Fool stand-in

chapter 1: the little nanny

"how many times have i told you not to go out to work, don't go out to work, can't the president of a company in my hall still feed you?"

under the bright light of the living room, jian qing stared at the thin man in front of him with a gloomy face.

he had never been a grumpy person, but when facing this stupid man, he always had no way to control his emotions.

i told him how many times, no matter when, whenever he came home, he had to see him, and this stupid man always carried him to the small restaurant outside to work, making him dirty and disgusting.

"but... my mother said that you can't get something for nothing, that will be looked down upon, as a man, you should stand up to the sky..." the man timidly bowed his head and whispered in a voice that was almost inaudible.

cheng wen's brain is innately insufficient, and it is simple to say that it is good, and it is stupid to say that it is ugly, and the reaction is also a little sluggish.

but he was a very clean man, his appearance alone was very clean, his skin was white, his dark eyes were clearer than the lake water, and if he had to be compared to an animal, it was a deer, a simple young deer.

happy or sad, it's all written in it.

jian qing often felt guilty when he touched him, and he never thought of treating him well, after all, this fool was just an insignificant substitute for him.

in order to trick him into bed, i said that i liked him, but now i am not even willing to put on a slightly better looking face.

if there is no smell of oil smoke sneaking into the nasal cavity, jian qing became more and more angry, and laughed:

"look at yourself, where is the whole body like a man?" stupid to no end, go out to work is always blindly called to take advantage, it is better to stay at home, let me sleep a few more nights, how much money you want, i will give you. the

words were really ugly, cheng wen was stupid, and he couldn't fully understand the meaning, but he could hear the contempt and humiliation in his tone, just like when everyone called him a bastard when he was a child.

with a pale little face, he buried his head a little lower, obviously did nothing wrong, and still habitually apologized.

"yes... i'm sorry.

he also knew that he was useless, and always made ah qing angry.

"hurry up and take a shower, you stink to death." the man's clumsy appearance was too far from that person, and jian qing didn't want to look at it more, so he went straight upstairs.

after hesitating for a few seconds, cheng wen carefully followed, and before he could follow the bedroom, the door was slammed shut, almost hitting his nose.

standing dazed outside the door, just when he was overwhelmed, the door was quickly opened again, and a piece of clothing was thrown out of it, covering his head.

"take a shower and put this on."

at the same time as the words fell, the door was slammed with a loud bang.

cheng wen trembled with fright, grabbed the clothes on his face, and unfolded them before discovering that it was a black lace dress.

how can a man wear such clothes?

he was ashamed, and when he remembered jian qing's attitude, he was suddenly sad and red-eyed. <

ah qing seems to hate him more and more...

finally, he obediently took his skirt into the bathroom of the living room, and while crying, he carefully washed himself several times with shower gel and changed it.

after turning off the faucet, he did not dare to cry anymore, knocked on the door with a pair of red eyes, and got jian qing's permission before unscrewing the handle and entering.

a warm floor lamp was turned on in the room, the man was sitting on the bed in a white bathrobe, obviously having taken a bath, the long hair that had been combed on the back of his head was loosely scattered over his shoulders, two long legs comparable to international supermodels were casually overlapping, and he was looking down with a newspaper in his hand.

the pale yellow light outlined his already excellent facial features more and more attractively, and his thin lips were tightly pressed, obviously still angry.

most of the time cheng wen did not do anything wrong, but jian qing habitually vented his anger on him, normal people can't stand him for a long time, only the little fool is stupid, obviously very sad, but also to coax him, afraid that he will no longer pay attention to himself.

summoning up the courage to gently pull on the sleeve of the simple bathrobe, the soft voice was a little hoarse because he had just cried.

"a qing... don't get angry, i know it's wrong. "what's

wrong?" jian qing put down the newspaper and looked at him.

cheng wen paused and whispered, "... i shouldn't have sneaked out to work. hhe was

thin and thin, no more than one or seventy years tall, and the pair of fragile shoulders seemed to be broken if they were squeezed hard, and the appearance of sincerely admitting his mistake at this time made jian qing a little angry, sighed, and said.

"didn't i say that if you follow me, i will give you twenty thousand yuan a month, and as for your brother's tuition and living expenses, i will remit him separately."

"but..." cheng wen stared at his toes and murmured, "it is said on tv that this is called bao yang, and there is no emotion."

he looked up at jian qing, his dark eyes as innocent as a child, and twisted his fingers.

"a qing... i don't want our relationship to be like a nurturer. he

actually didn't spend much money himself, and going out to work was also to make his brother live a better life, as for the money that jian qing gave him, he didn't move a cent, and he was ready to find a chance to return it to him.

jian qing wanted to laugh a little.

he has wrapped a few small lovers before, the maintenance fee plus the money for sending gifts, it is normal to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, and occasionally send a million cars, that is called package maintenance.

as for the man in front of him, he is similar to the kitten and puppy on the side of the road, and he doesn't need to spend any thoughts to pick it up and go home, just give him food to eat, and give him twenty thousand yuan a month.

fools are indeed.

jian qing was contemptuous in his heart, but his face eased, and dan feng, who was slightly upward, showed a little tenderness in his eyes, reached out and rubbed his hair like a dog, and said softly.

"little fool, i am your husband, i give you money to spend, how can it be considered a package, this is a matter of course."

"i'm so tired that i can't help but get angry with you when you go out to work." in this way, you will be responsible for cooking for me, cleaning the house, and taking care of my food and living. just when you are the babysitter i hired from outside, i give you three thousand dollars a month, do you think it is ok? "isn't that kind of a package?"

he didn't feel sorry for cheng wen whether he was tired or not, as long as he could let him go up with good hands and feet.

he just didn't like cheng wen to come back with that smell of oil smoke, which made people sick to their stomachs.