Act like a spoiled brat in the arms of the paranoid master Yao

Chapter 123 Smart little guy
The warmth from the neck brought Lan Xiaobao back to his senses, his eyes were clear, and he no longer showed any sluggishness.

"Uncle Li, that person said, you are my father, my biological child, and you and my mother had me. Is it true?"

He asked cautiously, but also with disbelief.

Li Xuyao ​​backed away, turned his face away, wiped away the tears on his face, then turned his head, looked at the little guy, and said seriously: "It's true."

"...Then why don't you recognize us?" Lan Xiaobao looked at him with doubts in his big eyes.

"I..." Li Xuyao ​​choked up, and said, "I'm sorry Xiaobao, because of some accidents, I forgot you."

"Forgot...?" Lan Xiaobao pondered for a moment in her little head and asked, "Then do you remember now?"

Li Xuyao ​​shook his head: "That memory has not come back."

Lan Xiaobao: "So what you said in front of Mr. Li is serious. You don't believe that I will be your son, and you don't believe that my mother will be your former lover, right?"

"No." Facing a child, Li Xuyao ​​was not sloppy at all. He said very seriously, "Before that, I had doubts, but I didn't have that memory, so I was very contradictory. Later, I had to let Your Uncle Fu did the appraisal for us. I went to get the result today, and when I came back, I heard that you were taken away by Mr. Li.

"I originally planned to send you back before he knew. As long as you stay away from his sphere of influence, you are relatively safe. I didn't expect him to know so quickly."

Li Xuyao ​​took a look at his appearance and put water in the bathtub.

Then he picked up the shower head and said, "Come here."

Lan Xiaobao squirmed, didn't move for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I'll do it myself, I can wash."

Li Xuyao ​​was silent for a while: "I want to wash for you."

Lan Xiaobao was taken aback.

Li Xuyao ​​put down the nozzle and walked over.

He took off his wet clothes, and when he took off his panties, the little guy woke up suddenly, and stepped back, with a defensive look on his face.

Li Xuyao ​​was helpless, knowing that he was not used to it, so he didn't continue, but pulled him over.

"Your end is full of mud. Let me wash the mud for you first, and then let you wash it yourself?"

"……it is good."

Lan Xiaobao's mood at the moment was anticipation and awkwardness.

He hasn't had a father since he was a child, and he doesn't know what it's like to have a father.

But he knew that even if they were the same person, Uncle Li and Dad were different after all.

As for the difference, he didn't know yet.

Feeling the thugs running through his hair, he felt that it seemed to be not bad.

It was also the first time for Li Xuyao ​​to do this, not to mention that the object was his own son, so the feeling in his heart was quite complicated.

However, it doesn't seem to be bad.

In this way, one learns to be a father for the first time, and the other learns to be a son for the first time.

After the mud on Lan Xiaobao's body was clean, Li Xuyao ​​wiped him with a dry towel.

A fair and pleasant little face was revealed.

While washing his body, he saw the big and small wounds on the little guy's body, and his face darkened slightly.

When he was young, when he first came into contact with those trainings, he couldn't be more aware of the hardship.

Never thought that one day, his son would go on the road he walked again.

Seeing that his mood was not right, Lan Xiaobao glanced at his body, and comforted him in turn, saying: "Don't worry, this little injury is fine, if I don't want to stay, it will heal soon. I don't like My mother has a blood clotting disorder, so I can't have injuries on my body. I don't have those problems, and I have some injuries, but nothing else. If it weren't for fear of their suspicion, these injuries would not be left on my body at all."

The phrase "father" came to his lips, and he swallowed it back.

This title was too unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't get used to it for a while.

Li Xuyao ​​frowned.

In order to convince him, Lan Xiaobao covered a wound with her little hand. After a while, let alone a wound, there was not even a trace of it. Her skin was delicate and fair, just like a newborn baby.

It suddenly occurred to Li Xuyao ​​that Si Lan had done the same thing after drinking.

So, is it genetic?
Si Lan is not from the Si family, but her mother is from the Jian family. She has never heard of any special ability. Could it be that it came from her biological father?
"Look, am I right?" Lan Xiaobao said proudly.

"Yeah." Li Xuyao ​​took his little hand, "Xiaobao is very powerful, and he has a sense of propriety in doing things. Your mother taught you very well. However, this kind of ability cannot be used in front of outsiders in the future, you know? Otherwise, I'm afraid It will lead to disaster.”

Lan Xiaobao tilted her head and smiled: "But you are not an outsider. Mom also said that you can't use it in front of others. Don't worry, I will remember it."

"Okay, let's wash it quickly." Li Xuyao ​​patted his head, "I'm no longer a mud boy, the water in the bathtub is hot, can I like it?"

Lan Xiaobao nodded: "Yes."

"Then you can wash it yourself." Li Xuyao ​​got up, put Huanxi's clothes where he could reach them, and said, "Call me if you need anything, don't be embarrassed."

After leaving the bathroom, he entered the little guy's room and waited quietly.

After a while, looking at the time, he felt that he should be out soon, he got up, went back to his own room through the secret passage, and opened the door.

Go downstairs and go to the kitchen.

Seeing a busy figure inside, he frowned slightly.

"You came out?" He Ying said with a smile, "Xiao Bao got caught in the rain today, cook some ginger soup for him to drive away the cold, so as not to catch a cold and suffer in vain."

Li Xuyao ​​was silent for a moment, and went back without saying anything.

When he returned to Lan Xiaobao's room again, the little guy had already come out, holding a hair dryer.

He walked over: "I'll come."

"Okay." Lan Xiaobao handed it to him obediently.

Li Xuyao ​​let him sit on the sofa, and he sat beside him, turning on the warm wind and blowing it slowly.

Lan Xiaobao seemed to be a little dissatisfied with such a leisurely way: "You can turn on a strong wind, and it will be blown in a while."

Li Xuyao: "The wind is too hot, it's not good for the scalp, it's better if this kind of wind comes slowly."

"..." Lan Xiaobao said sullenly, "Okay."

Then yawned.

He was a little sleepy, and wanted to finish blowing quickly so that he could sleep.

Not to mention that I didn't take a nap today, but I also concentrated all afternoon. Now I took a bath comfortably, and besides wanting to sleep, I still want to sleep.

Seeing the little guy's distress, Li Xuyao ​​pursed his thin lips tightly, and subconsciously sped up the movements of his hands.

Ten minutes later, the sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, followed by a knock on the door.

Li Xuyao ​​went to open the door, saw He Ying standing outside, and said, "Come in."

He Ying put the glass in her hand on the table, and said with concern: "Xiaobao, this is ginger soup. You can drink a cup, so as not to suffer when you are sick. Dinner will be ready in a while, I specially ordered, let Cook something you like."

Lan Xiaobao said politely, "Thank you, Aunt He."

He Ying smiled and said, "Then you go ahead, I'll go out first."

The door closed again, and the father and son looked at each other.

Li Xuyao ​​brought the ginger soup over, tested the temperature, and saw that it was no longer hot, so he passed it over: "Drink it."

Lan Xiaobao didn't like this thing very much, but he has always been well-behaved.

Everyone is doing it for his own good. When it rains at home, his mother will let him drink it.

So, even if he didn't like it, he took it obediently and drank it.

"Good." Xia Mochen stroked his furry head.

After a while, He Ying came again and asked for dinner.

Li Xuyao ​​returned to his room first, and then walked out from there.

A meal, with different thoughts, just passed away.

Lan Xiaobao went to bed after washing up, not in a hurry to fall asleep, and looked at the closet from time to time, as if waiting for something.

As expected, it didn't take long before there was a commotion in the closet.

Li Xuyao, who was washing the dishes, came out in his nightgown.

Lan Xiaobao consciously lifted his quilt and motioned for him to come up.

Li Xuyao ​​laughed, took the medicine bottle in his hand, sat on the bed, and said lightly: "Come here."

Seeing the object in his hand, the little guy understood, curled his lips, reluctantly rubbed it over, and took off his clothes very consciously.

Under the bright light, those large and small wounds were clearly visible.

Even if I already know the special ability of the little guy, I still feel distressed.

"If it hurts, say it."

Lan Xiaobao: "Okay."

He promised so, but when the medicine was applied, he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

After putting away the medicine, Li Xuyao ​​put his clothes back on and asked him to lie down in the bed, and he also lay down in bed.

The father and son leaned against the soft head of the bed and fell silent for a moment.

"Did you have many injuries like me before?" Lan Xiaobao said first.

Li Xuyao ​​turned his head, looked at him, and replied affirmatively, "Yes."

At that time, he was more terrifying than the little guy today.

Because he is not like a little guy, he has been taught since he was a child, and he has extraordinary martial arts.

Being able to survive those trainings all depends on the belief condensed from the hatred in his heart, and that kind of ruthlessness.

But how could he tell the truth to the little guy beside him?
"I did the math. Today I defeated a not-so-vicious tiger, walked on a very narrow single-plank bridge, listened to gunshots for an unknown amount of time, and participated in a shootout called escape. This is the first time I know , It turns out that the so-called training of a family like the Li family is like this. A little carelessness, or a little soft-heartedness, will end in death.

"I have been practicing martial arts with my grandfather for many years. Those so-called actual combat training are all fake and deceitful. They are all giving way to me. If I lose, I will be encouraged, and if I win, I will be praised. That kind of training, today The scene is completely the gap between children and adults.

"After the end, I have been thinking, how did you survive in the first place? Was it more difficult than me? I didn't feel bitter, but I loved you more. These are not problems for me. I If you can handle it, don't worry, and don't tell mom too much.

"If she finds out, maybe she will force her way in. I don't want her to get hurt. You know, she has a blood clotting disorder, and she has a rare blood type. Once she gets hurt, it will be very dangerous. And this house is full of old people. Man, it's not easy to break in without getting hurt? So, I beg you, don't tell her, okay?
"Old Li is just training me and has no intention of killing me. What's more, as you said, he knows the relationship between me and you. I think he won't do me any harm. As long as I carry After these trainings, you will be fine. Before you are sure, don’t take risks for me.”

Lan Xiaobao looked at him, blinking her big eyes, waiting for his answer.

Li Xuyao ​​pulled him into his arms and said firmly, "I won't let you live such a life of fear."

Lan Xiaobao: "I know not, but I also know that you are not ready to fight against Old Man Li. Dad...Dad, don't blame yourself, you didn't mean to forget us, I don't blame you Don't come to us anymore.

"And this time, I ran up to Mr. Li on my own initiative, and it was my own who delivered it to his door, which made him suspicious. It's not your fault, nor anyone's fault. Fate should Is that so?"

If he had known about this relationship before he came in, he might have barged in too.

Moreover, there will be more worries.

No matter what, you can't run away.

This child is so transparent that he doesn't look like a child at all, but more like an adult.

What kind of environment has brought up such a him?
Their life in those few years must have been very difficult, right?

"Persist for a few more days, and soon, all of this will be over." At this moment, Li Xuyao ​​couldn't say anything else. This child is so smart, so there is no need to say too much, "Remember, no matter what you encounter In such a situation, everything, take your own safety as the most important thing, do what you can, don't take risks. Your mother is still waiting for you to go back, you will not let her down, right?"

"Of course." Lan Xiaobao said naturally, "How can I be such a stupid person, I simply don't deserve to be my mother's son."

That arrogant look, if it had a tail, it would have been raised to the sky.

But this small appearance is damn cute.

Li Xuyao ​​patted his head: "It's getting late, go to sleep, you have to go to war tomorrow, so you can recharge your energy so that you can deal with it better."

"...Okay." Lan Xiaobao had been sleepy for a long time, and had been holding on all the time. Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions now, he yawned reassuringly, and then put his little hand on his neck, She leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "Good night, Dad."

The last two words were very soft, but Li Xuyao ​​still heard them clearly.

He leaned down and kissed the little guy on the forehead: "Good night."

Lan Xiaobao was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He closed his eyes, touched his forehead, curved his lips upwards, and soon fell asleep.

Looking at the sleeping little guy beside him, Li Xuyao ​​didn't feel sleepy at all.

(End of this chapter)