cat forced to be villain

The little boy was stunned, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

"I'm short of a subordinate. Seeing that you have good qualifications, I will give you a chance to recognize me as the boss." The young man continued to lobby, "As long as you are obedient, I promise to make you popular and spicy, how about it?"

The little boy was not moved by his words, but became more vigilant.

The children of the poor are headed home early, and the living environment in the slums is even worse. Therefore, although the little boy is young, he also understands that he must pay first before he wants to get something.

He didn't think he had any special qualities that could make the other party condescend like this.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

"Tsk, are you a little dumb?" The boy frowned, "Well, you can nod if you want?"

The little boy pursed his lips and asked calmly, "Why?"

"Aren't you dumb?" The boy froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Why me?" The little boy repeated the question.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person." After saying this, the young man laughed himself, "Well, there are a lot of children in this slum, if I have any bad intentions, I should find those who are easy to cheat. ?”

The little boy pursed his lips, "If I go with you, what do I need to do?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet, let's talk about it when the time comes." The boy shrugged, "If you don't come with me in your current situation, there is a high probability that you won't survive?"

"I don't do bad things." The little boy took a deep breath, his eyes were very firm.

"Okay." The corner of the boy's mouth was slightly raised, and he stretched out his fist.

The little boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously hugged his head and curled up into a ball, protecting his soft abdomen.

He waited for a few seconds, before the beating came, and he was poked on the cheek.

"Why are you so timid?" The boy was not annoyed, he grabbed his hand and squeezed it into a fist position, and then lightly bumped him with his fist, "Then we have made an agreement now, you can mess with me, I have you covered."

The little boy stared at the boy for a few seconds, making sure that he was not joking, and then gave a soft "hmm".

"Okay, let's go." The boy said with a smile.

The little boy took a deep breath and prepared to crawl to follow.

He is tired and hungry now, the wound is still very painful, and his body has reached its limit.

But because of the hope of survival, the little boy secretly gritted his teeth and vowed not to lose him no matter what.

As a result, just as he moved his hand a little forward, his waist tightened, and his body suddenly hung in the air.

The little boy exclaimed, and when he came back to his senses, he was hugged by the young man.

He watched the other party's elegant and expensive clothes stained by the sewage on his body, his face turned pale instantly, and his black and white eyes were full of fear.

"Don't move around, be careful of falling." The boy adjusted his posture, then stuffed the umbrella into his hand, and ordered, "Grab it well."

The little boy was still very embarrassed, and whispered, "I can walk by myself."

"Both of your legs are broken, how do you walk?" The young man laughed angrily at him, and complained, "Could it be possible to crawl behind me? Those who don't know think I'm a pervert!"

little boy:"……"

He thought about the scene for a while, and it was indeed a little bit.

The little boy was silent for a moment, seeing the wet marks on the boy's body gradually spread, he finally couldn't hold back, "But the clothes—"

"Why, do you want to wash for me?" The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, "It's very good, so you're rushing to do the work?"

Without waiting for the little boy to answer, he said again, "It's not impossible to wash if you want to. The premise is that you have to take good care of your body. I'm not so crazy that I let the sick one do the work."

When he spoke, he opened his legs and walked a long way in two or three steps.

The young man didn't seem to like being quiet very much, so he took the initiative to talk to the little boy after a while, "By the way, my name is Zhao Jinghong, and my dream is to become the most powerful star thief in the interstellar world. What's your name?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, then whispered back, "Lolo."

"Where's your name?" Zhao Jinghong continued to ask.

The little boy was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"No." Zhao Jinghong was not too surprised. This situation is very common in slums. Many orphans without father and mother don't even have a name, and they all picked it up by themselves. "Then you and my surname will be called Zhao Luo ?”

The little boy opened his mouth slightly, not sure if he was serious or joking.

"Why, don't you like it?" Zhao Jinghong looked down at him.

"No." The little boy shook his head hastily.

He gripped the umbrella tightly to prevent the boy from getting caught in the rain.

Feeling the heat from the other party, looking at the small piece of world propped up by the umbrella, even though his reason told him not to trust others easily, but when he was in despair, he suddenly encountered salvation, even if it was false, Zhao Luo couldn't help it Want to covet.

After walking for a while, he suddenly remembered something and struggled.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Jinghong noticed his expression and asked directly.

"I...can I go home and get something?" Zhao Luo asked timidly.

Zhao Jinghong raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not refuse, "Yes, where is your home?"

Zhao Luo reported a location, worried that Zhao Jinghong would find it troublesome, and added cautiously, "My mother's urn is there. If I leave, I have to take it with me."

Zhao Jinghong met his pitiful puppy-like eyes, and his expression softened a lot, "Got it."

Zhao Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Jinghong knew that the child must have had a bad time, but he was still shocked when he saw the dilapidated little wooden box with his own eyes.

Zhao Luo took it for granted. He pointed to the small wooden board next to the box and said, "My mother's urn is buried there."

He wanted Zhao Jinghong to let him down and dig by himself.

As a result, Zhao Jinghong found a cleaner place to put him on, and then asked him to hold the umbrella tightly. Seeing that Zhao Luo was wet, he took off his coat and put it on him, and told him, "Sit here and wait for me."

Zhao Luo was stunned, subconsciously refusing, Zhao Jinghong had already turned around, and strode away.

He squatted halfway in front of the small wooden sign, said "excuse me" in a low voice, and then began to scrape the soil with his hands.

At this time, the rain was much lighter, but it was fine and dense, and Zhao Jinghong's body was completely wet after a while.

The white shirt on his body turned translucent when it touched the water, and stuck to his body, revealing his strong and powerful muscles.

Even though he is still underage, this stature is enough to be a deterrent.

Looking at his actions, Zhao Luo was still a little dazed.

He pinched his arm with his free hand, and the sharp pain reminded him that this was not a dream.

But... how is it possible?

Zhao Jinghong squatted on the ground, and quickly dug out the urn. He wiped off the muddy water on the outside of the urn with his sleeve, and glanced at the small box to make sure there was nothing valuable inside. Then he walked to Zhao Jinghong. In front of Luo, he passed the urn over, "Hold it firmly."

Zhao Luo took the urn in a daze, and tears fell down unconsciously.

"Why are you crying?" Zhao Jinghong flicked his forehead lightly, "Why, are you moved by me?"

He could be called an atmosphere destroyer, it was fine if he didn't open his mouth, Zhao Luo lost most of his emotions when he opened his mouth, and the tears soon stopped.

Zhao Luo looked at Zhao Jinghong's face which became more seductive after being wet by the rain, and felt that even if this person was a demon from hell, he would be willing to follow him and leave.

Looking at the much more docile little wolf cub, Zhao Jinghong raised his mouth slightly.

He picked up Zhao Luo again, walked very fast this time, and returned to the residence in about 10 minutes.

When the door was opened, the doctor who received the news had already been waiting inside. He saw Zhao Jinghong who was holding a little boy and was soaked all over. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak, "Head, what is this?"

"When I came back, I saw this little guy lying on the side of the road, so I brought it back." Zhao Jinghong put Zhao Luo on the sofa, not caring whether the good bear skin was still usable after being soaked in water.

The corner of the doctor's mouth twitched slightly when he heard his indifferent tone as if he had picked up a kitten or puppy.

However, he was also used to Zhao Jinghong's temperament, so he didn't say much.

"Check him out, I'll go up and take a shower." Zhao Jinghong waved his hand and went upstairs.

Zhao Luo looked a little panicked. Although he was still wary of Zhao Jinghong, this was the only person he knew here, so he couldn't help but feel a little dependent.

Zhao Jinghong was a free and unrestrained master, he didn't notice the pitiful eyes of the little wolf cub he just picked up, he walked fast, and disappeared upstairs in a short while.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, and I won't hurt you." The doctor smiled at Zhao Luo, and then helped him check his body.

Ten minutes later, the doctor put away the instrument, frowning tightly.

"How is his condition? Can he keep his legs?" Zhao Jinghong asked casually after changing his clothes.

"The situation is not very good. The wound was not treated in time. It is very serious now. The rotten flesh needs to be dug out and ointment is applied. It will take several months to heal completely." The doctor sighed, "But even if it is cured , it will also cause the root cause of the disease, and it will hurt every rainy day in the future.”

"It's fine if it can be cured, and we'll talk about the rest later." Zhao Jinghong didn't care.

"In addition to this, he has many traumas and is severely malnourished and needs to be carefully recuperated," the doctor added.

"You can figure it out. If you need something, just ask the account manager. You don't need to save me money." Zhao Jinghong's brain rang, and he took a look, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After speaking, he went out directly.

Looking at his back, Zhao Luo unconsciously hugged the urn in his hand tightly, as if he could gain some comfort in this way.

The doctor belongs to the Star Thief Group, and he has dealt with that group of big and three rough guys all year round. It is rare to meet a little guy who looks pretty cute, and his tone is much gentler, "Little guy, don't worry, since you are here, just take care of your wounds. People will bully you."

Having said that, Zhao Luo's heart was still agitated when he saw the huge mansion and the expensive and exquisite decorations.

Seeing that he was vigilant, the doctor took the initiative to talk to him, "By the way, what are you holding in your hand?"

Zhao Luo hesitated when he heard this.

"It's okay, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it." The doctor would not speak harshly to the child, and smiled very kindly.

Of course, some of them were brought back by Zhao Jinghong himself.

"This..." Zhao Luo pursed her lips, her voice lowered a lot, "It's my mother's urn."

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at the doctor, afraid that he would frowned like everyone else and scolded "bad luck".

The doctor was stunned for a moment, but he didn't show any disgust. He even smiled, "No wonder."

Zhao Luo wanted to ask him what he meant by these words, but was also worried about touching some secrets, so he hesitated for a moment, and then closed his mouth.

The doctor injected anesthesia on his leg, he quickly treated the wound, and then called for an assistant to help Zhao Luo take a bath and change his clothes.

Zhao Luo was terrified, but his legs were in plaster, so he couldn't do it himself, so he blushed and asked the other party to take care of him. In the end, he was sent to the arranged room and thanked him politely.

The assistant brother is very nice and loves to laugh, so Zhao Luo should not be restrained, and he can come to him if he has a wound or any trouble.

Another patient came, and the assistant brother greeted Zhao Luo and went to work.

Zhao Luo touched the quilt under his body. It was soft and clean. Although the clothes he was wearing were a bit big, they were clothes he had never seen before. For a moment, he felt like he was dreaming.

With a sound of "Di--", the door suddenly opened.

Zhao Luo was taken aback. He thought it was Zhao Jinghong who came back and wanted to arrange his next job, but it turned out that the food delivery robot came in.

The food delivery robot opened the folding table specially placed on the bed, put the food on the table one by one, said "please take it easy", and pushed the dining car away.

Zhao Luo looked at the exquisite dishes that were still steaming in front of him, his nose soured, and tears fell uncontrollably.

This meal is estimated to be made according to the food intake of an adult man, and the portion is particularly large.

It was Zhao Luo who worked so hard to make his belly round, but he was only a few years old after all, and in the end he still had one-third of his body left.

He grew up in a slum since he was a child, and he knows that the last thing in the world that cannot be wasted is food.

But I couldn't take it anymore, so I could only sullen, not knowing what to do.

If he is in good health, he can still walk two steps on the ground to digest and continue to eat, but now his legs are in plaster, there is really no way.

After a while, the food delivery robot came to clean up the dishes. Zhao Luo couldn't bear to throw these things away, so he poured them into the bowl and pushed the other dishes over.

The food delivery robot checked the tableware, found that one was missing, and tried to get the one on the table.

Zhao Luo blocked it and tried to explain that he would save it for dinner, but the food delivery robot didn't have a smart chip installed, so he couldn't understand his words at all, so he continued to extend the robotic arm to pick up the bowl.

One person and one machine, you hid me for a long time, until a "puchi" smile came from the door, Zhao Luo was so frightened that he almost put the bowl on the quilt.

He stopped in shock and looked towards the door, only to see Zhao Jinghong standing there at some point, looking at him with great interest.

Zhao Luo blushed, a little embarrassed, "Head, are you back?"

"You've adapted quite well, and you're even playing with the artificial mentally retarded?" Zhao Jinghong couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Luo blushed, "There's too much food, I can't finish it, I want to save it for the next meal, but it insists on grabbing the bowl, so I—"

As soon as he was distracted, the bowl was snatched by the food delivery robot.

Zhao Luo let out an "hey", propped his hands on the bed, and tried to snatch it back.

"What's so delicious about leftovers? You're in poor health, so you need to eat something fresh." Zhao Jinghong walked to the bed and tapped his head lightly. I can't bear it."

"But it's not good to waste it." Zhao Luo replied in a low voice.

"So if you stretch yourself out or eat stale food and cause physical problems, then just spend more money to see a doctor?" Zhao Jinghong glanced at Zhao Luo, with disapproval on his face.

Due to long-term starvation, Zhao Luo was skinny and skinny, which made his belly round and round, as if there was a watermelon in it, which was scary to look at.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it. I'll be angry next time." Zhao Jinghong said with a stern face knowing that the child would eat hard food or soft food.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Luo immediately lowered his head, his face full of guilt.

"You should not tell me that you are sorry, but you should tell yourself that you are sorry. After all, it is your own body that is hurting."

Zhao Luo stared at him blankly, even though his rationality tried his best to warn him not to trust others, his heart still unconsciously shifted towards Zhao Jinghong.