Reborn Shanshui Family

Chapter 258 The Autistic Boy

The little boy, neither crying nor fussing, just stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Beibei on the other side of the glass, and even unconsciously reached out to touch it.

Li Jiabin felt that something was wrong, he chased him to the house and stood still, wouldn't it be a little pervert.

"Sir, if you don't give a reasonable explanation, I can only call the police." Li Jiabin said to the white-haired old man with a cheeky face. If this little guy is really a pervert, wouldn't his daughter be very upset? Safety.

The white-haired old man smiled wryly, sighed and replied, "I'm sorry to bother you. We are members of the Rockefeller family, and this is our young master, Owen Rockefeller. Our young master has autism since he was a child, and he doesn't speak, but his intelligence It's normal, with an IQ of [-], smarter than ordinary children. Today, the young master saw your daughter say a few words for the first time. You must know that the last time the young master spoke a sentence was three months ago.

If he was an adult, Li Jiabin could still use strong means to make him leave.But the other party is just a child, he can't say, he can't beat him, otherwise even if the police come, he will turn the reasonable side into the unreasonable one. .There are not many people with the surname Rockefeller in the United States, especially if there are people with such a situation, there are even fewer.If you want to head-to-head, you have to weigh whether you have the ability.

"Then does your young master have any violent tendencies?" Just now he saw the little guy hugging his daughter and refusing to let go, "You also know that my daughter is less than five years old, she is a child, and she is easily bullied. Hurt. As their father, I can't be careless."

The white-haired old man shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, absolutely not! The young master has no friends because of his autism, and there are only a few pet dogs at home. The young master takes care of him every day and has never been rough." The old man was also very embarrassed, because before The young master doesn't have the energy to get along with children at all, and he doesn't know if he will be special to others.

Li Jiabin heard this, why did he feel so awkward!His daughter is a good girl, how can she be compared with a pet dog?

"Oh, that's good." It's good if you can't hit people with your hands, at least it won't hurt Beibei. Turning to look at the little boy standing still, he asked, "You guys should take him back."

The white-haired old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "If he listened to me, we would have left just now beside the highway. Young master really wants to be friends with your daughter, I sincerely ask you, can you let me Let's get along for a while longer. If the young master does something that hurts your daughter, I will stop it immediately and forcefully take the young master away. "

When Li Jiabin heard it, he felt embarrassed, but seeing the begging eyes of the old man, he thought that if his child was also autistic, he believed that he would beg others in the same way.How could this handsome, handsome boy have autism?Look at the children in their family, one by one are cute, smart, lively and cheerful.

Unknowingly, Li Jiabin has been running farther and farther on the road of super daddy, and he is unmatched by anyone!
"Then wait a moment, I'll discuss it with my wife, and if she agrees, I'll let him in. If you don't agree, then please leave as soon as possible." Li Jiabin said in a deep voice, doing so would not offend anyone.If they were really members of the Rockefeller family, he couldn't afford to provoke them, at least not here.The circles of the Zhou family and the Li family are in Asia, not in the United States.

The white-haired old man nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you so much."

Li Jiabin went in, leaving only Zhao Ming.

After hearing about it, Qin Qing asked in surprise, "Another autism?"

This time it was Li Jiabin who became curious and asked, "Have you seen other people with autism before?"

"Uncle Zhang." Qin Qing smiled, "You didn't expect that, did you?"

"No way, isn't he very healthy?" Li Jiabin asked back, "It doesn't look like he has autism."

"Don't believe me if you tell me. Uncle Zhang not only has autism, but also has Alzheimer's disease and anorexia. That time my sister-in-law was injured and hospitalized. He liked to eat our food, and then he stayed at our house. I don't know. What's the matter, after arriving at my house, I was able to eat, and gradually my head became clearer, and I was willing to talk. After more than a year, it was completely healed." Qin Qing replied.

When Li Jiabin heard this, his heart felt like a turbulent sea, and he asked, "Could it be that you and the children are the kind of people who bring good luck to you?"

Qin Qing pretended not to understand, and replied: "It's not a matter of good luck, but I heard that people with autism lack love, or are stimulated by some kind of stimulation, so they don't talk and shut themselves up. That uncle Zhang After arriving at our house, many people talked with him, and his son and grandson also realized that they didn't care about Uncle Zhang before, so they gradually got better."

Li Jiabin nodded and said: "In the past, there were also orphanages. Although I was not autistic, I still didn't talk. After Jiajie came, I returned to normal."

Qin Qing struggled to stand up, looked at the little boy outside through the window, softened her heart, and said, "Little guy, it's very pitiful to stand outside alone. Although someone behind him held a parasol for him, but now outside It's the hottest time of the day."

"Then let's let them in?" Li Jiabin asked for Qin Qing's opinion.

Qin Qing thought for a while and said, "Well, it's not the way to welcome guests by standing outside all the time. But he stared at Beibei, didn't he like my daughter?"

Li Jiabin supported his forehead, it was really difficult to explain, and said: "Honey, she is only seven or eight years old, our daughter is only four years old, not five years old, isn't it a bit early to say this now!"

"That's true." Qin Qing nodded, "Another child who lacks love."

Li Jiabin went down, opened the door, and said to the white-haired old man, "You can call me Lee, and you can bring Owen in."

The white-haired old man knew that the other party was not malicious, and thanked him and said, "Thank you so much, you can call me Lawrence."

Behind his father, Qin Bei came out from the door, poked his head out, and said, "Little brother, grandpa, you can come in now. We are going to have lunch soon, come over and eat together."

"Okay!" The little boy smiled and said softly.

Lawrence almost burst into tears of gratitude, and led the little boy in.

When Mr. Li and Mr. Qin came back from the backyard, they saw an old man and a young man added to the house, and asked curiously, "Who are they?"

Li Jiabin explained, then smiled wryly and said, "A child with autism."

"If you don't leave, don't leave. Come and eat." Mr. Li said very straightforwardly. The old man has already guessed from their surnames, manners, and clothes. He and Old Rockefeller have met several times. This little boy The child seems to be the grandson of the old guy.

Yingzi gave each of them half a glass of juice first, and seeing another child came, he asked, "Little baby, what flavor of juice do you want to drink?"

The little boy Owen didn't speak, and pointed to Beibei's cup.Yingzi understood, and took a glass of pear water, which Beibei liked the most.

Because it was time to eat, Yingzi only served half a small cup for everyone.Wang Wu and Zhao Ming have already helped put the food on the table and put away the serving chopsticks and tableware.

Mr. Li can speak English, and he had already had a good chat with Lawrence. Seeing that he was ready, he said, "Let's have lunch together. We all eat Chinese food at home. I wonder if you like it?"

"I like it, I like it." In fact, Lawrence has never eaten Chinese food at all, but now people are hospitable, so he can't help but know what's good and what's wrong.

Seeing that Lawrence and Owen couldn't use chopsticks, Yingzi brought the knife and fork.

Lawrence saw that there were knives and forks, so he didn't continue to use chopsticks, but Owen was very stubborn and didn't know how to use them, so he learned and insisted on not using knives and forks.

Sitting next to the little boy Owen, Qin Bei saw that he was very difficult to use the chopsticks, picked up the food with the serving chopsticks, put it in Owen's bowl, and said, "This is braised pork, my favorite. How about you If you are skinny, eat more."

Kid Owen was very kind, turned his head, thanked him and said, "Thank you." He tried to pick up the braised pork in the bowl with chopsticks again.Huang Tian paid off, finally after dropping it more than a dozen times, he picked up a large piece of red meat and put it in his mouth.

Lawrence was shocked countless times today. In the past, the young master was not talkative and didn't like meat. He only ate vegetables and bread.This is not the most awkward thing, the young master has never eaten with guests or outside restaurants except at his own home and grandfather's home.But today, I did all the things I don't usually do today.

The braised pork was simmered on low heat for two hours. It was so smooth and tender that it melted in your mouth. Owen's eyes lit up and he nodded and said, "It's delicious."

When Owen's child was about to eat the fourth piece of braised pork, Qin Bei frowned and asked, "The other dishes are also delicious." He put a few fish balls into Owen's bowl with a spoon.

The child seemed to have a big appetite, and ate three fish balls, two fried spring rolls, Sixi balls, and vegetables in a row.

Lawrence was stunned. The young master's meal was equivalent to what he ate the previous day.

Fortunately, children don't have much appetite, Qin Bei stopped eating, and kid Owen didn't eat either.

"My name is Alice. This is my brother Bao'er, and this is my cousin Jack." Qin Bei introduced, "We are friends now, can you tell us your name?"

"Owen Rockefeller." Owen replied softly, with a more vivid expression on his face.

"Are you full?" Qin Bei asked.

"It's full, it's delicious, thank you." Owen replied politely.

"Which school do you go to?" Qin Bei kept asking like a chatterer, and had long forgotten how Owen made her cry just now.

Owen frowned slightly, thought for a while, and replied, "I go to school at home."

Qin Bei heard that it was pitiful to go to school alone at home without friends, and said, "Oh, you are so pitiful!"

(End of this chapter)