After eating, let's talk about today's affairs."

Fault tolerance knew that he couldn't escape, so he didn't refute, and waited quietly. He thought that Jiang Biegu's first question would be about Mrs. Zhang, but Jiang Biegu asked:

"How long?"

Fault Tolerance knew almost immediately that Jiang Biegu was asking himself how many days he had been out. This question was much easier to answer than Mrs. Zhang's matter. Fault Tolerance did not hide:

"About 10 days."

Jiang Biegu calculated the time, and it was about this time that Tolerance was discharged from the hospital, so he frowned slightly.

"Why are you still doing these things?"

This time, the fault-tolerant answer hesitated a little: "I just want to make some money, and I just want to return the money to you."

Jiang Biegu didn't believe it:

"truth?"

Fault-tolerant eyes began to dodge, but he insisted on saying: "It's the truth."

Although anyone can tell that there is no confidence in these words.

Jiang Biegu looked at Rong Fault and didn't speak for a long time. Fault Tolerance had a feeling of being seen through. Just when he wanted to explain something, Jiang Biegu sighed and said:

"Child, when will you trust me a little?"

Fault Tolerance didn't know how to answer this question, he wanted to say no, but when he thought about it carefully, he really didn't believe Jiang Biegu very much.

Jiang Biegu got up from his seat, announcing that the conversation between them was over, Rong Rong got up and left, walked out of the hotel and wanted to say goodbye and promise that he would go home, but Jiang Biegu said to him:

"You go to the company with me."

Fault tolerance was stunned for a moment: "I can go back by myself."

"Well, you can, but I don't want you to go back by yourself, so be obedient?"

Just made Jiang Biegu angry, and Fault Tolerance would no longer make him unhappy because of such trivial matters, not to mention, he didn't want to go back, so he followed Jiang Biegu to the parking space, but what Fault Tolerance didn't expect was that Jiang Biegu He will go to the trash can first, and bend down to pick up the bag that Tolerance left there just now.

When Fault Tolerance realized what Jiang Biegu was doing, he ran over immediately:

"Don't take this, dirty."

Jiang Biegu glanced at him, but didn't let go, and went straight to the car: "You earned it so hard, you shouldn't throw it away like this."

The trash can was only a few steps away from the parking space. Seeing Jiang Biegu approaching, Ding Cheng asked the driver to open the trunk first. Jiang Biegu put the woven bag in and closed the trunk. Slightly smiled, and patted his shoulder:

"Get in the car."

When he arrived at the company, Jiang Biegu brought Fault Tolerance to the office and went to a meeting. He asked Ding Cheng to find some snacks among his colleagues, but he didn't know if he would eat them. After all, he refused to even sit on the sofa.

Jiang Biegu was busy for most of the afternoon, and it was already evening when the meeting ended. Jiang Biegu got up just in time to see Ding Cheng's eyes on him:

"Anything to say?"

"Wait, do you go straight home?"

"En." Jiang Biegu responded, "I have something to deal with."

Ding Cheng smiled: "Do you not trust Mrs. Zhang?"

Jiang Bie did not say anything, but looked at Ding Cheng.

Ding Cheng said: "From the moment you met Fault Tolerance, all the questions you asked were Fault Tolerance's own, but you didn't mention Mrs. Zhang at all."

Jiang Biegu didn't say yes or no, he got up as usual, and asked Ding Cheng back before taking a step forward:

"Do you think that with your fault-tolerant personality, you will act coquettishly and beg Mrs. Zhang not to tell me about his going out?"

Ding Cheng was taken aback, and Jiang Biegu said again:

"There is no tolerance for faults, so the problem can only lie with Mrs. Zhang."