I raised 100 villain brothers

Chapter 269
The rich children of Yaocheng had never seen Chu Luochuan in the past, and they didn't accept his aloofness, so they teased him in private by criticizing and gossiping about his 'biological mother unknown'.

"I heard that his mother was a woman of unknown origin, who disappeared after giving birth to him."

"Could it be that woman?"

"In my opinion, it's either an actor or a prostitute!"

"I'm afraid it was sent to the countryside in the past to avoid embarrassment. That kind of woman must not be able to bear the loneliness. Master Chu went over to take a look, hey! I was cuckolded."

In Chu Luochuan's memory, he has no impression of his biological mother. How his biological mother disappeared, his father never wanted to mention it.

Even the old Patriarch Chu and the old lady, under his questioning, only said, "On the way back to see your grandfather, he died of illness."

And who is the grandfather's family?

He doesn't know anymore.

The children from the wealthy family in Yaocheng criticized his mother, and after he heard it, it hit a vague pain point in his heart.

On the same day, he called all the rich kids who talked too much together, and singled them out.

In the end, he wounded five rich children and was beaten by the remaining five, shocking the entire city of Yao.

After Chu Shihong heard about this incident, although he didn't know the inside story of his son's beating, he was even more distressed that his son was beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face, so he went to various houses to ask for an explanation. The son is used to lawlessness.

So he pretended to reprimand him, "It's not proper to beat someone!"

Chu Luochuan, whose limbs were stiffened by bandages, was lying on the hospital bed and frowned, "What's wrong with beating people! I will beat anyone who feels uncomfortable! It's not just a day or two!"

The two people, who are both like steel bars, made the father-son relationship, which was already unfamiliar and needed to be cultivated, very rigid for a while, and for many years, they had no choice but to give up treatment.

Not long after, Chu Shihong, who had lost his wife for more than ten years, married his second wife, Yun Qiushui. Chu Luochuan couldn't see the love between Chu Shihong and Yun Qiushui, and his relationship with his biological father and stepmother became even worse.

Right now, it's time for lunch.

Chu Luochuan took a follower out of the mansion before, but he hasn't come back yet, it seems that he will not be seen at the dinner table.

Aunt Yun frowned and muttered, "What can I do to him? It's just that I don't have any parents at such a young age, and I have to run out every time even for a meal. Do you think I'm an eyesore?"

Master Chu snorted coldly, "It's all used to!"

Afterwards, Yun Qiushui was comforted by a gentle voice, and she took the well-behaved Nanluo to dinner. The little girl was sensible and sweet, and she was not the kind of scheming to please adults. Both the couple liked her.

afternoon.

Yun Qiushui took her by the hand and showed her the room, which was opposite Chu Luochuan, and it was well furnished.

Alan packed her luggage for her, she took a shower and changed her clothes, and woke up from a nap. Aunt Yun asked the servant to bring over fruits and snacks. She sat by the window, biting a red bean cake, and looking down.

He saw Chu Luochuan.

The boy came back impatiently, with a vicious look of 'I'm not easy to mess with'. Under the sun, his face was covered with a layer of glistening sweat, and the attendant behind him was fanning him with his hands.

I don't know what the attendant leaned over and said something in his ear, which made his handsome and thin face frown, and he jumped up suddenly, raised his hand so that he could slap the attendant's head hard.

This follower is too tall.

It makes him a little petite.

Seeing that the attendant was afraid that he would jump up and hit someone again, he ran away with his head in his arms, and the little girl sitting in front of the window on the second floor chuckled.

When Chu Luochuan downstairs heard the sound, he stared over suddenly.

The pupils of the eyes were dark, the whites of the eyes were clean, the young boy's fierce pupils were sharp, and the corners of his lips were straightened, showing no warmth towards her.

If you laugh again, he will eat people.

Nanluo remembered what Aunt Yun said not long ago, "He's just a little mad dog, biting people recklessly, and no one can control him."

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Chu Luochuan saw that the girl seemed to be choking with fright, and slowly stuffed the remaining half of the pastry into his mouth. His cheeks were swollen, his eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, and he retreated from the window.

Then, a slender little hand appeared in the sunny window, and quietly pulled the beige curtain closed.

The entourage Ah Wang ran back at some point, and smiled innocently, "Young master, she is so beautiful! She is so beautiful, no wonder it has only been here for a long time, and the maids at home all said that Miss Nan——"

"Oh, why do I only see that her mind is not bright?"

at dinner time.

Nan Luo went downstairs and saw Chu Luochuan with wet hair, who was being arranged by Master Chu to sit opposite her.

The boy had just finished taking a bath, and the skin on his face was covered with light mist. In the early summer night, he couldn't bear his impetuous temper and was greedy for cold, so he only wore a light and plain white long coat, and his hair was wet and smooth, like A lot more docile.

He was the only one who buried himself in the meal, wishing he could leave the other three at the table earlier, the lamp cast warm light on his cheeks, and the side of his high nose bridge was buried in the dim dusk.

The dim light outside the window also hit the face of the girl opposite, but it made her face pale in the twilight.

During the meal, she was in a daze twice. Aunt Yun noticed that she thought she was missing Nan's meal.

A woman who should be a mother can't help being flooded with maternal love. Chu Luochuan can't be the object of flooding. An obedient little girl like Nanluo can always make her release affection.

"Come." Yun Qiushui brought food to the little girl.

A piece of bright red meat wrapped in sauce fell on the white glutinous rice, and the sauce quickly scented the plump rice grains.

The little girl regained her senses and heard the woman's gentle voice say:

"From now on, you can tell Aunt Yun what you like to eat. Now is the age of growing your body. The Chu family will feed you until you are white and fat. When you go back, you can give your parents an explanation."

"En." Nanluo nodded obediently.

After taking a bite of the flesh, the consciousness is not consciously separated from the persona, thinking that the original self rarely experiences this kind of maternal love.

It was difficult even to see her mother.

She couldn't help but feel a sore nose, and after replacing herself as Nan Luo, she thought of the original plot, her parents would pass away soon, and they would never see each other again.

The little girl sniffed, and before she knew it, the other three people on the table stopped and looked at her.

"?" She was confused.

But they noticed that her eyes were slightly red, her clear eyes were soaked with moisture, and the tip of her nose and chin were red.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables." Master Chu coughed lightly. The elders didn't understand the little girl's sad thoughts about leaving home. They thought that she was so sensible and didn't want adults to worry about it.

Aunt Yun picked up another bunch of vegetables for her, and took care of Chu Luochuan who was cooking in a muffled voice.

Who would have thought that this brat seemed to have made a mistake, pushed away the food she picked up, raised half of his eyebrows, and said fiercely to the person opposite, "I don't like staying at Chu's house, you can go back tomorrow!"

He is not happy.

I have to cry there every meal, and maybe I will hide under the quilt at night and sob.

Wouldn't it disturb him from sleeping?
Chu Luochuan never thought that even if the little girl wept, her voice would be very small, and it would definitely not reach his ears through the quilt and the door. He just thought of her crying, which made him upset.

(End of this chapter)