The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Bolivar had a nightmare that night, dreaming that Brown, who was smiling at him one second, pulled out a knife and killed him the next second.

He woke up from the nightmare, his back was soaked in sweat, and he could see the bloody scene when he closed his eyes.

The bedroom was pitch black, and the buttons and eyes of the dolls placed in the cabinet reflected light, and the low-key voices of bodyguards and helpers could be heard downstairs.

It was raining and sleet outside, crackling, hitting the roof, and there was a muffled sound.

Bolivar sat on the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, and remained silent for a long time before slowly regaining his senses.The corners of his mouth slowly straightened, and he took a deep breath.

"I can do it. There is nothing in this world that I can't do..." He heard his own voice, "There is nothing difficult in this world if you put your heart into it..."

He was indeed prepared at the beginning, no matter where he went, he would not regret it.This is his choice, whether it is a place full of disasters, a place full of wars, or a place of poverty, backwardness, savagery and ignorance, he will never regret it.

The current situation is just another proof of his bad luck.

This terrible situation was completely within his expectations.

The corners of Bolivar's mouth curled up slowly.

Isn't it just a little bit of black forces? It's not a big problem.As long as the other party is a rational person and not full of hassle, he can solve it.

At present, his parents and family have already entered into it, so he has no intention of bringing in outsiders and destroying relatives righteously.At least judging by the appearance of his parents, the status over there is not low, he thinks he can find a way to make the whole group his own, and then collectively wash off and go ashore.

He has always believed that the reason for the vast majority of criminals is the inaction of the bright side.Parents and teachers have not taught them well, have not received basic education, and have been poor and oppressed all their lives. The world is unfair and the atmosphere is not right, which will naturally breed hostility.

As for Mrs. Rosales' words, they are indeed self-contained, full of 'wisdom of life', which cannot be refuted.After all, for thousands of years, people have been calculating and measuring the value of their own kind in this way.

Perhaps the only change in thousands of years is that some seemingly unreasonable factors for measuring value, such as identity and who your parents are, are no longer blatantly written out as important factors in calculating a person's value.

But in fact, the unspoken rules of society still use those unreasonable ways of measuring human value.Moreover, many seemingly reasonable standards are full of injustice and brainwashing conventions.

Bolivar was ready, but he didn't know that the opponent was the Crow Group. He didn't clearly estimate his opponent, nor did he take into account the inertia of the plot. He didn't know that the opponent was the big boss with the aura of the biggest villain.

He doesn't have Conan's aura, and the IQ of the people around him is online, so it's impossible for a child like him to get in touch with the important things of the organization.No matter how he showed his precocity and ability, Mrs. Rosales would refuse with a smile.

Stealing information by oneself is also delusional.Both Rosales and his wife are seasoned members of the upper echelon of the organization, and they are not so big as to confuse their usual home with the organization's affairs.The small villa where Bolivar is located does not have any organization-related matters, but there are many documents of Grid Company.

It is impossible for Bolivar to tell his parents that I am a reincarnated person who did not drink Mengpo soup, so you can leave things to me with confidence.

So he can only choose to start with Grid and try to get in touch with the business situation here.After all, in his opinion, everything is possible with money and brains.Fortunately, this matter was not blocked.

As for Garcia, that is Brown at the moment.Bolivar didn't know what to do.

He is still a child now, and the other party is also a child. He doesn't think that he can do anything wrong and need the other party to go out to fight the pot.After ten or eight years, when he grows up, Bolivar will have the right to choose, and he doesn't need the other party to do anything.

But how should he treat the other party's cold disregard for life?

Every time he thinks about the incident in the snowy alley, his hands and feet get chills.

Terrible, really terrific.People with such extreme thoughts, it is best to go to a mental hospital for treatment immediately, but this is impossible, and he has no way to solve this matter.

And he knew very clearly that what the other party did was the 'correct path'.

The right path to a living future.

It is impossible for him to teach the other party from a high position, what is not good to kill, why you are too cruel, and ignore the bad environment.So he can only ignore this happening.As Madame Rosales said, play by the rules.

There was no disturbance when they met again.A rough summary is that Bolivar woke up sleepily in the morning, and while he was still yawning, he pushed open the door and suddenly saw Brown standing outside the door.

The other party looked introverted and quiet, and a bit cute, but Bolivar was still frightened, and his yawn was swallowed abruptly.

Bolivar looked at each other, and the black-haired kid smiled, looking the same as before, as if nothing had happened.

Bolivar also smiled back subconsciously, only then did he feel his cheeks were sour and his muscles stiff, he pursed his lips, feeling his fast heartbeat, and said nothing.

He brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed his clothes, and sat down at the breakfast table, and the people next to him followed him to the breakfast table.

None of them spoke.The adults are not at home, and the atmosphere in the room is relatively peaceful.

The light came in from the window, the fine floating dust was dyed golden yellow, and the white porcelain tableware on the table shone with round light.

Bolivar sliced ​​open his own bun and stuffed it with bacon, pickles, lettuce and tomato sauce.

Brown sat next to him and cut the bread in his hand.He glanced at the meat and vegetables on the table, skipped over them, opened the jar next to him, and spread honey on his bread.

Bolivar looked over subconsciously, watching him apply a layer of honey, two layers, three layers...

The bread was half-soaked with honey and had a tooth-souring color.Bolivar felt his stomach hurt and dizzy just looking at it.How about this bread?

Then he watched as the other opened the jar of Nutella again.

Bolivar's face changed slightly, and he briefly forgot the other party's previous fierce performance.

Bolivar's hand stretched over, and pressed down the cover of the chocolate sauce, together with the other hand reaching for the chocolate.

"?" The confusion on Brown's face was visible to the naked eye.

Bolivar blinked, and the other party blinked, obviously not understanding what it meant.

"Come on, open your mouth." Bolivar showed a half-smile expression.He saw that the opponent's hand was clenched, and he subconsciously became vigilant, but after looking at the bodyguard standing beside him, he opened his mouth obediently.

Bolivar stuffed the meal bag in his hand into it.

"!!!"

Caught off guard, the sour and salty taste filled his taste buds. Brown frowned instantly, his whole face wrinkled, and he stared at Bolivar in disbelief, looking rather pitiful.

"Picky eaters are not allowed. Eating sweets in the morning can easily lead to high blood sugar." Bolivar said hard-heartedly, and snatched the honey-smeared bread from Brown's hand, and threw it to the waiting puppy under the table .

The Labrador wagging its tail let out a howl, ran over happily, and ate two or three bites of the bread on the ground, without giving anyone on the table any chance to rescue it.

"!"

Brown's face turned ferocious for a moment. He seemed to want to put the chocolate sauce in his hand on Bolivar's face, but he glanced at the bodyguard in the distance, and forcibly endured it.

Bolivar raised his eyebrows, and actually read the words "you wait for me, I will definitely come back with revenge" from the other party's face.

But he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't know that the other party would really take advantage of his amnesia to take revenge in the future.One day in the future, when Bolivar was injured and lying in the hospital, someone took away his favorite dishes under the guise of a doctor's order.

At the moment, his attention is still on the black organization suspected to be related to his parents.

He can't fight alone, he needs a few helpers with the same views as himself.Bolivar thought so, his eyes turned slightly, and he glanced at Brown who was sitting next to him with an unhappy brow.

Brown, who was gnawing on the bread, shivered all over, feeling a chill down his back.

Their relationship seems to be back to before. When Bolivar was reading in the study, he would pick some suitable reading materials for each other, and occasionally instill some of his own poisonous chicken soup.Brown never contradicted, but there were times when the eyes gave away a hint of foolishness that made him shudder.

He broke up the talks against his will that he had learned over the years, mixed his views on adapting to society, recorded them with all his heart, and passed them on to the other party.

"The value of a person is not static. Thinking, learning, diligence and hard work, these can exercise oneself and bring new value to oneself."

Bolivar smiled: "Some people are naturally smart and have high value, but we can get more through hard work."

Brown looked at him, then slowly curled his lips into a polite smile.

Bolivar couldn't go on, and he turned around.

"Your basics are almost done." Bolivar said, "If you don't object, you can learn some more useful knowledge with me, such as economics, management, mathematics, computers, etc., to improve your own value. In this way You'll have more options."

Brown didn't respond, and looked at Bolivar again with the eyes of a fool.

The atmosphere was terribly embarrassing, and the smile on the corner of Bolivar's mouth was stiff. He knew that his words contained sophistry, which was the self-numbingness of the bottom people.

He himself doesn't believe in his own point of view, he judges a person by value, and those who have no value should be eliminated.This is a point of view that completely objectifies oneself, is the law of the jungle, and is the theory of victim guilt.This is the inevitable choice of imperfect and unbalanced social development.

But at this moment, he had to choose a tactful and soft point of view, he had to follow the big rules, and seek shelter in the cracks.

He saw that there seemed to be a subtle change in Brown's face.

The birds outside the window flapped their wings and flew past, making a fluttering sound.

After a while, Brown stretched out his hand, took the book in Bolivar's hand, and replied, "You are right, there is really no harm in learning more knowledge."

Bolivar secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This one seems to have been turned over.Brown is indeed a good student who works hard. The homework assigned by Bolivar will be completed honestly by the other party. They spend a long time in the study.

Until, another day.

Madame Rosales had a huge study filled with various books.The house is tens of square meters square, and there is no end in sight. There are neatly arranged hardcover books and carved and painted wooden bookcases everywhere.

It seems that this is just a place for rich people to decorate their houses and show their taste, but Bolivar is very clear that Mrs. Rosales has read these books, the tens of thousands of books here.

She would even put her old books in an unobtrusive corner and put the newer books outside to cover up the matter.

This is also the best amusement park in Bolivar's eyes.

Mrs. Rosales cherishes these books very much, and even washes her hands to remove oil before reading, but Bolivar is much more casual. His favorite thing is to read while eating.At his instigation, Brown soon gave up the good habit of washing his hands before reading and joined Bolivar's camp.

That afternoon, as usual, Bolivar flipped out a book and put it on the small table by the window. When the wind blew, he drew up the curtains and poured out the goblet filled with fruit juice on the table.

The two cups fell on the table one after the other, making a crisp sound as they collided with each other.The juice spilled out, soaking into Mrs. Rosales's precious book collection, smearing bright colors on the white paper, and making the two children who heard the movement stand still in place for an instant.

Seeing the blood on the opponent's face fade instantly, Bolivar also took a deep breath.Bolivar picked up the juice glass and raised the book bravely. The juice dripped on the table along the pages of the book, making his face look ashen.

Brown, who was watching this scene from the side, suddenly grabbed Bolivar's hand, with a trace of nervousness on his face.

Bolivar could see his eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing the uneasy mood of the owner of the eyelashes.

He seemed to have made up his mind, holding Bolivar very hard, and his tone was encouraging.

"I didn't put the book here, Polly."

Although a glass of juice is mine.Brown thought about it and swallowed the words.

The sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor came from behind, but neither of the two people present heard it because the carpet in the room was too thick.

Brown leaned over, stared into Bolivar's eyes, and provocatively said: "You are also a man, don't you dare to do it or not?"

As soon as his voice changed, his appearance changed, and his tone also had a miserable taste: "And I don't want to be locked up. The room is so dark and quiet, and I'm the only one."

"Polly, Ma'am won't be angry with you..." He tried to encourage the other party.

Bolivar stood at a better angle, raised his eyes subconsciously, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by Mrs. Rosales who walked in. His heartbeat quickened instantly. He winked at Brown, but it was too late.

"What's going on here?" Mrs. Rosales saw the scene in front of her, the blood vessels on her forehead throbbed. She took a deep breath and pressed her forehead.

Bolivar stood on the spot, watching Brown's complexion change quickly, his exposed weakness and pity disappeared without a trace, and he regained his calm, as if he still had some bad luck that he hadn't deceived anyone, as if the poor man just now The appearance is all acting.

"...It's all my fault, ma'am," he heard Brown say.

"Wait." Bolivar was stunned again, watching the other party follow the bodyguard and leave very obediently.

Mrs. Rosales stopped Bolivar, tapped the other person's head with her hand, and reminded with a half-smile: "Polly, don't let me think that your basic courses are still a bit lacking. Are you still being caught by this?" Is it a little trick?"

Mrs. Rosales' tone changed, and her tone became a little more playful.

"Then I will talk to my dear, let you have less contact with Grid, save more time, and study some basic lessons at home."

Realizing what the other person meant, Bolivar shut his mouth.

He also vaguely realized that Brown seemed to be calculating himself.

This child is not as harmless as it looks on the outside, coupled with the previous incident in the snow, this makes Bolivar more wary of each other.

It seems to be familiar with each other once, and there are a few small things after bumps and bumps. Both parties seem to be numbly used to this approach.Anyway, the other party is not a real little white flower who needs to be cared for.

It's not good if you leave the impression that you don't fit in with others.

Bolivar temporarily compromised and stopped paying attention to this matter.He really can't understand what the other person is thinking. He can easily guess what a mature, rational, self-interested natural person is thinking, but it is difficult to guess what a child running around the ground is thinking about every day.

Bolivar tried to get closer to the other party, trying to make some snacks, but it didn't work.Instead, he inadvertently attracted the little girl from the neighbor's house.

It was a blue-eyed little girl who was younger than herself, and she had a silly brother who couldn't speak very well.They were the children of the new neighbors next door, and Bolivar heard that their parents were his father's right-hand men.

Bolivar occasionally inquired about the situation on the other side from the window sill. After a few days of secret observation, he confirmed again that this was definitely not a serious organization. The little girl did not seem to be ten years old, but she had to receive one-on-one training from the instructor every day. , training late in the yard.

This girl is called Ivy, and she likes the biscuits baked by Bolivar very much. Every day, she finds all kinds of clumsy excuses to come here to eat and drink. Dessert share.

These actions were not successful, but also made the relationship between the two parties worse.Brown always uses his IQ advantage to dig holes for Ivy.But Ivy is not the little friends he teased before, and his temper is unreasonable at all.

Ivy's idea is very simple, I really can't find evidence, I can't catch your tail.However, there are only three people in the room, and Polly, who can make delicious snacks, will definitely not cheat me, so you, a good boy, are cheating me.

I have to say that this simple and indiscriminate method of elimination is very effective.

If anything happened, it must be Brown's fault, just look for him.

So the two often performed pecking each other in front of Bolivar.Bolivar, a fake kid who is even more rookie than a rookie, can only stand there and stare blankly.

There was no accident at this time, and Ivy was still able to beat Brown, always able to predict the opponent's position and overthrow him.

Bolivar also thinks that this girl has a bright future, and occasionally tells Ivy some novel knowledge, trying to draw her into his camp.But most of the time, he could only see the other party's eyes widening, looking at him with a blushing face, his mind was wandering, and he didn't listen to anything.

Over time, Bolivar felt unable to move, so he could only give up, while Ivy's brother...couldn't even do elementary school math well, so he was not as good as Ivy.

In this way, Bolivar perfected his plan while looking for new candidates.

He rummaged through a lot of information, collected as much information as possible about this world, tried to let himself know more, and wanted to make the future more secure.

The days passed, and it was a rainy day, with dark clouds outside, and the weather was hot and gloomy.Bolivar called Brown and planned to clean up their paradise together, the big study of Mrs. Rosales.

Mrs. Rosales never let the bodyguards and servants into this room for fear of what might happen.Bolivar walked around the room every day, and after looking at it for a long time, he felt that the dust on the cabinet was not pleasing to the eye, so he planned to do a thorough cleaning of the study.

He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the vacant place with a soft damp cloth, and then wiped away the water stains with a fine velvet cloth.After cleaning, the broken and aging books were sorted together little by little, and re-framed.

"Okay." Bolivar put the remaining books aside and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What book is this?" Brown subconsciously picked up a book that Bolivar had sorted into the trash. It was an old book with a rotten skin.

"It seems to be the manuscript of a lady's diary." Bolivar recalled the sporadic text he just saw. It seems to be a diary of a woman with a familiar name. It seems to be a famous person who passed away a few years ago. thinker.On the cover of the book was a sticker of 'no appreciation, to be cleaned', which Bolivar recognized at a glance. The sticker on the cover was his mother's handwriting.

"It should be someone's relic. I bought it and waited for it to appreciate in value, but unfortunately I lost money, and the price didn't increase after the other party's death." Bolivar flipped through two pages, which were filled with trivial and ordinary things, such as making snacks , what pain of mental breakdown, what sweetness with Mr.

"A terrifying black shadow caught me, and I screamed, is it death? No, it's love—" Bolivar read out this sentence with playfulness, and couldn't help chuckling, feeling a little bit sore .

In Bolivar's view, these things are probably the moans of a lady.It's useless.

"Do you want to throw it away?" Brown hesitated, his tone full of regret, "This is a manuscript, it's all written word by word."

It was a very thick book with yellowed and curled edges, and the writing was clear and neat. It could be seen that its previous owner cherished it very much.

"Well, because it's worthless." Bolivar replied casually, not noticing the slight change in the other's face.

"Can I take it away?" The voice behind him paused, "The window of my house is a bit wide, maybe I can use it to block it?"

Bolivar looked up in surprise, and subconsciously asked: "What, is it so serious? Have you called a maintenance man?"

Brown stuck for a moment, then changed his expression naturally: "It's not that big, not to the point of hiring a maintenance worker.... I need to practice pen writing recently, and I just need some waste paper."

Bolivar looked at the other party's face, and finally saw the other party's intentions slowly, and said with a smile: "If you want to take this book, you can just say so."

"It's nothing important," Bolivar pushed the remaining half of the page to him. "Well, it's all yours now."

"En." The other party accepted the book expressionlessly, but his movements were a little brisk. .

At night, the accumulated dark clouds could no longer hold back, and it poured down a torrent of rain, which slapped on the window panes, blurring the glass and making it difficult for people to see the scene outside.

Click——Boom——

Lightning streaked across the sky, thunder roared, and even the floor trembled.

Bolivar pressed his face to the glass, feeling the icy coolness, and the sweltering heat in the room was swept away. Through the window glass blurred by rain, the outside was chaotic, and the flowers and plants in the world could not be seen clearly.

Bolivar suddenly thought of what Brown said about the window slits.What if this problem really exists.The other party doesn't look like he can take good care of himself.

If it does leak, it's not good.

Thinking of this, Bolivar couldn't sit still anymore, and went downstairs to Brown's bedroom next to the butler.

"Are you there, Brown?" He knocked on the door, but no one in the room answered.

"Brown?"

Still no response.

Bolivar turned the handle directly, and the door was unlocked.

The room was pitch black, with a small lamp on by the bedside, and the light was dim.The quilt on the bed was bulging, and one could see that someone was lying in it, covering his head with the quilt.

"Brown?" Bolivar's eyebrows slowly frowned. Covering his head with a quilt while sleeping would lead to bad air. This is not a good habit.

"What are you doing?"

"What's the matter with you?" Bolivar tugged on the other party's quilt, touched the fabric somewhere, and felt a little damp.

A muffled voice came from inside the quilt: "I'm in a bad mood, go find Ivy."

"Let me lie here alone for a while."

Bolivar tilted his head, glanced outside, it was raining heavily, lightning and thunder, and asked subconsciously.

"Is it because you are afraid of lightning and thunder?"

"Do you want to let the little bear knight accompany you?" Bolivar thought for a while and found the teddy bear.

He pushed the bear through the gap in the quilt, and before he could do anything, the little bear was pushed out.

"Don't make trouble." The other party's voice was a little helpless.

Bolivar ignored the other party's accusation, jumped onto the bed, and pushed the person on the bed vigorously: "Holding your head with a quilt is not good for your health."

"Come out, come out." Bolivar thought of the jokes he had read on the Internet before, and his brain twitched, "If you don't come out, I'll go in!"

Before he finished speaking, he lifted the other party's quilt, followed the gap, and got in.

"!" Brown was taken aback, but avoided, and allocated a small piece of land to Bolivar.

"what are you doing--"

The two were covered with quilts, and it was pitch dark inside. Bolivar pressed up, and Brown, who was pressed underneath, struggled desperately: "Get out, it's too hot—"

"I'm fine, I'm really fine. You get out..." Brown's tone was about to collapse, and he restrained his urge to beat the other party violently.

Bolivar was caught by something, a soft ball of fluff. When he was entangled, he subconsciously reached out, took out the thing, and held it in his hand.

what is this?

"Pfft, cough cough, don't, don't touch my ribs!" Bolivar couldn't help laughing.

"Boom-"

"Hahaha, I'm going to get angry, stop!"

Bolivar waved his hand and hit the opponent's face.Then he froze for a moment, he was holding something in his hand.

Brown was also stunned for a second, he felt his teeth hit some kind of fibrous creation.

The texture of this fabric is very familiar, it seems to be the thing I wear on my feet every day.

! ! !He felt that the string in his heart exploded instantly.

"... XX! You! Sir Bolivar!"

The person on the bed sat up abruptly and pushed Bolivar away.

"Ah, bah! Bah, bah, bah!" He shook his head frantically, trying to forget the smell just now.

Bolivar didn't stop talking, and added a knife very bravely: "...There is no need to be so disgusted, that is your own sock."

The light on the top was not turned on, and the surroundings were in darkness. Bolivar couldn't see the other person's face clearly, only his exposed white teeth twisted into a ferocious smile.

Bolivar gasped, his scalp was numb, and he wanted to run subconsciously.

But the next moment Brown grabbed the hem of his trousers and pulled him back.

"!!!"

"Let go!"

"what!"

The two of them twisted together on the bed, and then they both rolled to the ground, together with the quilt and sheets, they mingled into a ball.

Bolivar worked hard in the dark several times, but due to lack of exercise, he lost the opportunity. He was rolled up with a quilt, pressed on the bed, and his fists rained down on him.

"Help! Help!" Bolivar yelled at the top of his voice, laughing as he cried.

Children's slapstick is always happy and easy to get on top of.

Hearing Bolivar's voice, Brown became even angrier: "I'll kill you! You're screaming! Shouting!"

However, the other party was laughing and laughing, not afraid at all.

"If you laugh again, I'll—" Bronka paused.

"How about you?"

"I, I, I'll chop your bear!" He seemed to have found a good opening, and instantly smoothed his tongue.

"Did you see this bear?" Brown suddenly snatched the teddy bear that was squeezed to the ground because of their fight, wiped his hand on the bed, took out a knife from nowhere, and stabbed the bear viciously.

Bolivar was stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. The cold and humid air was blown in through the gaps in the windows, making people feel chills in their bones.

Brown panted slightly, straightened his messy clothes and hair, and showed a ferocious smile.

"...Calm down?" Bolivar asked tentatively, the hairs on his back stood up.The scene changed so fast that he couldn't turn the corner.

Bolivar's scalp felt numb when he thought about the snow, so just now, was there a knife on the bed he was lying on? !

"Have something to discuss?" His tone was cautious.

He could hear the breathing on the other side, and the room was so silent that nothing could be heard except the breathing of both sides.

After a long time, Bolivar felt that his feet were a little numb, and when he suspected that he would not get an answer today, he suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Oh, it's late!" Brown's voice suddenly became louder.

"Look!" Brown's hands were very dexterous, and he cut the bear one by one without being hindered by the soft material of the bear. It was like dismembering the human trafficker before, cutting the bear to pieces.

The faint light from the street lamp outside through the window reflected on the knife, obviously not dazzling, but it made Bolivar dizzy.

The silver-white light flipped and fluctuated, allowing him to vaguely see the miserable appearance of the bear.

"Did you see it?! Next time I dare to come over, I will—" he showed a dark smile, "I will make you like this bear."

Bolivar saw the white light on the other's fingertips.

He froze in place, looking at the black shadows flying in the sky, he knew it was the wreckage, or remains, of the brown bear.

Bolivar couldn't see Brown's expression clearly, but Brown's direction was straight, and he could see Bolivar's expression.

This made Brown, who was also flustered, calm down instantly, and it was rare to experience the joy of revenge.He thought about whether to scare the other party with a few words, and then cover up today's incident. After all, if Mrs. Rosales knows about this incident...

He shivered, and before he could say anything, he heard a snap.

The lights in the house were turned on.

The glare of the light made the two people in the room squint subconsciously.

Outside the door, a woman who had been eavesdropping for an unknown amount of time slowly pushed the door in, her voice was depressing.

"Tell me, who is the same as what?"

The blood on Brown's face faded instantly, and he turned his head stiffly, like a rusty machine.He didn't expect that this scene happened to be seen.

Mrs. Rosales, didn't you have something to go out this afternoon?

Brown stood stiffly in place.

"Mom?" Seeing the person coming, the panic on Bolivar's face instantly calmed down, but the next second, when he saw Mrs. Rosales' face, his heart skipped a beat.

To be honest, with Xuedi's bowl of wine as a base, he didn't panic about what happened today.But it is not easy if the parents know about this matter.

"Hey, don't be afraid, my dear." Mrs. Rosales forced a gentle smile, and replied, and then cast a cold glance at Brown standing aside, and said casually, "Little brat, I'm I underestimated your courage."

"I don't think our family treats you kindly. You shouldn't do this kind of behavior whether it's public or private." Mrs. Rosales said with a half-smile, "I know my son has a soft personality and he might not be able to suppress it." you."

"But for this sake, it is the road to death."

"If you don't want to stay at my house, you can just tell me, I will help you." She winked at the bodyguard standing outside.

Her words were full of malice, and her whole body was filled with murderous intent.Needless to say, Brown, who was directly targeted, and Bolivar, who was standing on the other side, were furious.

Brown's reaction was very quick, and he admitted decisively. He threw the knife instantly, hugged Bolivar's waist, and shouted for help.

"Help, help Polly!"

"I was wrong, I was just making a joke!" he cried loudly, crying hoarsely, not sure how true or false, "You put the sock on my face, didn't I just hit back a little !"

"You said it at the beginning, you will cover me! You also have a part in this matter! You can't just ignore death."

"! Let it go, it's about to suffocate! Let go!" Bolivar was dragged dizzy.

"Shut up! You're going to die today!" Mrs. Rosales subconsciously yelled as she felt as if [-] mosquitoes had entered her ears, buzzing and giving her a headache.

Bolivar heard Brown's voice change again, and changed his words: "Don't come here, I will take your young master to hell with you."

"!!!!you wanna die!"

"...Anyway, I don't want to live anymore, let me die. Before I die, I can pull a back."

"Anyway, my life is worthless, it's not a loss."

"Cough, cough, cough! Let go!" Bolivar felt dizzy for a moment. He only remembered his mother's hysterical cry, but he couldn't remember how the day ended.

When there are memories again, it is a new day.

What happened in the middle, his memory is very vague.

On the day he could remember, he was looking for his mother and asking for the key to the dungeon.

Brown was not dealt with immediately by the furious Mrs. Rosales.

On a rare day, the Rosaleses were both at home.

They basked in the sun on the balcony and enjoyed afternoon tea.

"It's just a small matter, my dear." He heard Mr. Rosales say with a smile to his wife, "Let the child take care of the child's affairs."

"...Of course I have no intention of intervening, but Polly looks stupid." Mrs. Rosales glanced at Bolivar worriedly, with a hint of disgust.

Bolivar was silent for a second, feeling that his fragile heart had been severely stabbed by his mother, but soon he convinced himself that this was his mother's selfless love. Look, my mother loves me so much.

he saw rosa