Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 12 Keep My Grandmother Safe

That's it?That's it?That's it?

What is this guy thinking?

——I want to poke him with a carrot every day
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After Ji Jiujiu entered the door, she moved cautiously, for fear that with a flick of her fingers, the small broken ground would collapse.

Although it is May now, the environment in the basement is still damp and cold. The little girl is delicate and airy, and the temperature difference between inside and outside is too big. She sneezed several times just after staying in it for 2 minutes.

Fu Qi has never been a squeamish character, he has grown wildly this year, and he can barely survive. The environment in this place is a bit harsh, but he can't stand it being cheap.

Some parts of the wall became mottled due to water seepage, but Fu Qi tidied up the whole thing neatly. For a moment, Ji Jiujiu felt as if he saw Feng Qi in the snow-clothed dust.

That guy is the same, his side has always been clean, even if he falls into another situation, he can still live clearly.

The basement was dilapidated and cramped, with a rickety incandescent lamp hanging above the head, and the furniture was simple but neatly arranged.

Ji Jiujiu touched the table with his fingertips, then the corners of his lips twitched, and he couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "You are old and particular."

The space is a bit small, so there is no distinction between the bedroom and the living room, and the first thing you see is a small hard bed.

The little girl stretched out her clean, white and soft fingertips, and poked the extremely firm bed: "..."

This, can sleep?
She raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, her eyes were slightly moist from sneezing, she was a little speechless for a while, there was no place to put the packing box in her hand in such a corner.

The hat on the little girl's head was still pressed down, slightly blocking her view, the rabbit raised her chin and pouted, holding something in both hands, with a soft voice, "Fu Qi, can you take off the hat for me?" ?”

The young man casually raised his lower eyelids, snorted dryly, raised his fingers, and took off her hat with one hand, and put it on the side cabinet.

Then he took out a small foldable table from a corner and put it on the ground.

He opened his mouth, and his cold eyes fell on Ji Jiujiu.

After getting along with her for so many days, he has never calmed down to look at her. Now that he looks at her this way, he realizes that this little fortune teller is so soft and cute.

"..." Ji Jiujiu walked over obediently, and consciously put the things in his hands on the small table set up by Fu Qi, his downy eyelashes flickered, "What do you think I'm doing?"

Just like the clear leaves handed by Yuan Xia are soaked in the bottom of the pupils by the wind on the river bank. Although the little girl was born slender, she is white and soft. It can be seen that she was raised by pampering. , hiding the softness of a few strands of pure white clouds.

... No matter how you look at it, she doesn't seem like someone who can live a hard life.

The young man sat silently on the corner of the bed, his lowered eyes showed no emotion.

But such a little girl, he can't let her go back, let her continue to face that person alone.

The old pervert doesn't do anything, and this guy is as easy to bully as a rabbit.

Fu Qi knocked on the table expressionlessly, covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and said with a bit of ferocity in his tone, "...Troublemaker."

Ji Jiujiu:_

I seem to be scolded again.

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The small broken table was relatively short, and Fu Qi's abdomen felt a little tight when he sat down with support, while Ji Jiujiu sat upright, with his small waist straight.

"Look what I do?"

The young man licked the corner of his lips, looked at the little girl who looked like a greedy cat who wanted to move but didn't dare to move the chopsticks, raised one side of her eyebrow casually, her eyes darkened, and the tips of her teeth were gently ground.

Hold.

What the hell did that old pervert do to this little fortune teller?
Fu Qi thought of how the little girl was almost gobbling up when he met for the first time, and remembered Ji Jiujiu's cautious little expression just now...

I feel sad.

He casually pushed all the food to Ji Jiujiu's side, then calmly reached out and brought another packed box to him.

The skinny and beautiful knuckles are familiar with unpacking.

Ji Jiujiu looked up, and suddenly found a bowl of plain noodles in front of the other party.

Very vegetarian.

The soup is white, with a few green onions floating here and there.

Look at it...just four words.

No nutrition.

The little girl suddenly closed her opened mouth.

This more or less made her seem a little clueless.

The young man ignored her, put one hand on his knee, bent one leg casually, lowered his head to eat boldly, his masseter muscles bulged with the speed of swallowing, Ji Jiujiu paused for a few seconds, and saw the tip of the other's nose leaching There was a thin layer of sweat.

Ji Jiujiu pursed her lips, and in the next second, she stretched out her white and tender claws, and put a small piece of fish and a big chicken leg into Fu Qi's bowl.

She held her chin in worry, and said in a soft and soft voice, "Fu Qi, eat more."

Eat more so you won't get hurt so easily.

"..."

Seeing the sudden extra meat in the bowl, Fu Qi froze for a moment.

He grew up with his grandmother since he was a child. Since his grandmother fell ill and was hospitalized, he got used to being alone, used to being alone.

He raised his eyebrows indifferently.

His eyes fell on Ji Jiujiu.

Then he suddenly thought of something, he swallowed the last mouthful of noodles in his mouth, straightened his back, curled his knuckles lightly, and gently tapped the table.

Ji Jiujiu: "?"

"The medical expenses," he said, with a cold and lazy voice, "you report the amount, and I will give it to you later."

Ji Jiujiu probably calculated the final number in his mind, and then looked at Fu Qi's accommodation environment, waved his small hand, and his tone was crisp, but it also meant that he was rich.

"Duck doesn't have to."

Fu Qi: "..."

"But if you must pay me back, that's not impossible, but I don't want money, I want you to use other things to repay the debt." After thinking about it, Ji Jiujiu couldn't help but open his mouth, Bai Nennen The little paws rested on the boy's broad shoulders, nodded with a heavy and far-reaching face, stared into his eyes, and spoke solemnly.

Fu Qi raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and his lips parted slightly.

Before the words came out, I heard the little girl being serious, and continued.

"—I want you to protect yourself and don't let yourself get hurt again."

Like the warm sun slowly rising in the cold winter, Fu Qi lowered his eyes, nodded his chin slightly, and moved his curled fingertips. It took him a lot of effort to restrain himself from raising his hand to rub her head. desire.

The young man's lips hooked imperceptibly.

The voice was carelessly tired.

"it is good."

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After eating, Fu Qi leaned on the sofa and squinted lazily for a while.

Ji Jiujiu was wrapped in the coat Fu Qi threw to her, sitting on Fu Qi's bed, blinking her eyes boredly and looking around.

Suddenly, she pulled something from the gap between the bed and the wall.

When it was pulled out, it was a blank sheet of paper, but when you turned it over, it was a picture no less than a kindergarten stick figure.

An anthropomorphic rabbit was drawn on it, a very ugly rabbit.

Then in the lower right corner of the painting, there is a sentence written in extremely beautiful fonts.

"God Yue Yue, if you really exist, you must keep my grandma safe."

　And there's more, wait a minute
　　
　
(End of this chapter)