"Sister is talking to you, you are wandering in space!"

He Jiao called Bowen for a long time and Bowen didn't respond, so she twisted Bowen's ear and shouted inward.

Bowen was not startled, raised his red eyes, grabbed his clothes tightly and looked at He Jiao crying.

"You, don't cry. I didn't bully you. I just called you when I saw you were distracted."

He Jiao was panicked and quickly wiped Bowen's tears.

Bowen didn't say anything, hugged He Jiao tightly, raised his head and howled, crying, crying out all his fear.

It was very cold that day. He didn't know how long he had run away, he just knew that he couldn't stop.

But his leg was injured and was penetrated by a bullet, so he couldn't run anymore.

He covered his bloody arms, dragged his tired body and looked back in a daze. No one caught up with him. Perhaps his Aunt Ji was right, no one dared to break into this area.

Bowen was very tired and painful, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance.

He was blurred and saw the garbage pile in the distance, dragging his bleeding legs and limping towards the trash can, and crawling in.

Bowen had no impression of what happened after that. He only felt cold, and the cold wind was biting cold.

When he woke up, he saw the butler and looked at him with a worried and distressed look.

That was the first time Bowen saw such a gentle person, with a gentle face that he wanted to hug him and cry.

"Stop crying, what should I do if the butler hears it later?"

He Jiao was so panicked that he quickly covered Bowen's mouth and dragged him into the way.

Bowen was very sad, but he couldn't cry when he saw He Jiao's actions.

He sniffed and looked up at He Jiao, feeling pitiful, with tears hanging on his eyelashes.

He Jiao held his forehead and sighed. It was so hard to take care of his younger brother. He cried at any time, just like her third sister who recognized her child.

"I will be obedient, don't be angry." Bowen choked with tears.

"I'm not angry! Who told you I'm angry?"

He Jiao put down his forehead-holding hand and looked at Bowen helplessly.

She didn't know what Bowen had experienced before, but she knew that Bowen was afraid of being abandoned and kept looking at other people's faces.

He Jiao put his hands on Bowen's shoulders and told Bowen solemnly, "You are the young master of the He family now, and you don't need to be afraid of anything. Do you know what the concept of the He family is? You can walk sideways, and no one is afraid of making up our minds."

"But, I'm not your father's son."

Bowen had tears in his eyes, and his voice was pressed low, like a wandering deer.

"The butler brings you back and you are my father's son!"

He Jiao said it if he wanted to or not, and he was very sure.

Bowen's eyes were moist again when he heard this, and he pursed his lips tightly.

He never dared to have a home, or a new home as good as him. Even his father never gave him a good face, but just cultivated him into a tool to seize power.

"Can I really... really stay in your house and be your father's son?"

Bowen cried in a daze, his body twitching.

"Of course it's possible! My dad doesn't have a son anyway, so it's impossible to have a family with the butler."

After hearing this, Bowen hugged He Jiao and cried loudly. He Jiao was like his sister, always patiently enlightening him and coaxing him to accompany him.

"I will protect you when I grow up."

Bowen, who was tired of crying, buried his head in He Jiao's arms, and he sniffed his nose and promised in a hoarse voice.

He Jiao laughed out loud, touched Bowen's little head and said arrogantly, "Then you have to work hard. I want to inherit the woman from the He family. You can't be left behind by me."

"No, I want to stick to you for the rest of my life."

"I'm going to get married in the future, why do you stick to me for the rest of your life?" He Jiao made fun of Bowen.

Bowen cried anxiously, his head raised from He Jiao's arms, and his voice was firm, "Then you take me to get married."

He Jiao almost vomited blood. Does this little guy know what marriage means?

"No?"

Bowen immediately burst into tears.

"Of course not! The crime of bigamy is illegal."

"What is the crime of bigamy? Is it scary?"

Bowen, who was crying and asked with a vague face, tilting his head, still a little scared because he heard the word sin, and it was not a good thing when he heard it.

He Jiao poked his fingers in his head, not knowing how to explain, but racked his brains to find a simple and easy-to-understand statement, "I just can't marry two boys, understand!"

"Then, okay! The crime is going to be caught, I don't want something to happen to you."

Berwen took a step back, although he was a little reluctant.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right. Our little brother Wen is really sensible. Come on, come on, sister, please pinch it."

He Jiao kneaded Bowen's pink little face for a while, and he was very happy.

Bowen stood honestly, his face was pinched red and he didn't resist.

"I will tell you a story tonight because you are so sensible today."

He Jiao happily pulled Bowen and walked towards Bowen's room, jumping and jumping.

Bowen followed He Jiao happily with a hurried look, like a little chicken, holding He Jiao's little hand tightly.

He wanted to follow He Jiao for the rest of his life, accompany He Jiao forever, and watch He Jiao happily every day.

At this time, in Mr. He's room, the housekeeper kept pricking up his ears and listening to the movements outside.

He had just heard Bowen crying, but why did he suddenly stop moving?

Mr. He, who was ignored, was a little unhappy, but he did not show it and said to the butler standing, "It's time to take a shower and rest."

"Oh OK."

The butler immediately took his eyes back from the door, turned to face Mr. He, bent down and reached out to take down Mr. He's glasses, then untied his tie for Mr. He, and then buttoned his shirt. He was skillful in his movements, and he saw that he was serving Mr. He like this every day.

The problem is that the housekeeper didn't think there was anything wrong, thinking that this was within his work scope.

"I'll go and put bath water for you."

After the housekeeper said that, he took Mr. He's suit jacket and tie and walked towards the bathroom. After a while, he heard the sound of bath water.

Mr. He, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled, got up, unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt, and walked towards the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom, the butler was already litting incense with his back to him, putting his nightgown on the shelf, and occasionally reaching out to test the water temperature, and then putting the shower gel in a convenient place for Mr. He to take.

After everything was ready, the housekeeper wanted to go out and call Mr. He, but turned around and crashed into Mr. He's strong chest.

He was startled and looked up at Mr. He in panic, and then he saw Mr. He with wide abs and wide shoulders and narrow waists in his white shirt. His mature male hormone breath wrapped the butler.

The butler blushed in an instant and hurriedly lowered his head, "It's ready for you, you can take a shower."

The butler could clearly feel that his face was blushing, and he didn't dare to look up at Mr. He.

Although this was not the first time he saw Mr. He who looked like this, he had seen Mr. He's strong muscles when he slept with Mr. He, but he was so dizzy that he couldn't think about it. But now it's different. He was clear-headed and blushed at a glance.

"I, I'll go out first, you wash it slowly."

The housekeeper ran away quickly, but was caught by Mr. He before leaving the bathroom door and easily pulled him back into his arms.

He bumped back to Mr. He's chest, and the butler's face was so blushed that he could even drip blood.

He held his breath and looked up carefully at Mr. He. Before he could see Mr. He's expression clearly, Mr. He's kiss fell down.

The housekeeper was scared and shy, and his fingertips placed beside his legs trembled slightly.

He wanted to avoid Mr. He's kiss, but he couldn't do it because he couldn't bear it.

Mr. He also saw it, his head lowered his head with a smile on his lips and deepened the gap between them, making the housekeeper unable to distinguish between the east, west, north and north, and shy sounds in his ears.

He waited for the butler to graduate, and had been waiting for him to work for a long time, and finally waited for the butler.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring the housekeeper, he would have done the housekeeper the first day after the housekeeper came to He's house.

"I have caused me to abstinence for so long, and I will have to get it back one by one in the future."

Mr. He let go of the butler, stroked the butler's lips, and his eyes looking at the butler were full of possessiveness.

The housekeeper with a red face and breathing was unclear, so he looked at Mr. He in a daze.

What does this mean? Abstinence? But doesn’t the master have a wife?
Chapter completed!