Before I became the legendary boss

He Rong sneezed, buried himself in the lamb skin and shivered.The temperature difference between day and night on this island is very large. Sometimes you can wear only a thin shirt during the day, but at night it will be so cold that you doubt your life.Originally, the system equipped each player with a high-tech thermal sleeping bag, but the sleeping bag was taken away by the auction house along with the backpack.He wrapped himself tighter, trying desperately to warm his chilly body.Mrs. Alma is not by his side, she is very busy tonight and cannot stay with him all the time, and He Rong will not let her stay - he has already caused her too much trouble.

The most important thing now is to avoid getting sick and dying... He Rong sniffed and clicked on his phone, and spent 100 points to buy cold and fever-reducing tablets to take.The medicine in the mall took effect very quickly, and he immediately fell into a drowsy sleep.

At the same time, at the main entrance of the mansion, Mr. Davis was seeing off the guests with the butler Albert, apologizing for the unexpected episode that happened tonight.

[Sorry for the shock, but I hope this didn't disturb your enjoyment of tonight's feast. ]

Guests have said they have not been affected.Until Viscount Brook took his 8-year-old son and stood in front of Mr. Davis with a guilty face.

[It is I who should apologize, Mr. Davis. ] He pulled his son, who was crying loudly, to the front of him. [I have already figured out the cause of the incident. It was this bastard who led other troublemakers to chase after your "pet", knocked over several tables, and forced it to jump into the fountain! ]

If it wasn't for etiquette and face, Viscount Brook would have hung up this kid on the spot to give him a whip!

Mr. Davis frowned and said nothing, while Mr. Albert responded with a smile on behalf of his master.

[It is a good thing that the lad has spirit. ]

[I'm really sorry, I will compensate you for all losses tonight, including spilled drinks and broken decorations. ]

[You are too polite, Viscount Brooke, your friendship and trust are our greatest gain tonight. ]

After Viscount Brook apologized again, he kicked his son's ass and left angrily.Facing the cool evening wind tonight, Mr. Albert said to the still silent Mr. Davis.

[It's a good night tonight, isn't it? ]

If you analyze Blake von Davis with the composition table, then more than 90.00% of his five are composed of fairness and correctness.For him, desire and affection are impurity elements that must be reduced; they only invite mistakes and losses.

To others, it may be a trivial matter to misunderstand their servants, but to Mr. Davis, this can only prove one thing-he made a wrong judgment in a moment of anger, which is a kind of A complete disgrace.

A gentleman's upbringing did not allow him to ignore his mistakes, so as soon as the send-off was over, Mr. Davies went to the servant's bedroom.

[I'm sorry sir, this little guy has been frightened too much tonight, it has fallen asleep. ]

Mrs. Alma led him to look at the bed by the window.There was a small figure wrapped in lambskin, but still shaking, as if suffering from the cold in a dream.

[It...why is it so afraid of the cold? ]

[Probably because it's hairless, sir.The evening wind, cool to us, is like a knife to it. ]

What a poor little guy.Mrs. Alma was on the verge of tears.

Mr. Davis frowned. [It jumped into the fountain tonight...was it sick? ]

[I touched its head just now, the temperature is not high.but……]

Mrs. Alma didn't say the rest of the sentence, but Mr. Davies understood at once.They and its perception of temperature are different.Even if the little guy had a fever tonight, they couldn't be sure.

[Alma, go get the vet to take a look. ]

Mr. Davies stared at the little black sticking out.There was a burst of unhappiness in my heart.

If this "pet" dies because of his own misjudgment...

Mr. Davis looked out the window into the night, and did not speak for a long time.

***

The next morning, He Rong woke up to the sound of birds singing, feeling that his fever had subsided.As soon as Mrs. Alma saw him open his eyes, she thanked God aloud for her protection.She said that the veterinarian had been here in the middle of the night yesterday, but because of his special constitution, he dared not prescribe medicine casually.

[Thanks my father!God, if you can't wake up...]

Mrs. Alma's proud red-brown fur looked listless, and He Rong guessed that she must have been worried all night.He thought for a while, pointed to the letter paper and quill on the desk, and asked Mrs. Alma to bring them to him.

"Thank you." The pen was heavy, and He Rong wrote very slowly. "My body is fine, don't worry."

He had read the newspaper before, and the words in the newspaper were consistent with those outside the copy, but He Rong didn't know if the words he wrote could be understood by the NPC in this copy.

Alma's eyes widened, as if she had seen a miracle.

[God, you can write,] She took a step back, [My god, you are really a messenger sent from heaven! ]

She yelled Mr. Albert's name and rushed out of the room, and He Rong couldn't understand her mood.Just like one day when the cat at home suddenly typed on the keyboard, anyone would be very excited to change it.

Surprisingly, it was not the butler Albert who walked into the room shortly after, but Mr. Davis.

The other party's height is close to 3 meters, and the space is filled with oppressive feeling instantly after stepping into the room.He is full of coldness and luxury, like a king who has been baptized by the night.He walked to He Rong's bedside, and just quietly looked down at him like this, He Rong could only silently accept his review.

After a while, Mr. Davis asked.

[You can write? ]

He Rong was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

[Why didn't you say it earlier? ]

He Rong thought about it.Pick up the quill and write.

"I'm not sure if you guys can understand."

Mr. Davis was silent for a while.

[What happened last night, if you don’t write the truth, no one may know in the end. ]

He Rong: The truth?What truth?Was it about being chased by a brat and running around the house? ?

In fact, He Rong couldn't be blamed for this. No one could immediately accept the setting of being treated as a pet, so he never thought of suing him.

So He Rong wrote, "I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, I really didn't mean it."

Mr. Davis frowned, staring at the words he had written.

"In the future, I will pay attention to running to places where there are no people."

Until now, He Rong thinks that Mr. Davis is here to investigate the matter of his ruining the banquet last night. From the very beginning, he didn't blame the other party for his falling into the water and getting sick, so he can't understand Mr. Davis's mood at the moment .And Mr. Davis was in the self-blame of wrongly blaming his "pet", and he was even more surprised when he found that the other party was far more intelligent than cats and dogs and could write.

Why not ask for help if you can write?This is Mr. Davis' confusion.If he had known early on that He Rong was hiding because of those energetic young masters, he would have stepped in to stop it, and he would not have misunderstood it as a joke.Not to mention leaving it alone in the room so that it almost died of illness.

And He Rong was also at a loss here.He couldn't figure out how Mr. Davies, who had been furious the night before, had turned up at his bedside with a good voice after one night.The other party didn't kick him out, or sell him to the circus to eat bananas, which is already considered as merciful.

This is a very common scene in modern society where the owner and the pet cannot understand each other.When you come home after a hard day and pet your cat and feel happy, your cat may be thinking in his heart that this social animal is really not good, and it will be as if he died every day when he comes home empty-handed.

In the end, it was Mr. Davis who hurriedly left the room in some embarrassment, leaving He Rong who was just recovering from a serious illness on the bed with a dazed expression.

[Albert, I heard that someone has written a "New Species Identification Report", please bring it to me. ]

[Yes, sir. ]

After this incident, Mrs. Alma became more nuanced and caring for her little one.In her imagination, this poor little guy was not only separated from his siblings at birth, but also malnourished!Get sick when the wind blows!Her heart was crushed by this terrible fact (?), and she was thinking about what to eat for her little one all day long.But her little baby seems to be unable to stand human food, and it hardly touches the nutritious animal offal (He Rong: Can you believe it in raw pork liver).It is enough to eat a small bite of bread every day.And it doesn't seem to like sports, sitting there all day long and homesick, it's heart-wrenching to watch, if there is something to relieve its boredom, that would be great.

She shared her full of apprehensions with Mr Albert, who thereafter seems to have relayed them to the Master.The master also remembered this matter, and even took time out of his busy schedule to visit and brought books to it.Mrs. Alma thought, the master is really the most kind-hearted lord here.She happily gave the little one a box in which to store these expensive-looking books.Most of them are fairy tale picture books.Looks like new, some may have been bought on purpose.Mrs. Alma again sincerely praised her master's generosity and kindness.